Dear God help me to be
A caring bridge of peace;
Help me to be first to love, first to forgive
And to let all anger cease.
Make me aware of Your Presence
In everyone I see;
Help me bridge the gaps
By living in harmony.
Dear God fill me with the grace
To be always a reflection of Your love;
Let me be the pillar of peace
That I’ve been dreaming of.
Give me the strength and courage
To help others cross the bridge of peace;
Let my prayer be heard above the clouds
That all of us within our souls
Feel your love increase.
Amen
Our Wedding Day: Our Lady of Lakes Catholic Church in Miami Lakes, Florida. April 24, 1971
Dreams of Forever
A mirror of reflections
through the veil of time
I look over my shoulder
as the years have passed us by
A lifetime full of memories
together we have made
And I know I couldn't want for more
than I did our wedding day.
Our yesterdays are history
but we have yet to share
So many more tomorrows,
and nothing could compare
To the joy you've given me
the way you make me smile
You don't even have to say a word
you just make life more worthwhile.
Always and forever…”Till” the moon deserts the sky
We have always been by one another's side
Some days it seems unbearable
and others it's alright
Nothing can be perfect
but at least we always know
That through the veil of heartache
the stronger our love grows.
The hand divine upon us
to cherish and defend
Through the years that shapes us
with love that never ends
Mirrored by reflections
this life we journey through,
Today, tomorrow, always
as long as I'm with you.
With Everlasting Love
Till the end of ALL time.
Your loving wife, best friend, and soul mate
Jo Marie
ON OUR 40TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
Dear Mom,
When it comes to knowing how to give and how to love, you’ve always been a true inspiration. Your love and faith have been at the heart of our family. Your unselfish acts have been a reflection of your kindness and caring. The strength you give has been the bond that keeps us close. The little things you do with all the love in your heart have made such a difference. No matter what, your love is always there, and on your birthday and always, may you know how much you are loved.
A poem – from my heart to yours.
On July twelfth nineteen hundred and twenty-two
God placed a miracle here on earth, and that miracle is you.
He knew that twenty nine years later; in July of nineteen fifty-one
A newborn little girl would one day see what He had done;
And through the years I realized the miracle God had given me
The miracle of my mother, whom He created perfectly.
A mother who taught me of love and faith and trust and hope;
My very special angel who taught me how to cope.
What a blessing I was given; a mother who’s also my friend;
A very special woman filled with a love that has no end.
I thank you for the many prayers
You’ve whispered throughout the years;
Each and every one was answered
God heard you through the tears.
He celebrates my happiness
Makes me smile when I'm sad;
His love is unconditional
I'm so proud to call him, "Dad."
Growing up I recall
All his wisdom and advice;
Which today guides and leads me,
Far more than once or twice.
It's comforting for me to know
To my Dad I can turn;
Whenever problems may arise,
And I discover there's more to learn.
There is no man who walks this earth
Who is greater than my Dad;
There is no daughter that exists,
Who's more grateful, proud, and glad.
To him I am his sunshine,
To me he is a king;
He built me a castle out of love;
He's my Dad, my everything.
Happy Father's Day With All My Love, "Sunshine."
Written for my dad Father’s Day
©Father’s Day 2008
(One month after God took you from us)
Dear Jerry,
I remember when you were born,
It was 12:13 in the early morn.
I remember when you were one;
Watching your actions was so much fun.
And the year when you were only two,
You looked at me sweetly and said, “I love you.”
Then came the year that you turned three;
There were so many thing you wanted to be.
I remember when you were four;
You said you tied a cow to the door!
And the precious year when you turned five;
You showed me your bug zoo, and I said, “Sakes alive!”
And the wonderful year when you were six;
There wasn’t anything in our house you couldn’t fix.
I especially loved when you were seven;
You asked, “Does God have a telephone in Heaven?”
Then before we knew it, you turned eight;
You were a cowboy that year and you thought it was great!
I love to recall the year you were nine;
When you made me a card that read: Be My Valentine.
You played on a soccer team when you were ten;
Kicking those goalies again and again.
And when you were eleven you let everyone know;
That the greatest author was your Aunt Jo.
Then you turned twelve and it was plain to see;
The closeness that had grown between you and me.
Then you became a teenager and at age thirteen;
Fashion clothes and spiked hair became the scene.
At age fourteen you were going through the phase;
Of trying so many new and different ways.
You got your first job when you were fifteen;
I was bursting with pride from all that I’d seen.
Perhaps the fondest year I love to recall
Was when you were sixteen and you got a call;
It was a Friday night and you told your friend,
“I got other plans,”
And I was your plan till the evening’s end.
When you were seventeen, it was fishing and boats
And the one’s you hooked;
You bragged like a fisherman about the
Bass, perch and snook.
And by age eighteen
Your plans were so big;
You became a disc jockey
With gig after gig.
Then at age nineteen you were taken away;
Just when all in your life was going your way.
Now I’m left with the wonderment
Of what might have been;
Asking myself again and again,
Why did this happen?
Why was it you?
Precious child above, what will I do?
Signed with all my love,
“Mommy Number Two.”