Happy Thanksgiving. My grandfather house.
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to a old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
The strong and the blessed..
The strong and the blessed.. Today I am a old man. I lived in many places and I have lived many lives. I was a businessman, I was a soldier and I was… Continue reading
My father’s burdens…
My father’s burdens. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. My father’s burdens (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed… Continue reading
Bounded love, till my last breathe.
Bounded love. