Every time I hit rock bottom, My Jesus picks me up,That why….. I praise Him so.

I can weave words together and create magic,it’s like knitting and crocheting words with pen and paper, some call it Poetry.

…and as he begged with tears in his eyes, I felt compassion for him.

Every new thing I have learned in my old age,I have learned from children

Cud dear, she didn’t mean any harm

I don’t like making a fuss about my Giving,Enough fuss is made when I don’t.

Instead of me chasing my dreams, my dreams are chasing me.

Altruism always lived in my heart.I knew it was there, I knew it from the start

Sometimes we have to let our eyes do the talking.