Resa and Life's Garden

Like a single white rose you stood this day
In a garden of family and friends
Your cheeks,glisten like petals after the rain
And with the gentlest of breezes, you bend

Your chosen partner in life, stands tall to your right
To be your shelter through life’s season changes
His branches held high, shield the weathers hard chill
And all of life’s troubles and dangers

The gardener, he comes, for one last lingering look,
At his prized possession
With his job, all but done, he tends to his flower
With continuing love and affection

He stands to go, tears form in his eyes
He knows his rose and he will soon be departed
With one look at the tree, he knows his rose will be safe
And that her blossoming ,has only just started

By: C.E. Spence

I searched here, and wandered there,
trying to find true love.
I came back home, still alone,
But with faith in God above.

There I found upon home ground,
What I'd been searching for.
You lit the night with your love so bright.
I'm not searching anymore.

Cause I love you lover,
Like no other.
Yes I love you lover
You're my very life.
Would you be my wife?

The years flew by, now grandkids cry.
You gave your best to me.
I thank you Dear for all the years

And hope my love you see,

That you've also been my best friend,
You made me a better man.
And I hope you know that I love you so,
and I hope you understand.

That I love you lover,
Like no other.
Yes, I love you lover,
You're my very life.
I'm so glad you are my wife.

I'm so glad you are my wife...................

DARCIE

By: C.E. Spence

There was an angel born today
To a family that I love.
God smiled down and said all was good,
And sent her from above.
She was sent to change their lives,
To make them more complete.
To re-teach the meaning of pure love
From which there's no retreat.

We like to think, that it is us,
Teaching the babies how to live.
But in reality, we learn much more
From what we try to give.
You'll learn to laugh out loud again
As you hold her to your chest.
And watch in awe and wonderment
As she passes each daily test.

Seeing her smile that first small grin
Will bring a smile to you.

And the day she crawls will bring a call

To tell what she can do.
Some changes are subtle, some extreme,
And they'll be happening every day.
And you won't know it, and won't care,
But you'll be changing all your ways.

Your life will revolve around this child
This beautiful baby girl.
You'll buy meals with a toy inside,
And give all the playgrounds a whirl.
There'll be sleep-overs with her friends,
And tea parties in the afternoon.
Trips to the beach, park, or zoo,
And the teen years will come too soon.

You'll sit up and worry at curfew time,
Just as your parents have done.
School activities, day and night,
Will keep you on the run.

So love this gift that's been entrusted to you,
Love her with all your heart.
Then take a breath, and hold on tight,

West Texas Sand Storm

What is this little Concho dust shit!

What is this

fine film of silt

all over my mahogany piano,

all over my harlequin dolls,

all over the oil paintings on the wall,

the cobwebs in the hall?

What is this pilfering imitation of the aftermath of a

West Texas Sand Storm . . . anyway!

I don't want to stand here dusting away this white power!

I want to stand not he rim of rock canyon,

Feel the wind tangling my hair to freedom!

I want to hear the coyote's howl floating down

the caprock breaks through the prairie grass!

I want to face the brown sky,

Feel the sting of sand upon my cheeks making mud with

tears only the West Texas Wind can bring to my eyes.

I want:

A black cloud to roll in here and turn the

day to dark, a rolling wind that turns my head

around on rutted country roads until I am driving

back where I came from and I don't know my West

Texas Ass from a prairiedog hole in the ground.

I want a wind that fills my ears with the sound of

old barns shattering and windows rattling.

A freight train thundering down the track:

CLICKITY CLACK!

CLICKITY CLACK!

NO LOOKING BACK !

NO LOOKING BACK !

I want a wild, wicked-wind to blow all night, Mariah

en la mesa, bellowing against a sunrise that slips

slyly into morning sliding its silver tongue into the

storms throat and sucks

its

breath . . .

away!