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Clara Grace

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Clara Grace Her name is Clara Grace. She was born with a heart in her chest and one on her face. The Angels knew two hearts are better than one. So, they kissed her cheek after God was done. Her eyes are blue with a twinkling light. You know immediately she is a pure delight. Her smile lights up any room, when she enters she removes all gloom. She has dancing feet, and her moves are beautiful and sweet. She loves to draw pretty flowers and rainbows. She is only three, but oh how her artistry shows. She loves baby dolls, and her favorite color is pink. She likes dishes, pans and a play...

The Windchime Lady

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Windchimes of all sizes and shapes hang around her porch waiting for a gentle breeze. Chimes made of chrome, brass, bamboo, wood, and glass swing sweetly while chiming with ease. Walking by, I see a woman sitting in a rocking chair listening to the magical music play. Known only to me as The Windchime Lady, I see her while walking to school each day. For now, I have only paused, listened, and smiled, so many times. Some day, I will stop, ask her name, and all about her beautiful windchimes. Views:...

Diann

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Diann Her ponytail swings, as she quickly walks down the hall. She is bigger than life, but not very tall. There is always a smile on her beautiful face, and she treats all with sweet grace God’s purpose for her was to be a nurse to all. So she gives her best without one stall. Once she dressed all in white from her head to her feet, but now she wears scrubs giving all a colorful treat. Views: 93

The Ballerina

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With delicate movements, she waltzes across the floor, lost in another new world with a closed door. Once upon a time, she knew many, many other things, But now she slowly dances as her arms gracefully swing. When you say hello, her smile touches your heart, Then a peacefulness surrounds you and you wish her never to part. I’ve been told that at one time she was brilliant with numbers, but now those digits are forgotten by her and put into slumbers. She is a ballerina lost in a world of her own, where she will remain until reaching God’s home. ...

Always There

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I am feeling overwhelmed, and then you touched my hair, reminding me, you are always there. You are living in Heaven, now far away, sending loving touches to me today. I am thanking God for the gift of you, giving me a sweet love so true. I am reminded of the life we shared, remembering how much adventure we dared. I am writing this poem to remind me each day, receiving love from you is never far away. Views: 153