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LSN STUDIO PRESENTS BAKERSFIELD’S FIRST MUSIC & POETRY CONTEST

LSN STUDIO PRESENTS

BAKERSFIELD’S FIRST MUSIC & POETRY CONTEST

WHO: Poets, Musicians, Performers, YOU!

WHEN: August 20, 2009 thru October 29, 2009

WHERE: The Greater Bakersfield Area;

LSN Studio--Bakersfield, CA 93311

PRIZES: 5 Hours Free Studio Time @LSN Studio

$25 Gift Certificate to Borders….. and more

Final Awards Ceremony—location TBA

RULES: Instrumentals must be pre-recorded and must be original to the poet. All poetry must be original. All entries must be submitted online for voting. Online voters will determine finalists who perform their poem with instrumentals for final judging by a distinguished panel. For more rules/details www.bakotopia.com and/or www.facenews.org

WHAT: Bakersfield’s own LSN Studio is offering one free original instrumental and 30 minutes free studio recording time for this project, per person. Any further recording studio needs beyond this offer will incur regular studio rates and fees. By appointment and availability.

WHY: To have the opportunity to be a part of bringing poetry and music together while uniting the Bakersfield community in a unique way.

CONTACT INFORMATION:

Caleb Kelly LSN Studio:

661-428-6961

calebk1@yahoo.com

www.myspace.com/calebkelly

Don't Give Up

The earth once teemed and buzzed with life

Then came the spear, the gun, and knife

And man who once was kind and just

Gave way to greed, to want, and lust

He had to have all he could see

He wanted all, He did decree

That nothing in his way would stand

He raped and plundered all the land

As I grew up I used to hear

Of forests green and wildlife dear

Now I gaze with tears and look

these things are only in a book

I wish someone had thought ahead

Had seen the path we all now tread

Had known the agony, the sorrow

For thinking not about tomorrow

Now it seems it is to late

To change this awful man-made fate

We struggle and are filled with strife

As earth we try to restore to life

We cannot give up, cannot turn back

We want earth green, not burned and black

We hope that greed, and want, and lust

Has not condemned us all to dust

Local Resident Publishes Poetry Book

First time author and local Bakersfield resident Gael C. McNally has written a collection of 128 poems entitled "My Inner Schizophrenic - Poems for the Working Man". This book was written by a diagnosed third-generation schizophrenic giving hope to others with mental disabilities that you don't have to give up on your dreams of creative endeavors. Gael McNally graduated from Marymount College with an A.A. in liberal arts. She is hoping to pursue her B.A. in English Literature at Cal State Bakersfield. This book contains poems in short story form and also includes an essay of her illness and a short story. Many poems, as well, touch upon historical references to Ireland. This book can be purchased for $12.95 on Amazon.com or BarnesandNoble.com, and it can also be purchased in e-format for $6.00 from iuniverse.com. Gael hopes that sales of her book will help with expenses at CSUB.

California Writer Series reading scheduled at CSUB

Juliana Spahr, an American poet and co-editor of the art magazine Chain, will give a poetry reading as part of the California Writers Series at California State University, Bakersfield on Tuesday, Jan. 27 at 7 p.m., in the Dezember Room of the Walter Stiern Library.

Spahr is a graduate of Bard College where she earned a bachelor's degree in languages. She later earned her doctorate in English from the University of Buffalo. She currently teaches at Mills College in Oakland, CA.

Spahr has published more than a half-dozen books of poetry including "Thisconnectionofeveryonewithlungs" (2005), "The Transformation" (2007) and other works for which she has received considerable attention from critics. Along with being an accomplished poet, Spahr has also edited and authored collections of essays, works of criticism and literary anthologies.

The event is free and open to the public, and will be followed by a book sale made possible by Russo's Books.

The California Writers Series began in 2006 and is sponsored by CSUB's Sigma Tau Delta, the English honors society and Associated Students, Inc. Previous readers have included Kay Ryan, Wanda Coleman, Joe Wenderoth, Susana Chavez-Silverman, Pam Houston, Mgugi wa Thiong´o and Brian Turner.

For additional information, contact Marit MacArthur at (661) 654-6503.

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A small dark curl frames her pointed chin.

Her bowed head suggests a reticence born of want,

yet the steady upward cast of her eyes tell a different story.

Her lips form a half smile, rehearsed for just these moments.

And, so sure is she of her beauty, that it's lack is lost on the viewer.

Her smile widens when the advantage is within her grasp.

Howard and the Haunted House

There was a house at the corner of Black Street and Bidden.

Going there was strictly forbidden.

It was a haunted house or so folks said.

Just passing by it filled people with dread.

Billy Blowhard the bully one day just for spite

thought he'd tempt the Dunn kids into going inside.

So the boastful Billy Blowhard

told Donny, Daisy, Danny and Howard

that they were all big yellow cowards.

Donny said,

"You're a liar, Billy, and you're not fair!"

'Billy said ,

"If you were brave, you'd take my dare.

You'd go on up and get in there."

Daisy said,

"That house has got goblins and ghoulies

and gremlins galore.

It's got slimers who creep and monsters that roar.

Dead bodies are hiding beneath the floor

and awesome horror's behind the door."

Howard said,

"We can't go in there anyway

'cause Daddy Dunn said stay away."

Billy said,

"You Dunn kids are all the same.

Coward should be you middle name."

Danny said,

"The Dunns are heroes, brave and true.

We will go there. We'll show you."

Howard said,

"I don't believe in goblins and ghoulies and gremlins galore,

or in slimers that creep,

or monsters that roar,

or even in dead bodies under the floor.

But I will not go there

because early today

Daddy Dunn told us

to all stay away.

So we should all go home

and not go in there.

It's dumb to do anything

just on a dare."

Billy said,

"There's one Dunn diferent from the rest.

The others are more and he is less.

The others are brave, but he's a coward.

The one with no courage, his name is Howard."

Howard said,

"When you do what is right

like you know that you should,

that's when you're courageous ,

brave, true and good."

Then Donnie, Daisy and Danny three

went to the house at the end of the street.

They walked up the step and went in through the door.

Then Billy and Howard heard a blood-curdling roar!

Howard looked at Billy, who'd gone suddenly pale

and then from the house came a terrified wail!

Howard said,

"Billy, get the police and bring them right back.!

Something's after my family. It's time to attack!"

Then Howard ran up the stairs and through the door.

"Is it true?" he asked. "Are there gremlins galore?

