Thursday, July 10, 2008

We love you Dad

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

3 comments:

A Wheeler said...

The Little Ship

I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light, and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".

But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and, at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"

A Wheeler said...

Love that picture! one of the many meaningthing moments that happened this past week.
Love, grandma

A Wheeler said...

I meant to say "meaningful things".
I will apologize by saying I just finished a glass of that nice red wine that you left behind.
Grandma