My Treasure Might Cause a Flood
As tears roll down my cheeks with joy,
I realize I have a great treasure to behold.
These are not just any tears.
Tears of happiness and joy are coming forth.
You ask me how I can shed a tear and be
happy at the same time?
My thoughts go to a place of greatness,
There in a special place dwells the spirits of all that I love.
Granny Ruth, you hold a special place in my heart.
Mom you are a real lady to me.
Never will I forget your loving touch,
When I became ill.
Son you cannot be more loved at this moment,
But you already knew that.
Dad you are my strength.
Great Grandfather, William Thomas.... memories
never fade from your hearth.
Grandmother Sarah, I never understood your actions,
But now I know your love through others eyes.
To all my pets, who know my love,
Then, you know that you are and always will be special.
Paradise and a place in my father's house
of many mansions,
And the seasons come and go,
But you dwell in my heart forever.
What could be any greater treasure?
You have your spirit in heaven.
You keep a legacy of love in my heart.
This is the treasure that no man can own,
But only the Great Spirit can give.
You earned your treasure many times over.
This Christmas Eve my thoughts will bring you near.
Always keeping the warmth inside my heart and soul.
Does anybody have a hanky near?
My joy maybe causing a flood.
My treasure is here to stay.
The Flood Goes On-
I need a hanky once more.
I feel like sinking toward the floor.
I shared my first novel as a gift to my
neighbor friend.She looked at me with joy,
but in her eyes was a very intense feeling.
Little did I know she was a victim of cancer like me.
She pulled off her hat and showed me
her hair was gone.
Like my students who looked at me, and told
me to fight this thing.
I looked her in the eyes and repeated those words.
She thought her cancer was going away,
But as one tumor decreased another came in it's place.
Weeks later as I thought the fight was going forward,
Then there the pitfall comes forth, and her friend says
she is dying now.
The cars of hospice came for several days across
the street as she was dying.
I feel once more like crying,
But I must say a flood is coming on the street today.
You will always be remembered as the
lady across the street,
Loving all the neighborhood cats, a book in one hand,
and a harmonica you played,
Now, I shall look at the little white house, as I think of
the flood rains that came.
Blessed I am to have known this special lady.
My state is flooding now, and my tears are still coming
as the flood is growing.
In the year 2016, my tears are growing for all those in this
country, who are looking for better times.
I ask myself why did it ever get this way?
When in this world does love
and caring count for anything? Education you
scare me to death. How in a state can you give money
to pro athletes and big business and cut teachers,
when there is a massive shortage? These athletes
and big businesses already make millions of dollars,
and I seeing the decline of the basic needs of students.
This flood is going to turn into a Hurricane, and I really
fear it's coming.
Why cannot our country stop being a three ring circus and
seek out blessings for all who live in the world. I cry for the
children of the world. I apologize, if once more my flood comes.