Are ther slimers that creep and monsters that roar?"

Daisy said,

"Howard, it's time to meet our dreaded host.

It's Gilbert Gravely, the gruesome ghost."

The air was chilled and a green mist appeared.

It had a face to see and a voice to hear.

It said, "You better be scared because I am here.

and when I'm around, there's plenty to fear."

Howard said,

"I thought there were ghoulies and gremlins galore,

or slimers that creep, or monsters that roar.

or a least a dead body under the floor.

But if it's only Gilbert, then what's the fuss for?"

A mist whirled and swirled and then it did roar,

""I'm Gilbert Gravely, your host into horror!

If your my guest today, you'll see no tomorrow.

When it comes o being ghoulish, grisly and ghastly,

I'm the best there is. I do excel vastly!"

Howard said, "You think you're scary? Well. we'll just see.

You do your best to try to scare me."

Gilbert said,

"I can move furniture! I'll lift a couch in the air!"

Howard said, "While you're moving furniture, put the chair over there."

Gilbert said, " Watch me make myself big. As big as a house!"

Howard said, "That wouldn't scare me, or even a mouse."

Gilbert cried, "I can howl and scream and pound a big drum."

Howard said, "It's boring , Gilbert, and kind of ho-hum."

Gilbert said, "This is my scariest face, so how about that?"

Howard said, "I've seen worse on TV. This stuff's just old hat."

Gilbert cried and whined,

"I thought you'd be fun guests,

but youi're mean and insulting.

You're really just some pests.

Ghosts are supposed to scare folks.

That's how we play.

And if we can't be scary,

then we just fade away."

Howard said,

"Don't fade away , Gilbert,

and don't sit and pout.

Let me think for a minute.

We'll work something out.

You're not as bad as I thought.

That's plain to see.

You're good for something,

but what could it be?"

They thought and they talked,

then they all went outside.

Billy Blowhard stood there,

scared stiff and bug-eyed.

When Billy saw Gilbert

he swooned right away.

Then Gilbert felt better

than he had all day.

They ran and they rushed to the amusement park.

They had to hurry 'cause soon it'd be dark.

They soon found the manager, a big tall man named Mark.

They said, "Gilbert the ghost needs a job in the park."

Mark said, "You're perfect! A natural!

You'll start tomorrow!

You'll be the new host

in our house of horror."

Gilbert was happy and joyful!

He had a new haunt!

It was a place he could scare folks

as much as they want!

The kids knew Howard was a hero, good, brave and true

because he had done what he knew he should do.

The End

Love in Two Places

Have you ever had a crush on someone then let it slip?

Well I have and I know that I'm regretting it. I'm only in high school and I know you are not thinking i could possibly have had an experience like this. But I have.

And I will tell you about it. She has blue eyes that look like the world's greatest sunset upon the ocean, she has a smile that would melt any man that looks upon it. Her personality is not like any other it's one of a kind.

She walks about us every day and as you pass her you would never know you just walked by the sweetest girl in the world. As the Greeks would say, "She is a goddess in a mortal body to confuse the ignorant and make the men think more wisely about what they do next instead of just reacting on instinct." She makes you feel in ways man has never felt before and hurt in the heart more times than ever thought possible.

She is real but it's a one-in-a-million chance of feeling this way about someone at my age — of which most of you have passed. But there is always hope and I hope as the author of this that you go home to your wife, girlfriend or relative and you look upon them and smile and feel the same way you did when you first fell in love. You might read this and she or he will listen — I promise they will. And for that one second you'll know you're no longer in two places.

Chicano Author to Visit BC

Central Valley’s own Gary Soto will be visiting Bakersfield College on October 15 as part of the continuing Cerro Author Visit program. A poet and novelist native to Fresno, Soto has written books for adults, young adults, and children; his poetry and novels have great resonance for our community. Soto is a passionate advocate of community colleges and is excited to come to Bakersfield College.

According to the Gale Literature Resource Center, Soto is recognized as one of America's best Chicano writers. Incorporating his working-class background and Hispanic culture into his poetry and prose, he addresses such social issues as discrimination, violence, and poverty. Commentators maintain that Soto's ability to transcend solely personal and local concerns has established him as a major contemporary author. His many works include the widely popular novel Buried Onions and his Chicano culture-based poetry, such as One Kind of Faith.

A third-generation Mexican American, Soto was born in Fresno, and raised in the San Joaquin Valley where, as a child, he worked as a farm laborer. Attending Fresno City College, Soto initially majored in geography before transferring to Fresno State in the early 1970s.

Soto graduated magna cum laude in 1974 and earned a M.F.A. from the University of California at Irvine, publishing his first poetry collection, The Elements of San Joaquin, in 1977. He has since received numerous awards and fellowships: the Academy of Poets Prize in 1975, the United States Award from the International Poetry Forum in 1976, and the 1985 American Book Award from the Before Columbus Foundation for Living up the Street: Narrative Recollections. A finalist for the Lenore Marshall Poetry Award in 1979, he was also the first Chicano writer to be nominated for a Pulitzer Prize.

Gary Soto will give a presentation for the public at Bakersfield College’s Indoor Theater at 7 p.m. on October 15. Soto’s visit to Bakersfield College is made possible by a gift from the Dolores Cerro family endowment.

THE MEETING

(a poem with a lesson and a warning

sadly based on fact)

Today is my birthday I'm thirteen years old

I can't wait to meet some new guys

I'll get on the Internet and find that place

where kids can go and share their lives.

Here it is, I found it -Wow! This web site looks so cool

it says I have to register and give myself a name

Hmmm...how about something cute (in case I meet a boy)

I know –I'll be 'sexy-girl', that'll blow his brain!

Right away I got a message from someone called 'lover_boy'

"Hey sexy-girl, you sound real cute, and by the way, how old are you?"

"I just turned thirteen today's my birthday."

"What a blast! I'm thirteen too!"

I can't believe I met a boy the very same age as me

I wonder if he'd send me a picture today?

"Hey lover_boy, can you send me a picture and I'll send one back to you?"

"Sure, sexy-girl, give me your e-mail, I'll send it right away."

My heart was pounding in my chest I couldn't wait to see his face.

Was this really happening? It seems like a dream.

I clicked the attachment, my eyes glued to the screen,

and there he was the cutest boy this girl had ever seen!

I sent my picture back to him just like I said I would

please, let him think I'm pretty and feel the way I feel.

