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ABOUNDING LOVE
Love is all about us
Just look around and see;
And it isn't costly,
Matter of fact, it's free!
Love is in the flowers
That bloom in spring.
Love is in the song
The blue birds sing.
It's found in the beauty
Of the winter snows,
And in the fragrance
Of the summer rose.
It is in the shy smile
Of a pretty young lass,
And in the hearty wave
Of friends who pass.
It can turn away sorrow
Or right a wrong,
And cause an aching heart
To burst into song.
Give someone a hug today,
A smile that says I love you
And watch for the miracles
That only love can do.
by Dorothy Miller Birdwell

NICK
Lovely thoughts like ribbons come from his mouth,
And gently fold around you like a mother's arms.
To laugh is this joyful promise
Of a time well spent and memories in the making.
He is not one that is soon forgot,
For in the mind and heart, he is remembered and loved,
He is the intuitive one and knows well the path to your
feelings.
He is a dreamer, philosopher and the maker of his destiny.

by Jeanne Mancini

A MOTHER'S GIFT - My Daughter's Legacy
As I struggled to meet
The demands of single parenthood,
I hoped that my daughter
Would someday come to realize
That all of us face struggles in life.
However, we all have the capacity
To strive for greatness . . .
And that, I, her Mother,
Has had to draw from the deep reservoir
Of my inner strength
To have the courage
To attempt,
To accomplish,
And, to fulfill both her dreams,
And mine!
by Linda Amos

NEVER LOOK BACK
Never look back on the past with regret
For the days that might have been,
Nor the promises made that were never kept,
And the goals you did not win.
For life cannot always be perfect
And our days don't always shine bright,
And promises are sometimes broken,
And dreams may not turn out just right.
But no time has ever been wasted
Nor did idle tears just fall,
That the dear Lord was not watching
And understood it all.
For to everything there is a season,
A time to laugh and a time to cry,
And a time for us to grow.
So let the ghosts of past memories
Fade and slip away,
For the promise of another season
Begins with another new day.
Submitted by Otis Rainwater