Maybe it was the way you smiled,
Or your hair,
Or your laugh.
It could have been the way you changed your voice, as you read to me,
Or your personality,
Or your ego.
It might have been seeing what a good man you are,
Or those dark deep sexy eyes,
But whatever it was,
It made me fall,
Yes, you did pretty damn hard!!
Written By: Rhonda Kendrick (c)
To be forsaken and lonely
All night long in the dark
Where thoughts and pains creep.
The parents fight uncontrollably
The storm wept angry tears.
Come morning light, fog trails everywhere.
The lonely child put out into the mist of the fog forsaken yet again.
Written By: Rhonda Kendrick
As we go about our day to day life we forget to give gratitude for the things that we sustain. While we walk in our faith it aspires us to set in that domain. People that have
a family to call their own, whether blood or by choosing needs to stop and give thanks, for some are only solitary. As some open the newspaper and read over the classifieds he or she’s in the obituaries. While family, friends and guests set at the dinner tables to eat, scavengers are looking for their next morsels. Now as everyone hurries to their warm homes, the homeless are wondering around the streets and the situation is desperately awful. We all need to stop and really think, it’s a gift to even wake up when we go to sleep. Now let’s give thanks
continuously each and everyday for what we have, sorry now I must weep!!
Written By:Rhonda Kendrick (c)