It seemed forever before he wrote and in bold, black letters he said to me,

"sexy-girl, let's meet for real!

I didn't know you'd look so hot we live right near each other

let's make a secret date, you know how parents are."

"Okay, I won't tell my mom or dad

where do you want to meet, there's lots of places not too far?"

"I know a place where no one goes it's in the woods by the highway

I'll bring soda, you bring snacks, how does that sound?"

"It's way too cool and I can't wait let's meet on Saturday at seven o'clock,

just follow the path through the woods straight to the old picnic ground."

I got to the woods before seven and waited nervously,

it sure was quiet and scary there wasn't a soul in sight.

Then suddenly, I heard footsteps -he didn't forget after all

I was so excited to meet him..this was my lucky night!

"Hello sexy-girl, It's your lover_boy and see, I came right on time."

I turned..but gripped with fear I didn't recognize that face!

He's as old as my daddy he's not the boy in the picture,

he's not the one who wrote to me, the one I met on My Space.

I just turned thirteen.. I was so excited

I just wanted to meet new friends and find a boyfriend to call my own.

I thought I found someone to love who thought that I was special too

But I won't see another birthday..I won't be going home...

Written by Hannah rs Joseph

The Bakersfield Californian Carrier

The line stretches as far as the eye can see,
Patiently waiting their turn with glee.
Greeting each one with a big smile,
for they are only here for a short while.

Each one only taking what they need,
They there begin to roll at top speed.
For beating the clock is what they do.
Delivering a paper to each one of you.

Whether rainy days or skies of blue,
With each new day they arrive to start anew.
For they are our heroes all the days of the year.
They are the Bakersfield Californian carriers.

Voices From Shafter Memorial

The second tree from the end is where I always sit,

Brushing my hand across the grass as I talk to my relatives.

Aunt Lois with her ancient mink coat. She and the pelts

sharing the same fate, the same dust.

Quack, squatting in the dirt beneath a red bud tree,

Sure that Eisenhower had "forgotten the little man".

Ma Ma married in overalls. Buried in her granddaughter's

dress after a lifetime of work.

Pete his face folding into a wrinkled smile. Leaving his

handiwork in a trail of temporary homes.

Ted, troubled war hero, insisting on Nam rules. Triumphantly

tossing in his winning hand, one card at a time.

J.C., his early confidence and wry humor stripped away by

disease until all that remained was bitterness and sad resignation.

Sherry, petite, precise. Her beautiful hands in constant motion,

sculpting the world for others to enjoy.

Steve, born in poverty, living in want. His worldly wealth disclosed by the

requiem crowd which would found no fault in him.

Into Sports? It runs in the family

Over the fence is a commonly cheered by a particular onlooker who is near and dear. No pressure. No pressure here! A fan, family, friends even the dog...all have their picks of cheer. You know it runs in the family! And that's okay to say...if you have been at any one of these baseball games.

Oh, he's your nephew, he's your grandson. Baseball made him Coopers Town Hall of Fame. Hit one for Grams giving all that he has to play...makes it an all exciting and intense game. Watched by fans unknown to him take their spot and admire him...or to catch a grin. Looking like a pro-- we look forward to seeing him get in.

Cheers go out, seems much is depending on him...and the girls well, just might want to marry him! While still focused on his game. He makes it safe...after a pickle he slides into base. Closer to home and winning this game. It's a fun time, a game to see. A team player efforts exceeds since the All-Star little league traveling team...the greatest expectations he's mastering.

That's my son. That's my brother working brilliantly...all out doing for each other in support of this junior college team. He's glad to play baseball...at this level, it's a winner's league. Making the grade. He's already made a name, making a hit! Runs come in. Making a throw...the umpire calls it...out at home! It's not a mystery anymore for we all know he will make the score.

Former scout who takes in a good seat. Scouts all around, observing noticeably. The principal, former coaches behind their cities league...walking proudly...makes all the buzz in the news this morning, afternoon and evening crews. Batting up for his coaches, his team...for super regionals Western State Conference games 2008 series ending.

This could be anyone. Does this sound like you? It runs in my family...Congratulations to my nephew, Mr. Casey Michael Brown. All American young gentleman...whose into sports.

Am I happy?

I say I am

when the subject is raised.

I think I am

but don't probe too deep.

I pretend I am

to forestall questions

I hope I am

because that's all there is.

3 a.m. coffee

Yep! It's great.

In bed at sunset

and awake at one.

Plenty of time to

make a pot of coffee

and second guess my life.

IN MEMORY OF JOAN HOLDING

WHISPERS IN THE WIND

WRITTEN BY VICKIE BELMORE

I KNOW YOUR HEART FEELS EMPTY.

IN THIS MOMENT YOU FEEL

LIKE YOU'LL NEVER SEE YOUR MOM AGAIN.

TODAY... I THINK I HEARD HER

WHISPER IN THE WIND.

SHE SAID,

IF YOU LONG TO SEE HER

HERE IN THIS PLACE...

YOU CAN SEE HER EVERY DAY

IN EACH GRANDCHILDS FACE.

YOU CAN FEEL HER GENTLE HUG

IN EACH ONE'S EMBRACE.

THEY CARRY WITHIN THEM

GENETIC DROPLETS OF HER BLOOD.

THEY HAVE ALSO INHERITED

A LIFETIME OF HER LOVE.

WHEN YOU ARE OVERWHELMED WITH SADNESS,

AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS CRY...

YOUR MOM IS THERE IN SPIRIT

STANDING RIGHT BY YOUR SIDE.

SHE'S LONGING TO WIPE

THE TEARS FROM YOUR EYES.

SHE SAID,

LISTEN VERY CAREFULLY

FOR HER WHISPER IN THE WIND.

SHE WISHES SHE COULD SEE YOU

JUST SMILE AGAIN.

REJOICE IN THE JOY

THAT HER MEMORY BRINGS.

REMEMBER THAT THIS LIFE

IS A TEMPORARY THING.

SHE WILL SEE YOU IN HEAVEN

WHEN YOUR LIFE IS DONE.

SHE IS SO VERY PROUD

OF THE WOMAN YOU'VE BECOME.

SHE HAS PERSONALLY THANKED GOD

THAT YOU ARE HER CHILD.

NOW SHE ONLY ASKS...

THAT YOU LOOK UP TOWARD HEAVEN

AND SEND HER A SMILE.

SHE SAID,

STAY STRONG IN YOUR FAITH.

