Not a technology granny, searching for pictures in each nook and cranny. Hiding somewhere in a secret shroud, My poetry needs to come alive, for deep within it will yet survive. As always, I share what lives within me each day, My thoughts billow seeds of love that won’t pass away.
The long winter blues of bitter cold of snow or chilling to the bone
Seems like this winter especially has brought us down from our warm thrones.
Cling to the thought that soon winter will become a memory of the past
When we find spring’s warm sun, and the showers and rainbows of promises that last.
Anyone was blessed to know Jack in their life, blessed indeed,
He always brought a smile and would help anyone in need.
Many jobs he came to do in his time on earth, doing them all well,
shared by his many coworkers and their memories to tell.
He grew up in Oklahoma where his roots grow strong,
Always a part of him, when days grew long.
He loved his wife, Pam, and loved sharing their life together,
Getting through the highs and lows of life in all kinds of weather.
Their daughters grew in a home filled with love and joy,
As they married, their family grew even more and more.
No one took the place of his grandchildren, the apple of his eye.
He thanked God for them all as each day flew by.
Sometimes it is so hard to try to understand,
Rest assured, God lead him to heaven with His own loving hand.
Walking and caring for God’s heavenly land.
Listen carefully you may hear Hack whisper in your ear,
“I”ve been waiting for you, glad you are finally here.”