Desiderata by Max Ehrmann

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY ~ 2010

A WOMAN'S LIFE

Each season of a woman' life,

contains some joy and pain.

Her life is always changing,

nothing ever stays the same.

He life is like a blossom,

blooming as she grows

She starts out as a tiny rosebud,

and turns into a rose.

Each season holds a special place,

within her loving heart,

It starts with giving birth to one,

with whom she'll never part.

It seems to be a natural thing,

to nurture, love and care.

Her child will grow in love and grace,

knowing Mother's there.

Her wisdom and knowledge will grow over time,

the blossom will change through the years

her children are now her small little buds,

she'll be there to calm their fears.

Her child will grow, and so shall she,

life seems to move so fast,

but as the world moves along,

It's the memories that will last.

Through the years a woman's role,

will change just as the seasons.

Suddenly her needs are new,

and there's never rhyme or reason.

But deep within her being.

She knows she's passed the test.

She's lived, she's loved, she's experienced all.

And earned her minutes rest.

MAY

Do you remember back in childhood

How we loved the first of May

When we left our flower-filled baskets

On doorsteps, then ran away?

Do you remember how the gayest basket

Was for the one we loved the best,

And in it went the blossoms

That were fairer than the rest;

Such a beautiful and gracious custom

Somehow long along the way.

But it's memories come surging

As I welcome in the May

[Walton]

I have so many fond memories of when I was a child. These are the memories that have kept me focused throughout my life. Our family may not have had the most of everything, but we had the best of everything that really counts...thank God for loving parents.

TAX DAY

IT'S APRIL 15, 2010 ~ DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR TAXES ARE ~ FILED, I HOPE

PERSPECTIVE

Mary and me, West Yellowstone, Montana

PERSPECTIVE

One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people life. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.

On their return trip, the father asked his son "how was the trip?" The son replied, "it was great Dad." Did you see how poor people life, replied the father. Oh yeah, said the son. So tell me, what did you learn from this trip, the fathered replied. The son answered:

• I saw that we have one dog and they have four
• We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.
• We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.
• Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
• We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
• We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.
• We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
• We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.

The boy's father was speechless. Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor me are."

Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.