BELIEVE THAT SOMEDAY

YOU WILL SEE HER AGAIN.

AND...LISTEN VERY CAREFULLY

FOR WHISPERS IN THE WIND.

Friends

Friends are forever no matter what you go through

When your down and blue

A friend is there to make you happy

Even if they are feeling crappy

They are the sunshine to your day

Some people would pray,

To have a friend like this

It’s like getting your first kiss

You never forget

How happy they made you

And what you guys went through

An Evening With God

An evening with God dismisses all negative thoughts.

His Truth is everlasting the Bible keeps His spirit lasting.

He's the author and finisher of our daily walk.

He can change our language and teach us how to talk.

He won't force Himself on us, His spirit will guide us through.

He says all things work together for our good.

Worrying and cursing is truly no good.

He'll help us with our obstacles if we let Him in .

He reigns day and night and keeps us all in His sight.

An evening with God is fundamentally sound.

He keeps us grounded so our love will abound.

An evening with God is the best recipe.

Try God today and our soul will be pleased.

When our days are over, He'll welcome us with ease.

True Love

True love comes from God above, anything else is polished and rubbed.

We say I do, and the first little spat, turns out to be where some parents want us at.

Not knowing the true essence of God's plan, turning young men into real men.

The wife confused as to what to do, not knowing she is responsible to.

They go to professionals for advice, not seeking God for the ultimate advice.

The scripture says cling to each other, not your parent, sister and brother.

True love will make a argument seem like a conversation.

Just listening to each other can be a form of relaxation.

When you start to yell, just think for a moment.

This is not God's plan so we must not dwell on it.

Trials and tribulation will always be there.

It's where the heart is that will allow us to care.

Sickness is coming don't be surprised.

Conquer it with God, love and your spouse..

The next time you think about ending your marriage.

Think about God his love is the only leverage.

Love is the answer no matter what you are going through.

Adultery, fornication God will see you through.

What about forgiveness does it fit with true love.

It's number one on the list, if you truly want to go above.

Happy Valentine's Day !!

Ernie-

I love the way you make me laugh, I love the way you make me smile, I love your sense of style, I love the ten years we've had since we walked down the aisle.

I love the time we've had to grow, but now I'm ready for motherhood more than you know.

Will her cheeks be rosy? Will her eyes be blue? I can't wait to see what the future holds for me and you.

One last thing before I bid adieu, I want you to know how much I LOVE YOU !!!

Shi

My Hearts

Here are my hearts, there are several you know

One that’s a skeptic. and one that’s just so.

One that is wistful and one that is true,

One that is soaring, and one that is blue.

One’s idealistic and one’s just so raw,

One is a virtue and one is a flaw.

No matter which heart I give you today

It’s yours for a lifetime, and any way,

Only one beat of my heart rings clearly,

All of my hearts and I, love you dearly.

Valentines day, my special someone

TJ TRA

The very first time our eyes met

It was like my very first breath

Never before have i felt such an innocence

A true love transcending all that i know

The ring of his voice the purest of tone

And the tickle of his laughter on my ears

Even the mischievous giggle as he tries to pick my nose

Every day my adoration continues to grow

In every single thing that he does

There is no one else that brings me such joy

The love of my life for now and all time

My Beautiful, Funny, Smart, Beloved Baby Boy

Daddy loves you, Tyson Jacob

Ode to Fred (my stuffed toy monkey)

All day Fred sits loyally in the car

Sleeping through noises whatever they are.

Short and stout though he may be

He sleeps soundly waiting for me.

Not a thought for himself he ever has

Except when dreaming about playing jazz.

Yes, he loves peanut butter crackers

Sometimes he calls them peanut butter stackers.

Yes if Fred had a chart showing a trend

Fred would be 100% Best Friend.

An Everyday Woman's Guide to Love

Love is you

Carrying the dead mouse outside

Love is you

Buying me size 7 underware

Love is you

Cleaning the shower trap of hair

Love is you

Asking for seconds of my burned casserole

Love is you

Cracking me up with corny jokes

Love is you

Putting gas in my car

Love is you

Lifting the heavy side of the load

Love is you

Loving me

Love unexplained

Love is not passion

Passion is its child.

Love is not commitment

Commitment is its father.

Love is your essence and mine

Filling an empty glass.

Love is your fingers on mine

Counting the pulse of time.

Love can't inflect creation

Since it has no shape or form.

In the last fluttering moments of time

Love is the last to fade.

Destiny

Destiny is a place of arrival, sometime we go in spite of.

All the conceptual mind games, keeps our awareness very keen.

We don't take it for granted, for we know we are not planted.

In a bliss of opportunistic mess, sometimes it allows us to confess.

To what is real, to what is distress, it can be a complicated journey.

If taken seriously, if taken consequently.

Watch and beware of the way you go.

Destiny can be an immeasureable foe.

Don't hurry to that place of uncertainty.

Your destiny may be carved with your integrity.

Destiny is something we can't escape.

It may be the pearly gates, it may be the devil's fate.

Don't be disgruntled if you feel confused.

Sometimes the wrong way can be defused.

Let destiny ride and do not hide.

Consequently one day we will take it in stride.

Knowing at the end it was just another ride.

Escape to Dark

“ESCAPE TO DARK”

HELD AS A PRISIONER,

CAUGHT BETWEEN THE REALITY OF DEATH AND THE PROSPECT,

THE APPREHENSION, OF AN AFTER LIFE.

THE SHACKELS OF PAIN AND THE SUFFERING THAT PREVIOUSLY BOUND ME, BROKEN, SHATTERED BY A SENSE OF APATHY

AND UNBELIEF.

THOUGH LIFE HAS LEFT MY BODY,

DEATH HAS NOT YET ARRIVED

TO MY SOUL’S RESCUE.

I FADE TO BLACK, AS DOES THE LAST VISIBLE, DISTANT NIGHT STAR,

IN A DARK, CLOUD-FILLED SKY.

I DID NOT FIGHT TO STAY, NOR DO I STRUGGLE NOW TO CONTINUE.

FINALLY REALIZING IT IS THE COMFORT OF OBSCURITY AND THE PEACE OF MIND DISCOVERED IN MY NON-EXISTENTSTATE,

THAT I HAVE COME TO CRAVE.

LIKE A CONSCIOUS DREAM FROM WHICH ONE WOULD NEVER

DESIRE TO WAKE.

