Remember Great Gramma’s humming bird – And the honeysuckle vine. And how we’d love to sit and watch, In the good ole summertime. Those days are gone but not forgot – We’ll remember through the years. And those lovely, joyous memories, Will wipe away our tears. Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill Copyright Roy Richard
Gail 1941 I have been blessed with another poet in my life; allow me to introduce you to Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill, my mother in-law. She was a great woman with a kind and loving heart. Always willing to help out and take care of business. She was born in Lanton, Missouri in… Read More Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
She lies in state, the one we love, Arrayed like Queens of old. The dear, familiar form of grace, Lies draped in purple and old lace, And dim old gold. The wary hands are idle now, Their work of love is o’er, The smile of cheer made heaven here, Is ours… Read More A Memorial by Katherine Carey-Place
“Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.” – George Eliot I have poems written by my Great -great Aunt Katherine that need to be shared. I want to keep her memory alive and even though I never knew her I heard enough about her to know that she was a… Read More Katherine Carey – Place
You are one of my greatest creations My longing is to declare that But that wouldn’t be correct It just isn’t true For everything you have come to be is a consequence of you You are the Master Craftsman and Inventor of your life You have chosen from the ingredients presented Using no blueprint… Read More You Are One Of My Greatest Creations by Roy Richard
Ramblings of an Old Coot 