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As I said, I love to play with graphics, using graphics I
have taken, and putting them together for the enjoyment of others!

My oldest granddaughter, Ashley, loves unicorns!	My oldest grandson, Marcus, is a daredevil.
My youngest granddaughter, Brittney, is a devil in angel's disguise!	My youngest grandson, Brandon, loves sports!!

And me!!! This was on a birthday outing a couple of years ago... (:D


And my soulmate, Jim, and me on vacation summer of '03 in W.VA.

Those who know me well will know when and why I wrote the following:

THOUGHTS

When one comes face to face with their mortality,
something changes within.
Small problems move to unimportance,
grudges become dim.
The morning sun seems warmer, leaves more green;
water is sweeter on the tongue,
the air smells clean.

You wonder if there's an afterlife
where loved ones wait.
Or is there Death - then nothing -
the end of our Fate.
No babies grown to teens, no growing older.
Just nothing, nothing, nothing,
as bones get colder.

To each their own beliefs and fears
with which to cope,
but when I faced this question I found
my heart and soul were filled with hope.
And even more than merely hope,
a profound inner peace.
A knowledge and a promise from God
that all fears and doubts release.

And so I bask in love, and seasons,
and in sunny days and rain.
I know He'll see me through each day,
through happiness and pain.
I thank our Lord for His great love
that suffered death for such as we,
to grant us everlasting life,
and set our spirits free.
© Joyce P. Hale 11/07

I am From........

the love of my father and patient Mom, she cooked each day and called us to come
and eat all together as a family, two brothers, two sisters, and middle me.
I am from old-time neighborhoods, where lamplighters roamed and gaslights stood;
from dusty coalbins and rag people poor, neighbors who never locked their doors.

I am from movies that cost a dime, summer that never ran out of time
as my brother and I roamed the city at will, of freedom from fear we took our fill.
I am from sawdust on the floors of butcher shops and grocery stores;
wooden sour pickle barrels, groups at the door singing Christmas caroles.

Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree, Amazing Grace, and Stand By Me.
Block parties, icies and buttercake, heavenly smells when Momma baked.
I am from a father who boozed, with nary a thought of what he'd lose;
a mother who loved, but just stood by and took the abuse 'til the day she died.

I am a woman who grew and wed, who refused to lie in an unhappy bed;
who raised my children in love but alone until they grew up, and away had flown.
I am from times that started anew, found my love, and new things to do;
never afraid to start over again, always one to forgive a friend.

I am from Germans, stubborn and strong. I am of Celts who suffered long.
I am from skies, oceans and trees, the moon, the stars, and the wandering breeze.
I am from all who have entered my home, those who have stayed and those who have gone.
I am of God, from whom all things come. I am of many, yet I am one.

I am from you, and you, and you;
we are alike as we never knew.
Our hearts all beat, our eyes all cry,
and someday, somewhere we all must die.
© Joyce P. Hale