THE ETERNAL RELIEF, FROM MY EVER-HAUNTING INSECURITIES,

THE ESCAPE I PLEADED FOR WITH THE LAST BREATH OF LIFE

AS IT PASSED OVER MY LIPS.

OR IS THIS NOW LIFE?

THIS, MY PURPOSE FOR BEING?

THIS SOLACE FOUND IN THE VOIDNESS OF DEATH’S TRANSITION

TO WHAT LIES BEYOND.

WHY MUST I CONTINUE?

ONLY TO ARRIVE AT MY SOUL’S FINAL DESTINATION?

ONLY TO EXPIERENVE AN AFTER-LIFE’S DEATH?

TO RE-LIVE IT ALL?

NEVER! NOT EVEN TO BE TRADED FOR THE LAST PRECIOUS BEATS OF MY TORN AND BROKEN HEART.

O, THAT I COULD REMAIN IN THIS JOURNEY OF PERPETUAL FORGOTTENNESS.

A FREE WILL CAPTIVE,

LOST IN THIS, LONELY PARADISE OF EMPTINESS AND OBLIVION.

Cancer Is Not

This month is Breast Cancer Awareness Month and this is a celebration for all of the individuals who survived Breast Cancer. It can be quite traumatic to hear you have Breast Cancer, but it can also be a awakening to appreciate life.I urge all survivors of cancers to live life to its fullest and along the way be a blessing to someone else. I wanted to write a poetic tribute to all cancer survivors because I survived it twice (1988,1998). I thank God daily for his love, compassion and grace. If you are a cancer survivor I urge you to thank God and be a doer of His Word. I wrote this poem to encourage individuals who have cancer and going through various treatments. The poem is as follows:

It is not a death sentence today. Many years ago that could not be said.

People can live and strive today. Sit back and rejoice when you get to stay.

With all the treatments of today. I'll name a few and call their names.

Radiation may cause some tribulation. Radiation may cause some regurgitation.

Don't be dismayed they have an association. It won't last long it's a form of

initiation. I am proof of that realization.

Chemotherapy has side effects. Some horrendous and some a mess.

You may lose your hair and be bare. Sometimes you are weak and body may

squeak. All those symptoms you can shake. Through all of this God keeps you

awake. Be dedicated to these treatments. Try to form no resentment.

If you have cancer, don't think about dying. Take your treatments and keep on

trying. God have greatness for you my friends. Live life fully and never pretend.

Remember, oh remember, cancer is not the END.

SUNSET

The sunset is a beautiful silhouette, created by time for us to manifest.

It surpasses human comprehension,Don't be dismayed it creates no tension.

Beautiful as it looks it creates a vision, created by God to show no division.

Look at the colors deep and dark, red and brown creates a spark all around town.

Some look at it confused and elated, it is God's sunset wrapped and embedded.

Man can create alot of things, A sunset is not one of his beings.

Just sit and look at the manifestation, especially when you feel a form of frustration.

The picture alone creates a positive equation, of hope and love part of God's creation.

Sunset, sunset set your mind to view, an everlasting picture for all of us to view.

Not That Bad

The world is in so much pain.

Most of us continually complain.

The totality of our gripe is plain.

We should sometime sustain.

Look back, it's not that bad.

Some people go to bed in pain.

Some people wake up in pain.

We must learn not to complain.

Be courageous and not so vain.

Be gracious with the time given to us.

Help someone else, that's a must.

Remember, things are not that bad.

Stocks going up.

Realty going down.

That keeps our face with a negative frown.

The focus of life is to always hope.

All material things are just a ghost.

The one who endures is the best philosophy.

Remember, It's not that bad.

Be joyful and thankful not so sad.

Think of good and bury the bad.

Always remember, its not that bad.

Worry, worry is so contrary.

It gets us know where but a life so dreary,

Talk about this, talk about that.

It makes no sense, its not that bad.

It's a nod for us to try to be glad.

Pray for the underdog and don't be mad.

Is He There?

I lie awake,
In the night,
Hoping He will come.
But when I do not hear a sound,
My heart is troubled some.
But then I think,
About the words,
That He hath said to me.
"Lo, I am with you always."
My heart no longer waits to hear,
A sound to prove He's there.
For even though I do not see Him,
He's always standing near.
To guide me in my troubled times,
To light my darkened path.
To hold my hand and comfort me,
When no one else is near.

What new nightmare awaits...

What new nightmare awaits in the dark…

She slips out the side door towel in hand…

Honey, ha honey were are you going…

Silence as before as the wet steps on the floor…

What? Not! No! It’s dark I must be asleep…

Suddenly voices call out “is that, it is”…

Honey, ha honey were are you going…

Silence as before the chase, oh the hurt…

Were down the street, away up the hill…

Thru wooded fields, were has she gone…

Were you say, a construction worker…

Silence as before twisted there on his floor…

What new nightmare awaits in the dark…

She is my wife my love, as the voice…

Who are you… are you the back guy…

Silence as before, back guy yes…

Watching this big body and its bare back…

She is still alive, can I break his neck…

Honey I love ya, so sad for the bad…

Silence as before, as our arms embrace…

Belva my love... your in my every dream… art…

The Challenger Spaceship — To Christa

You gave us excitement, an Astronaut elite.
Surpassed mundane lives, and earth-bound feet.
Your moment of glory, vapor trails in the air
Filled us with elation, and sudden despair.

Oh! to change that moment, erase the time and scene
Of gentle tracing vapors, into a sea of green,
Give back to you the glory, your children, time in space
Your dedication to our future, mankind, the human race.

Your legacy is etched in time, the future now is clear
Our nation must continue and conquer human fear.
Your joy of great adventure, the challenge of your dreams
Have placed a torch in heaven ... guiding Astronaut Teams.

— January 28, 1986

Pauline Brasswell, 82, of Lake Isabella wrote this just two hours after the Challenger exploded. She was filled with great sorrow for those who perished and the loved ones watching. She just had to put it down in paper. A few years later, she received a large book in the mail titled "America at the Millenium: The best poems and poets of the 20th century." In it, was this poem. It had been selected from the International Library of Poetry, where she has her copyrighted her poems.

Friendship

There is a special place in the heart of mankind for friendship.

Given generously over the years it will multiply, to become a treasure,
easily recognized, and priceless.

— 1980

Pauline Brasswell, 82, has sent this poem to many friends over the years. Once she sent it to President Carter and received a very nice letter in return. She lives in Lake Isabella.

