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Poem written for my Jewish Papa’s 80th birthday Oh my gosh, oh my soul How can I be eighty years ole’ I realize that life is not as much fun; Bbut I certainly don’t feel that I am done My mother lived to be one hundred, and longevity is in my genes. Still in my heart I sing and dance,…

This is the first poem I wrote while I was at St. Vincent’s Hospital in New York City   This strange black mood is so hard to explain I’m in it for days and here I remain Everything seems so dark and dreary My heart is heavy alone and weary I feel so tired, exhausted and bruised For my heart…

Written for my new granddaughter I held your Mom As I am holding you A purer joy I never knew My baby girl so sweet are you Baby Bryce Oma loves you I’ll be with you everyday For your spirit I will pray My baby girl so sweet are you Baby Bryce Oma loves you The Lord will bless you…

Celebrating your 50th anniversary is a testament of commitment. jIt is an achievement of tenacity through the years of betrothment. It is contentment, endearment, and permanence of an intricate dance. It is faith and trust in agape love and a lifelong of romance. It is enchantment and an engagement with a spirit of permanence. It is benevolence and kindness with…

ABBA WHY Abba – Why do I have still nightmares at 62 years old – why do I wake up in the middle of the night screaming, weeping as if my heart will break – feeling lost and frightened? Abba – Why do I always dream of being lost and never finding my destination, or always losing something of value…

Jesus I love you, Jesus I love you. It’s a blessing to walk with you. It’s a comfort to talk to you. Jesus I love you, Jesus I love you. It’s a pleasure to praise you. It’s a joy to adore you. Jesus I love you, Jesus I love you. It’s a privilege to worship you. It’s humbling to know…