It is time we found a private space in our lives totally different and away from the normal routine. Spring Has Sprung Now spring has sprung, So many birds sitting on a rung. Happy children playing for all to hear, Silly fish jumping in waters by the peer. Flowers of hundreds of colors and hues, Lush trees to shade our views. Babies of all species are born, Loving mothers become worn.
Friends give of each other, Their love and compassion neither to bother.
So, as what goes around, comes around, Always by that, let us be found. So many of my friends have lost close friends and relatives to death. I feel for them, as all of us do. When we get over this, we can remember the good that person has done by making a scrpabook of their lives that can be added to and passed aroung the family and friends. Every month, the scrapbook can be mailed to another family home.