They just don't measure up to you

July 26 marks the 100th birthday of John Wayne. Bakersfield resident Louis "Andy" Anderson wrote this poem in 1979 and writes "We as a nation need more people like him that are not afraid to stand tall for their beliefs; to not be ashamed of the love of their country, their family and their friends."

Happy Birthday, "Duke."

There have been lots of great Americans John,
And in my time I've seen only a few.
But no matter how great their feats were,
"They Just Don't Measure Up To You."

There's people like King and Kennedy,
And Armstrong took a giant step for me and you.
Their names may soon be forgotten,
But "They Just Don't Measure Up To You."

You're what made people proud of what they were,
No matter their size, or wealth, or weight.
You were the champion of the common man,
That guy with that "silly lopsided gait."

You're the guy who fought and drank,
And even "cussed" and spit.
But you were just everyday "Duke,"
And that's what made you such a hit.

You did lots of good in your time,
And still had some left to do.
But God came and took you away,
I guess he had better use of you.

You were America's super hero,
When you were right — No One stood up to you.
You'll be missed by all of us,
Because the others "Just Don't Measure Up To You."

Pain, Pain Go Away

Pain, Pain Go Away !

     Please go and bother the devil today;

Many years of pain you put me thru; I paid my dues in full!

Now it’s time for you to let me go; And don’t bother me no more.

     For the many years of pain you put me thru;

     Now I have the right to tell you what to do;

Jesus has paid my price in full!!!

With Jesus help that I have, You must obey.

     Devil and Pain you two don’t have a chance;

     With my Lord you Cannot Contend!

Jesus has defeated you at Calvary -- You lost Pal!

Go and tempt other souls while you still have the chance;

     Because Jesus will soon put you in Chains!

     Pain Pain go away Go & Bother the devil today.

Pain; Orders from me you must obtain; Because I overcame.

You broke my heart and put me thru misery.

     Before you go; One more order I must throw.

     You’ve already bothered me twice today

Now I’m ordering for you to stay away & Go to Hibernation today.

Nice and kind I want to be; So you must this wish grant me!

     You Cannot Deny me Because;

The Power of Jesus is now working on me
     Pain pain go away; I want to write laugh and play!

I met Inga Barks

I met Inga Barks

     TV I keep away from me

     I have Inga Barks to listen to

A lot of writing I do

But Every day to the radio I listen to

     Inga Barks bring a lot joy into my heart

     Inga Barks voice I know

But what she looked like I didn’t know

Finally today Inga Barks I saw

   I took a deep breath and her hand I shook

Now when I listen to Inga Barks

I know what she looks like

     She’s charming, gentle and kind.

To Inga Barks I will always listen to

Because she cares for me and you

     She’s continually and eagerly

     Defending Our Constitutional rights

A good role model to her children she is too

And makes sure God’s precepts they keep

   Thank you Inga, and to God I pray

   Your family’s souls to keep

Bakersfield The City

            Bakersfield The City

      Many lovely days in Bakersfield I enjoy by & by

The bus I take to go here & there. The bus takes me everywhere

    Down town is a lovely place too.

    Let’s go there to shop & play!

Many people work at City Hall, & with a smile the City they restore !

Much pleasure in them I see; And ready to help you & me.

    I’m very happy in Bakersfield I came to be.

    The Newspaper too -is the finest around for me and you!

Many people work there and with a smile ready to help someone by & by!

From the Editors, the writers & photographers

they’re the best that money can buy !!!

    God has given them the Uncanny Ability

    with their work to please you and me!

    At the front desks too; with a smile ready to help me and you.

To Bakersfield.com I go to see what they’ve got on the go.

The Police force is one of the best & God’s watching Our Best!

    Thanks to the mayor for letting them do their jobs;

    They for sure know what to do!

Like San Francisco and Los Angeles we don’t want Bakersfield to be!

Let’s keep the panhandlers, drug addicts, drunks, scum’s & bums out!!!

    They’re lazy and don’t care about me and you!

    When these scum’s and bums I don’t see;

For a walk there I go & enjoy the scenery

And also to see what’s good there to buy for my family & me!

     Down town pretty things I see.

                                        Praise God !

      Bakersfield is a lovely city; Much pleasure it gives me,

Library at 62!

Library at 62 !

By: GigioTopo



   And I’m Sixty Two.

Children to the library go! Many books there;

Are good for you; And I’m Sixty Two.

   TV & Video Games takes you to lu, la Fantasy,

   But the library brings you reality.

Lot’s of reading & writing I do; And I’m Sixty Two

   1^st. God, then the family & the library too.

   And I’m Sixty Two.

When some comes up, and I don’t know

To the library I go to learn something knew.

   And I’m Sixty Two.

Children to the library go and every day learn something new. I do And I’m Sixty Two.

   Children to the library go; Many new books there I saw.

   Books are good for me and You and I’m Sixty Two.

Children to the library go & learn the truth;

Open a book and have fun too. I do & I’m Sixty Two.

   Remember children; Early to Bed, Early to Rise

   And you will be Healthy, Wealthy and Wise.

I still do and I’m Sixty Two.

   Thank You God; For My Sixty Two.
I’m Sixty Two; To the library I go to learn a thing or two

Freedom

The old man grasped the hand of his kin,
A smile without; a wound within.
"Thanks for all you've done," he'd heard
From a thoughtful youth, an encouraging word.
"How could he ever know?"
"How could he ever understand? — the cost, the loss, the love, the fear
That drives one to chase an ideal so dear?"

Nearby a sharp voice shatters the solemnity
By a curse, an unkind profanity
From an ingrate who seems to allege
That freedom is his right, rather than a privilege.
"For him men died? How soon one forgets;
When war and terror no longer threats;
When a person's freedom is demanded, rather than defended."

Freedom is not a gesture, but a gift
Freedom looks not at the price, but the sacrifice
Of those who saw beyond the now and believed the future was worth it;
Who believed sons and daughters, grandsons and granddaughters deserved a chance
To find their God-given destiny and do destiny's dance.
To some freedom required the ultimate; others still live next door;
To all freedom was not a duty, but an opportunity .... and more.

You see, the debt of freedom can never be repaid,
But every year it is simply displayed
By the salute of an old man's hand, a cap on his head,
and great pride in his heart.

