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Memories of my sons

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  I have stood beside you so tall and strong at the peak of your young lives  . . . it is hard to remember memories of you learning how to crawl, continuously falling yet crowing in new achievements. At last, walking in triumph upon two shaky little feet, it is hard to remember old memories. Your first day of school ... scared, shaking inside,  a strong person on the outside . . . another on the inside. You never wanted to be anything less than perfect  yet not wanting anyone to know ... that other person. It is hard to remember old memories of your later years, bikes and toys filling our yard. At times I would awake to find your friends, escaping life by quietly entering that back door,  filled with anger, seeking someone to care,  filled with a need for love and acceptance, seeking peace. It is hard to watch teenage struggles, my own and yours, heartbreaking and unreal appearing to destroy, but only age-old steps in learning what life was about ...  yet always unable to

The Game

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  you have played the game so well that I knew you have played it before you went for broke you won my soul my will has been yours to keep I gave you all I could yet you asked me for more you drained me of my early years and my youth you cut the age of time upon my face and soul one day you said "no more" and turned and walked away the tenderness had gone because you had won the game so well ~ art by Nancy L. Young-Houser and poem by Sandra S. Marquiss 

Yesterday's Love

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in my dreams of yesterday you stand before my eyes you smiling face . . . your laughing eyes . . . I feel your love today as I did yesterday I feel your arms about me gently holding me intertwining . . . locked in our love your lips are on mine burning with untold words and feeling love's fires burning in our breasts filling me with that wondrous ache of love now . . . the empty days and empty night cling to my very soul leaving me alone with yesterday's love ~ art by Nancy L. Young-Houser and poem by Sandra S. Marquiss picture owned by Cassie Houser

The Dragon's Flight

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There is a place, an enchanted place, not so very far from here; when the season is right and the moon rises high in the midnight sky. It is a fantasy night, a wonderful night, when the fairies will dance until the dawn's early light.    It is this night, this enchanted night, that the dragon comes in her flight to place her egg in the hallowed out stump that stands in the bottom of a dried out lake, one year from this very same day. When the moon rises high in the ebony sky, and the fairies will dance until dawn's early light, that the dragon will again take off in her flight to reclaim what is rightfully hers … that which she placed in the hallowed out stump. She will sail through the sky with her babe by her side, heading in a line with the pale moon light until she is out of your sight this I have been told by the men of old, who swear by God that it is true  ~ Art by Nancy L. Young-Houser and poetry by Sandra S. Marquiss 

Sweet Dragon Dreams

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Art by Nancy L. Young-Houser

Wishing

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how often we wish our lives away wishing for this wishing for that if only I was one year older if only I was one year younger or maybe ... not any age at all must I work so hard could not the week be shorter or maybe . . . not work at all if only I could be richer if only I could be wiser or . . . just a little happier wishing for more getting less wishing for yesterday not liking today but always . . . wishing tomorrow away .  ~ work by Nancy L. Young-Houser and poem by Sandra S. Marquiss 

Sea of Forgetfullness

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  adrift upon the sea of forgetfulness floating, drifting . . . in an endless swirl colors are so vivid brighter than I've ever seen before spinning in my head green, blues and reds fading, fading . . . into the depths of darkness covering my world in an endless abyss I see my fate written by the hands of death my future lying there impressed upon my raving mind dearest death . . . standing there so close to me I feel your dreaded breath upon my shaking spine sinking, sinking . . . back into the sea engulfing me, I cannot move fear holds me every so tight your haunting laughter makes foolish mockery of my life I must stop this hellish nightmare for fear I will lose my mind floating, drifting . . . away from the sea of forgetfulness back to climb the cliffs of time. ~ art by Nancy L. Young-Houser and poem by Sandra S. Marquiss 

A Soldier's Words

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  a bugle's tune is playing  and its playing just for me six soldiers carrying me to that final resting place I saw my mother's tears down her sweet small face I wanted to smile at her and say don't you cry, my dear I went to fight for what I thought was right perhaps I was wrong but I would do it all over again  I would go fight to have a life -- by giving my own life  ~ Art by Nancy L. Young-Houser and Poem by Sandra S. Marquiss 

"....then he said!"

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Art by Sandra S. Marquiss

HEY! It's Harvest Time!!

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Art by Sandra S. Marquiss