Posts Tagged "Nancy Lou Henderson"

When Kitty Visits

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When Kitty Visits

When Kitty Visits You come to visit for just a little while,  and with each visit you make me smile. I do not know your name, but it does not matter. Your warmth and love make the Angels gather. As I rub your soft fur, you roll and purr at my feet. I am comforted by your affection which is beyond sweet. Soon you will prance across the grass to your home. I am truly blessed by your visit when you roam.

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Hands

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Hands

Hands  Soft, plump, smooth, and small,  little Hands.  Busy, touching, feeling, and moving,  Inquisitive Hands  Massaged, manicured, delicate, and weak,  pretty Hands  Large, strong, callused, and tough,  working Hands  Wringing, shaking, tapping, and distraught,  nervous Hands.  Wrinkled, aged, comforting, and kind,  experienced Hands       

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Waiting in Line

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Waiting in Line

    A long line of people stretched ahead of Jess. The people in front of her seemed not to be moving, but she did not care because her mind was busy remembering her journey to get here.  Had she done enough, and was she ready? Should she get out of the line and go back?      The requirements to get inside this place, and then becoming one of them were strict.  Jess smiled as she remembered how many mistakes she had made in her life before deciding to get into this lineup, but self-help, hard work, prayers, and determination had helped her to overcome those failures.       Jess knew her most...

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I Served You Well

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I Served You Well

Ode to Old Van Vleck High 2020   I Served You Well Many students have graced my halls, giving priceless memories to my walls. Classes were taught to help you grow, I watched you learn things, you did not know. Laughter and spirit-filled my inner core, of students, teachers, and many more. My intercom brought you announcements, music, and prayer, the principals were always listening there. Through the years my structure was changed, making way for additions, but my spirit remained. Although being demolished, I did not fail. I live in your Memories, I served you well      ...

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Water To Wine

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Water To Wine

Water to Wine Love begins as an empty glass, ready for each person to add loving water. The water may spill without breaking the glass,  it is quality, not quantity, remember what truly matters Openly pour your water into that glass, the transparency makes love last. With love and affection, the glass will fill over time, then devotion and commitment   turns the water into wine.

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