Written by Ron Williams for July 4, 2005, in Bodfish, California

About the author: Ron Williams has been a resident of Bodfish since 2004 and a Foursquare minister since 1965. First, as a pioneer pastor and Bible college teacher (1965-69); then a missionary to Hong Kong (1969-85); then communications officer/special counsel to the president (1985-2004). He is presently dean of Kern River Valley Institute and on staff with Family Life Center in Wofford Heights.

Thank You Lord!

Thank You Lord !

But this song I will sing for You

   For Eternity my Lord I will praise You

   Thank You Lord for the serenity You’ve given me

Thank You Lord for the peace You’ve given me

Thank You Lord for the joy You’ve given me

   For Eternity my Lord I will praise You

   Thank You Lord for keeping me in control

With poems I will praise You

But this song I will sing for You

   Yours for Eternity I will be

    The purest love in You I see

Thank You for making a believer out of me

With poems I will praise You

   But this song I will sing for You

   For Eternity my Lord Yours I will be

For Eternity my Lord I will praise You

   Thank You my Lord for Calvary

Thank You my Lord for the life You’ve given me

   Thank You for the house and the two Cats You’ve given me!
Lord with poems I will Praise You

My Friend Casey

My Friend Casey Christie

My friend Casey is a photographer

He’s not famous but he should be

Many pictures and photographs in my life I’ve seen

But the photographs Casey has given me

Are the best. I guarantee. I got them all around me

His photographs you should see

They for sure will mark history

A good friend Casey has been to me

A great family Casey has too

And God they fear just like me

When in Kernville they came to be

I thank God for bringing them next door to me

Thank You God!

My Caring Doctor

* My Caring Doctor *

By: Topo Gigio

A conscientious doctor is hard to come by

I was lucky when I found mine

Dr. Dozier I thank thee for the smile you brought back on to me

When in Bakersfield I came to be. It took some time before I found thee.

Dr. Dozier

We’re lucky to have a caring doctor like thee

Your soothing voice & gentle eyes

Lets us know we will be alright

Keep it up & you’ll get the Nobel Prize

When I first came to see thee I wasn’t sure

you were the right doctor for me

But a few minutes of conversation with thee

I knew for sure; I had finally found the proper doctor

To ease my aches and pains that were destroying me

Dr. Dozier

Dr. Dozier I want all to know; Your first name “Emmanuel”

Means; “God with us” It’s no wonder you care for us

The hand of God is on you

Dr. Dozier you’re one of a kind.

Doctors like you I cannot find or see

Most have made lots of money and got a Villa in Capri

Dr. Dozier

It’s 2004 & Doctors are on the go

Little time they have to spent on sick people like me

You’re noble, caring & kind. And God will bless thee By:

Giving you’re family. Health & Prosperity

Doc. To you I toast; With a glass of wine called “Merlot”

Because you care for your patients so.

Praise God!

why are you so patient with me?don’t you know we love you so?me & all your patients Agree

Wars - Wars

Wars - Wars

By: Topo Gigio



   How can this be? It's only Greed & Vanity

Our Greed has enchained our Integrity;

Our morals and Values they are taking away too

   War’s here war’s there war’s everywhere;

   Stop those war‘s! It's peace I want to see!

War’s here War’s there War’s everywhere --

Nothing but War’s I hear and see.

   Wars are making Birds and Animals pay the price too!

   War’s - War’s; I only hear and see; Much pain is causing me!

Stop these War’s stop those War‘s;

In peace with one another we should be.

   War’s - War’s; There is nothing left in this world for us to enjoy by;

   Stop this War’s stop those War‘s; Love is all we need; Not war‘s.

War’s come with greed and they are making us loose

Our values & integrity.

   War’s are robbing our virtues and our liberties!

   Each government in control wants to be!

Why can’t each control is own; And leave the others alone?

Greed is causing us to loose control & God is watching us all !

   To God we must go & no more war.

   They should know that God not the people is in Control !!

War’s -War’s is all I hear & see; But God they don’t see.

   This the reason why It’s hard for us to get by.

                                       God, Please Help us!
War’s here war’s there war’s everywhere!

A WISH

IF I COULD WISH
FOR WHAT I NEVER HAD
I WOULD WISH FOR ME
A REAL MOTHER A REAL DAD
WHEN I WAS LITTLE
AND NOT VERY OLD
MY PARENTS ONLY SPOKE
WHEN IT WAS TIME TO SCOLD
SOMETIMES A WHIPPING
SOMETIMES JUST A RAP
AND INSTEAD HUGS AND KISSES
I GOT A SLAP
SO IF I COULD WISH
FOR WHAT I NEVER HAD
I WOULD WISH
FOR EVERY LITTLE BOY & LITTLE GIRL
A REAL MOTHER A REAL DAD
I AM OLDER NOW
AND I THOUGHT I WOULD FORGET
BUT I DO REMEMBER
AND MY EYES STILL GET WET
NOW I HAVE TWO SONS
AND FOR THAT I AM SO GLAD
FOR MY WIFE IS A REAL MOTHER
AND I AM A REAL DAD

Antonietta Maria

Antonietta Maria !

By: Papá

I wish I may I wish I might have my daughter

Antonietta appear in my dreams tonight !!!!

40 years ago drugs and alcohol of me took control!

And my daughter I hurt so!!

A few years went by and she forgave me by & by ;

Fifteen years now have gone by;

Since to Idaho she and her family went by & by!

They never did say goodbye; And more depressed became I!

And again drugs and alcohol took me by & by!

Drugs and alcohol my family became and worthless became I!

Antonietta is my first born and the love I bare

For her the world cannot compare.

It wasn’t me that hurt her But the drugs & alcohol that were in control!!!

It was sixteen years ago when at work I received a call;

When my daughter’s voice I heard -

I jumped so high with my head I broke a light.

She had a surprise for me she said; I shook and I cried

I thought it was me she was coming to see.

The surprise? She had just given birth to her 2^nd son

On my same day & month

Sixteen years now have gone by without a peep or a Hi!

I am now 62 And my son Domenico I thank for pulling me thru

To church I went; I repented - begged and cried;

And in Jesus name I was baptized.

Now I have my son Domenico’s family helping me to live by & by.

Praise God !

REVERSAL (Written by Hannah Ruth Joseph)

I just read Denice Brown's article on Alzheimer's events and it brought back some powerful memories. I did in-home care in Alzheimer facilities and private homes and learned first-hand the tragedy of what it does to families. I expressed it in poem. Those who are caring for parents in that condition will be able to relate to this.

Reversal

When she was born and helpless and innocent as a dove

Her mother held her tightly

To show her she was loved.

