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My Reflection 01/05/03 In front of the mirror I stand and stare. I see a reflection that once wasn't there. My body has changed and it's easy to see. As I look at myself, I say is that really me? I once was so thin but not anymore. My hair was once dark but that was before. My hair is now gray and I'm no longer thin. I have tiny little wrinkles that show on my skin. As I look in the mirror and my reflection I see; I ask myself this question, Can that really be me?

A Squirrel's Treat 01/07/03 Acorns are a Squirrel's treat and these delicious acorns he loves to eat. He has a feast as he hops around indulging on acorns from the ground. When the little Squirrel has had enough he'll look around at the leftover stuff. He'll gather every acorn that he can see and carry each one to his nest in a tree. In the months ahead he can relax and enjoy all the acorns that he put back. Because he was wise and stored a treat all winter long he'll have plenty to eat.

A Woman Seeks 01/09/03 A woman seeks security and she needs to know she's loved. She seeks a man that's gentle not one who'll push and shove. She desires that he be honest and faithful from the start. A woman seeks a considerate man not one who'll break her heart. She prefers that he be kind and patience is a must! A woman seeks a dedicated man not one that she can't trust! She longs that he be thoughtful and practice self - control. A woman seeks a settled man not one who'll come and go. She requires that he be dependable and peaceful as a dove. A woman seeks a humble man not one that does not love!

Memories 01/11/03 This life is full of things gone by Yet in my heart the memories lie. I stil see Daddy everywhere that I look These memories are like a picture I've took. I can see my brothers and sisters too As we entered the house after a long day at school. I can smell the aroma of Momma's home cooked meals. Sometimes it doesn't seem like memories, it all seems real. During the days there was laughter all around But at night it was quiet with hardly a sound. I remember the morning when I first woke up I'd see Momma and Daddy sipping coffee from a cup. I can still see Pete, I'll never forget that day With his back to me as he walked away. He had joined the Navy, and soon would leave. He never knew in my heart how I did grieve. I remember Linda and her love for Gary And the day he asked Daddy if they could be married. I remember the wedding and how Daddy cried. But Linda was happy and made a beautiful bride. I remember Billy Ray, the oldest of four sons And I remember his interest in cars and guns. I'll never forget when in the bedroom he cried As he grieved for Daddy after he had died. When I think of Randy, who was younger than me I remember his face just as cute as could be. As I think back I remember a day With hose over our heads we ran and played. I remember Doug with his curly dark hair With only a diaper, as he sits in a chair. As he grew older I remember this too! A white shirt and checked pants that he wore to school. Of Annette I have many memories Playing cowboys and climbing trees. I can see her hair all curly and blonde When the perm Momma gave her was over and done. I remember Ma and all she did for me All the nights we spent together watching T.V. I remember her face and her warm smile And the love she gave me as a child. I have a memory of a man called Pa A cane, dark shades, but that's not all. I remember he'd hold me on his knee And tell me stories about a bird in a tree. I remember Daddy and the way he walked The sound of his voice, and the way he talked. When he sat on the bed as he was crying When he told me and Linda,that he knew he was dying! I remember Momma and how she loved Daddy so And how at his funeral she said I can't let him go! The memories are many and forever will be Until I reach Heaven, and again my daddy I'll see. This poem is a true story of memories about my Daddy and Momma, (Billy and Vonscelle Fretwell) my 4 brothers and 2 sisters (Billy Ray, Linda, Ronnie, Randy, Doug, and Annette.) and my grandparents (Abraham Lincoln Fretwell, and Elsie Henson Fretwell.)

A Peaceful Winter Day 01/15/03 The ground is covered with layers of snow. The trees are frozen with limbs hanging low. A rabbit is standing on the white field. As a red bird watches for his next meal. It's calm and quiet with no others around. A peaceful winter day these two have found. A friendly little rabbit and a hungry red bird. Enjoying this winter day without saying a word.

I Write 01/19/03 Of fancy words I haven't a clue. But the things I write are usually true. I write about family and I write about friends. I write down thoughts that the good Lord sends. I write about the present I write about the past. I write quickly sometimes because the thought won't last. I write about the living I write about the dead. I write about things I've heard and read. I write about people and the things they do. Maybe someday I'll write about you.

A Sly Little Mouse 01/24/03 Oh little mouse how sly you are; As you take a cookie from the jar. You roam around all over the house. You certainly are a sly little mouse. You quickly run across the floor And take a peek at me once more. You nibble on a piece of bread Late at night when I'm in bed. I set a few traps around the house. But I can't catch you you're a sly little mouse.

A Winter Wonderland 01/31/03 Snowflakes are falling With a swishing sound. With a mixture of sleet They come tumbling down. Resting on rooftops And limbs of trees. They stick to shrubs And begin to freeze. The ground is glistening Like a sea of glass. Every bush is shimmering And it happened so fast. In a matter of minutes The neighborhood is white. A winter wonderland Is now in sight.

A Rainbow 05/05/03   The colors of a rainbow are purple, green and blue. If you look close enough you'll see some yellow too. The size of a rainbow one simply cannot measure. But if you look close enough it's sure to give much pleasure. The end of a rainbow no one can ever trace. But if you look close enough you'll see a touch of grace.

My Valentine 02/06/03 While back to the past I take a quick glance I remember a young love and such a tender romance. Through bad and good we made our way While our love grew stronger with each passing day. It's been twenty seven years since we first met But romance with you isn't over yet. I love you sweetheart because you are mine And for the rest of my life you'll be my valentine.