Impressionz
 Dedication
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For Steve
What can the mind have to say when all is said and done? It is written in the faces of the ones I love. For it comes to me when first I wake in the morning, through all the day, till I fall to sleep deep onto the night. They are the memories of my family and the love I hold dear. Through all my days I will remember that the spark of what I create is in the heart of my love. It was not mine but it was given to me as a gift of the love that binds our souls. To the life I hold so dear and the memories of our lives together. To my dear sweet husband that gives me the inspiration for all that I am. All that I can be, this is my gift to you, my husband. For all I will be! This belongs to you.
Thank You… for my impressionz. All my love Elaine
My Mama
I remember mama soft and sweetly she sang.
In my waking hours,
My little child's mind dreams of the songs she sang.
Longing for the snug safety of my covers.
Mama was there bright and early in the morning.
She would lift my day to joy as she danced about with her smile.
Would the dreams be but all for me?
As the smile would by my day,
I was mama's little girl.
I remember mama worked hard, I helped all I could.
But my dreams faded as I grew and life was hard.
The smile had left my side,
I was not a little girl any more.
Still I would always be mama's little girl.
I think of mama often now.
I learned to sing and share it still.
With all my little girls I would give the joy.
Always sing and try for more.
For the dreams have returned in the life I lead.
Joy every morning as the first light of day.
I would be mama in my little girl's eyes.
I think I'd see mama.
Her loving song waits to be remembered.
All that's said and done is long past.
What leads us to this day is the remembering.
Of the light in our children as they lift up there eyes.
To see mama's smile and the song she has to give.
I would tell her still.
I'd sing her a song and tell her I care.
I would always hear mama.
Sing me a song mama…
I am still your little girl.
Always.
I love you
Papa's Hands
My tiny hand held tightly to the grasp of my fathers large fingers.
How strong the world felt in his hands.
Safe from all harm.
His strength would be my guide.
I would feel the warmth and tenderness,
In each loving gesture,
As he held my hand in his.
Have no fear papa will take care of you.
He swung his arms wide around me.
Up I went into the air,
To be but gently placed on my father's shoulders.
The entire world was set out before me.
He waved his hands into the crowd.
Look and see the world is there for you.
Tall I felt towering over the crowd.
How simple everything looked on my father's shoulders.
Strong I was, fear nothing papa is here.
But still the world was a great deal larger than I could see.
The more I learned the stronger I felt.
The taller I became the more I understood.
But in the entire world,
I could not see better than I would on my father's shoulders.
Or could I see what my papa saw through his eyes.
Tell me papa?
I held my son tight,
Loving him all the while.
We took him to the shore.
My tiny young man held out his fingers over the ocean.
Look Dad, at all I can see.
How strong he looked on his Dad's shoulders.
But oh how precious the moment.
I could not see what he saw across the sea.
Some how I understood his vision.
As the sun left the sky along the blank canvas,
The last blade of light left the clearest thought.
I had to remember papa.
Can you hear me papa?
My youth has left me older but wiser.
I see my life was the view and I was the story.
Grateful am I who has lived my tale.
I still look longing for the answers,
But the longing remains.
Papa, look at what I can do,
Papa, I am old and gray.
Papa I can see you need me.
Papa I have a story.
You see my eyes have a lot of heart.
My hands have a lot of love.
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