LITTLE BOY LOST
So young when daddy expected you to be a man,
The world wanted you so away was taken a boys childhood.
Sent down from heaven, a special gift to share with the world,
Your name would be Michael, a story for you to tell.
Little boy, little boy, a smile so bright on your face,
Happiness and peace desired for this human race.
With magical energy, you danced around the world,
Songs from the heart, Michael! you’ve gone away.
As you grew up you learned to be a child,
Bringing joy to those children who had not a smile.
Little boy lost, now you’ve been found,
Dancing and singing beyond the stars far away.
A smile and some laughter remembered on a face,
Michael, dear Michael you are home, in heaven, you rest.
I grew up in a little town called Santa Clara New Mexico, USA 🇺🇸 during a time when everyone treated each other like family. Our neighborhood parents disciplined us like we were their own. We didn’t eat fast food. We drank Kool-aid, ate bologna sandwiches, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and had Sunday at Grandma’s house OR had Sunday Dinner At Home With Roast Beef And Mashed Potatoes 🥔 That Slow Cooked On The Stove And Was Ready When We Got Home After Church And We Were Greeted By That Wonderful Smell Of Freshly Done Roast As Dad Opened The Door!!! Mmmm Yummy 😋 For A Hungry 😋 Tummy!!! We went outside to play games like red rover, SPUD, baseball in a field with the neighborhood kids, hide and seek, swam in the creek, rode bicycles, hunted for frogs, caught fireflies, played football and basketball for hours at the neighbor’s…
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It’s been a good year for roses here in south, central Canada. Each rose bush was chosen for its hardiness and it has a strong, fragrant scent. No wonder flowers are often chosen as a subject in art. The drawings at the bottom are done with poster paint on a sketch pad. The last drawing on the right was merely clearing the pallet with a pallet knife. Although lacking in detail, put a frame around it and you might be surprised how good it looks