Friends and Family
Ann For Education
THIS AREA IS ESPECIALLY FOR MY FAMILY
DEDICATED TO MY FAMILY
Photos are of my family...children, grandchildren, neices, nephews, in-laws, sisters, brothers, mom, dad, grandparents and husband.
FAMILY.........GOTTA LOVE THEM!
All of the flower photos here were taken by dad!
Isiah and Mckenna
Nothing Is More
The morning mist surrounds my space
and knowing the sun, is in it's place
I can refresh and renew,
walking amid the morning dew.
Amid God's creation and His desire,
that I be completely whole;
finding shelter where it grows.
Renew myself where God has planned
where God has built and not of man.
Renewing my spirit in nature's breast
For nothing is more
than what God has blessed.
Ann Marie Forest
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Especially for my brother Carl,
who has always loved my art work!
Eraser
Remember me?
Our life, our love, our memories?
You know my touch!
You know my heart!
We've been together from the start.
Yesterday you knew my name,
but suddenly our life has changed.
Memories have been erased.
The love, the trials, that we have faced.
Forgotten, without blame;
you simply don't remember my name!
I'll see you tomorrow.
I have to go.
And as the tears begin to flow,
I ask again, remember me?
a distant look is all I see.
To look in your eyes,
is so hard to do,
for Alzheimer, has taken you.
Ann Forest
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And for you Grandma,
because you also have an appreciation
for originality!
Simple Song
Simple song of summertime,
is singing through my mind,
making a beautiful music;
sunshine days of rhythym and rhyme.
Sounds of insects singing songs,
swaying flowers dance along;
stretching branches of the trees,
waving gently in the breeze.
Simple song of rhythym and rhyme;
I can tell it's summertime!
ann forest
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HAPPY 20th JESSY! NOV. 25th
LOVE MOM and DAD
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My Haiku's: Japanese; meaningful verses consisting of 5/7/5 syllable lines.
A picture painted.
Textured with each heartfelt stroke;
A thousand words spoke
Daily I hear you
Listen to each spoken word
My teacher, my friend
Spring is in my heart,
A season of birth and bud.
I am born again.
Without knowing him,
Souls connected from within;
You just some how know
Take me here inside,
Shut the door and hold me tight.
Such a lonely night.
Passer's by walk slow,
They follow in other's flow;
Living like robots.
Created by God,
We are his image, you know!
Let go and let God!
Far and few between
is love at it's very best,
so don't be a fool.
Found when I was lost,
Found I wasn't lost at all.
God is always there.
Between the lines lie...
Many words we seldom see,
Fixed on reading lines.....
Written in your brain
The definition of life.
Open eyes will see.
Dust to dust we are,
As a rose who brought a smile;
Born to bloom and die.
My Savior, my God.
Always was and forever;
My Lord and my friend.
Family
Home is made of family, it's where I'll always be,
cuz' there isn't a thing better, in this whole world to me.
My husband, he works hard, his hands are cracked and ruff,
yet he has a tender heart and comforts me when things get tuff.
our oldest is now twenty, our youngest is just seven,
though between them there are many,
it's all I've seen of heaven.
The Angels, they watch over us, our family, our home;
God knows that I'm not lonely, I'm barely ever alone!
No handbook was given to me the day that each arrived,
so through trial and error we somehow have survived.
Invisible glue made of love, that's what it's all about,
home and family are life to me,
and that is without a doubt!
Wealth is held in many ways, we barely make ends meet.
Yet I am wealthy beyond compare,
for my children are healthy and sweet.
Home is where the heart is, in snow or desert heat,
my heart is where my family is,
for love of family can't be beat!
We've never owned a house,
and we've felt the stormy weather,
but the love that bonds us now has kept us close together.
Home is where the heart is,
wherever that my be;
my heart is where my family is,
for they're the very best part of me.
Ann Forest 1997
It Brings A Tear
Once again it's the Christmas time of year.
People are decorating in their holiday decor,
rushing to reach all those sales,
at every store.
I'd like to buy all the things
my loved ones may have suggested to me;
all the things Santa promised my child,
the day he sat upon his knee.
Times are hard, we all know well;
but the kids don't understand.
They say,"Santa Claus can tell if I've been
good or bad."
And God, it makes me so sad, because they don't know that Santa isn't.
Now after the rush and this year's shopping spree,
I've come home with nothing, to put under our Christmas tree.
Please dear kids, don't be sad.
It's not because you've been bad.
Just because your friends got all Santa said they would,
doesn't mean you've not been good.
Christmas really isn't to remember Santa you know, it's not.
Even though it's what you've been taught.
Jesus was born this day to wash our sins away.
We cloud our minds with the beauty, the buying and the sounds we hear;
but for me, it brings a tear, for what it's really cost.
I'm afraid the true meaning of Christmas
has somewhere gotten lost.
Ann Forest 1982
There's a little story behind "It Brings A Tear". In 1982, I had 3 children and was pregnant with a 4th child. I was alone, trying to work and go to college. It became too much for me so I decided to quit my job so that I could remain in school. When I quit my job I went to social services for help. I found out that if you quit a job for whatever reason that you couldn't get help for 2 months. Of course this was before Christmas........end of October. There were no programs back then to help you during the holidays for food or gifts. I wrote term papers for people at school for 3$ each just to keep us in bread and jelly. We had a tree because my 2nd oldest son drug it home from school on the last day before the holidays. We had no stand for the tree, no lights and no decorations........no gifts to put under the tree and no stockings on the wall to fill with anything........there was nothing to fill them with. I tied the tree with a rope to stand it up and nailed the rope to the wall. It was a very sad time for me. Through all the saddness though I ultimately discovered the true meaning of Christmas and when I realized what was truly important about Christmas, the Christmas of 1982 became in my memory the very best Christmas ever. We had our health, we had each other and the true reason for the celebration became crystal clear to all of us. On the following business day after Christmas I received a big package in the mail from my Mom who lived 2,000 miles away. It was filled with gifts, stockings for the wall, candy and many other goodies. I felt doubly blessed, and I was.
To be blessed with children, to be part of their lives, to have a hand in what shapes them, is truly a blessing from God.
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IN LOVING MEMORY OF
IN MEMORY OF MY GRANDFATHER, ROY BETKER, 87 THOUGH YOU HAVED PASSED, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE
MY GRANDFATHER ARVID OLSON, 90 A MOST WONDERFUL AND TREASURED MEMORY.
MY PRECIOUS COUSIN KEVIN, 17 OUR LOVE AND MEMORIES ARE WITH YOU ALWAYS.
MY DEAR BROTHER, KENNY, 18 IN LOVING MEMORY ALSO
BROTHER-IN-LAW, ALLEN, 31 OF OUR FAMILY PETS. WE LOVED THEM ALL.
BABY LOGAN, ALICE'S SON, 4 mos. M.G. DUDE
GRANDMA, MEDA COLE, 89 ZINGARO MOOSE
MY GRANDFATHER, GUY COLE, 60 LADY SINBAD goldfish
AUNT LOIS AND UNCLE MARION, 58 & 67 WHISKERS cat WHITEFISH goldfish
KUJO
BABY , goldfish
