Within my darkened hour
I lay upon my bed and cower
Waiting on the Grim Reaper to devour
I was waiting on that darkest beast
But Death wisps in and gently sealed my lips with a kiss of sweet release
And I become one of the blessed deceased

You love me
even when I'm
not worth loving.
You love me
knowing all that
I've done.
You love me
even though I
am a daisy and
not a rose.
You love me
when I'm not as
bright as the sun,
but as dark as
thunder clouds.
You love me
for me and I've
never been so
blessed.

so I passed by this gentleman today at the park & through his broken English came to find out he is from Germany, East Berlin to be exact...his name is Hans. I asked him how he came to Michigan & he began telling me his story, you could see him travel back in time right before your very eyes. He and his wife, Hannah, kept watch over the guards near a section of the wall that was near some summer cottages. At night the 'women' from town would 'entertain' the officers in the foliage, so they put whatever they could fit in their baby stroller, draped as much clothing on themselves as they could manage, & by the grace of God one night the baby did not cry & they were able to run to freedom to West Berlin. He went on to describe how he came first to Canada & then upon hearing of the higher wages in Detroit, came to live in Sterling Heights. It's funny when I asked him & a lady from Poland the day before where they were from, they both said "well from here" despite their obvious accents...home is indeed Michigan for them both now...& for Hans, he's never returned to East Berlin.


*when you see an older person, take the time...I assure you, you will never leave disappointed.

For you Sister, in my heart
A place there will always be.
True, a very special part
As you mean so much to me.

All the moments that we share
Deep in my heart I treasure,
Just how much for you I care
Is beyond any measure.

You, Sister, are just the best
You make all our lives richer.
Indeed I feel truly blessed
To have you for my Sister.

A love so true,
Is not something you simply find.
It’s a love like no other,
Something that can only be shown by the love of your mother.
Something so pure,
Something so clear.
Its a love you cannot live without,
because it’s so sincere.
You grow up.
Before you walk you learn to crawl;
There she was the entire time, hoping you would not fall.
You threw tantrums and said i hate you,
But there was never a point where she would lose faith in you.
You said “i quit, i can’t continue”
But your mother knew,
it was another faze that you would learn to live through.
You will fall and you will rise,
Sometimes you’ll love your life and other days you’ll want to die.
What will never change is who will be there for you,
It will sometimes be your friends,
But it will always be your mother whom you hold so dear and true.
With fewer words,
I’m trying to say,
Thank you for all you have done for me.
I thank God for you every single night and day.

I breathe
I see
I feel
I yawn
I am alive

I shake
I stress
I moan
I grunt
I am here

I believe
I cry
I touch
I react
I am fine

I caress
I claw
I spank
I bite
I shake
I am ecstatic

I rest
I dance
I walk
I strut
I even run
I am healthy

I drink
I smoke
I talk
I hug
I like
I love
I am still here

I speed
I lash out
I headbang
I folk dance
I hold your hand

I fall
I stand
I tip toe
I walk in circles
I slide

I glance
I enjoy
I fight
I sit back
I sacrifice
I befriend
I help
I think

I write
I sing
I narrate
I block
I break
I create

I am blessed