And when she was a toddler, her legs just sent her sprawling,

So mother held her hand to keep her child from falling.

Then as she reached her womanhood and needed room to grow,

The mother reluctantly realized…

She had to let her go.

Time has a way of changing things, reversing the roles that are played,

Now, the daughter becomes the mother,

For the mother has lost her way.

When she grew old and frail and delicate as a dove

Her daughter held her tightly

To show her she was loved.

And as she grew more feeble, her legs just sent her sprawling,

So daughter held her hand to keep her safe from falling.

And when she reached the end of life with no room left to grow

The daughter reluctantly realized...

She had to let her go.

My Grand Children!

My Grand-Children !!

By: Nonno Paolo

Hannah and Anthony are my youngest;

They bring such a joy into my heart I cannot compare with any chart!

Tender, Caring and merciful they are;

Quick in forgiving a speedily in giving.

Always ready to perform for me; Their jumps, rolls and somersaults.

Where did they get their Olympian Ability and Agility? Surely not from me!

They eagerly show off their skills and challenge me to do their wills!

Only little angels in them I see; They’re a chest full of treasures to me.

They are gracious and beautiful, And as colorful as the Rainbow!

Great Professionals with Integrity in them I see.

A proud Grandfather they make me!

Their Perception of me? ? I don’t know; But I love them so!!

Am I bragging? Why not? they’re my Grandchildren!

I see them as philosophers to be when they communicate with me.

Anthony is only 4 and already the toughest man in the world;

Always ready to fight me; He’s team number 1 I’m team number 2

And he’s in charge “yes sir” I reply and ready for the fight.

Hannah is only 10 and already on the lookout for me

When people talk to me and Hannah don’t agree; “No Nonno”

She tells me “With them don’t agree” Am I still Bragging? Yes!

But that is the reason why God Created me!

They got Nonno’s class and They got Nonno’s style

Drugs and Alcohol kept them away from me. It took years for me to realize

That in Them I was Missing The FIRST PRIZE !!

Now that I’ve tasted the sweetness of their Ucanny Love & Sincerity

Brave I will be and keep Drugs & Alcohol For Ever Away From Me.

A Great Grandfather to them I will be & make them very proud of me.

I thank God for their health and good brains

And I thank God for bringing them to me.

The love of my children will help me by & by

The Joy I Cannot Describe!!

Thank You God !

My Little Sis, Maria Vincenza

I was only 3 When you brought the Sunshine in our family

I was only 3 When my Little Sis. You came to be

   I Always kept my watchful eyes on you

   And didn’t let no one mess with you

When the man of your dreams came by, I had to say good bye

A good husband & brother in law he turned out to be

   Lil. Sis. The Pot full of gold at the end of the rainbow

   You turned out to be to the family and me

A finer sister than thee can never be

Ready to care for any of us when stupidity swept us by

   Patiently you stood by to assist any of us that fell by & by

   You have Grace, Stability & Tranquility

   You keep your family with Dignity

For your children & grandchildren

You gave it your all as they grew big and tall

   Always forgot your pains & tightened our bands

   How much you mean to the family & me?

   I have no words to express it within me

Strength you gave me when my body was failing me

Even in my crazy days you were there sustaining me

   Courage you gave me when hopelessness took the best of me

   God’s hand is on you I know to be true

Thank you for being so patient with the family & me

My Lil. Sis. You will always be

   God must be pleased with you

   Even When Many Times you’ve acted older than me

But My Lil. Sis. You Always Be



          LOVE YOU SIS.                 Praise God

Lady in Distress

It was a lovely day! But that Night? All hopes lost I.

So for a walk I went To find by & by The reason why.

     A Little Lady I saw walking by. As she got closer

     On her face I could see She was Having problems just like me

Melancholy, Grief & Despair in her I did see.

Her strength? I could not tell. But I Perceived

     She was struggling for Freedom & Liberty

How can I rescue this lady from chains of despair?

She needs a smile I said, So I gently waved

          She Smiled and Waved

“Hello Mary” I said; Slowly she turned & stared

“Hello Mary” I replied “Long time no see”

“I’m not Mary” she said “Can’t you see?”

          “Mary don’t you remember me Paolo?”

“But my name is Sue and I’ve never met you.”

“Oh! Pardon me Lady Sue I used to know a Mary as pretty as you”

     “Sue” I said “ Your age I bet I know.

     You must be 50 or so.”

“Paolo I thank you But I’m 72.”

“Lady Sue you don’t look over 52.”

     “For the compliment Paolo I thank you, where are you walking to?”

     “To my dog & two cats” was my reply.

“Oh! That’s wonderful” she said: “Wish I had a pet to go to”

“Be of good courage Lady Sue, Soon you’ll have a pet too

and the Lord will take care the both of you.”

          “Paolo thanks for the hope you’ve given me.”

“Fairwell lady Sue, thanks for allowing me to talk to you

     and don’t despair the Lord will take care.”

We hugged, said Goodbye And

Departed with the Wink of the Eye.

                                                                              Praise God

Quiero Que Sepas/ I Want You To Know

I want to tell you Mom
That you’re special to the Lord
And you are valued in His eyes
For no one loves you more

And Mom I want you to know
How blessed you really are
For I know that it was never easy
Those past years were quite hard

But even through the years gone by
I believe that God was there
Reaching out with loving arms
Though we were unaware

And He is still beside you
Longing to be a part
Of all the things that interest you
For you’re special in His heart

For even in the daily struggles
That seems to be part of life
The Lord longs to be involved
And fill the void inside

So Mom on this Mother’s day
I just want you to know
That you were always appreciated
And that Jesus loves you so

Quiero decirte Mama que tu eres especial en los ojos del Senor y que eres valorada en Sus ojos por nadie la adora mas

Y Mama quiere que sepa de tan bendecida que usted es realmente porque yo se que esos anos pasados fueron bastante duros

Pero aun por los anos que aun pasan yo creo que Dios ayi esta con sus brasos abriertos llenos de amor aunque fuimos ignorantes

Y El todavia esta al lado de ti para ser una parte de todas las cosas que te interesan Porque tu eres especial en Su corazon

Para aun en las luchas diarias que parecen formar parte de la vida el Senor quiere ser incluido para llenar el espacio vacio que esta adentro de nosotros

Asi que Mama en este dia de las Madres le quiero decir que yo solo quiere que usted sepa que usted siempre fue apreciada y que Jesus la adora.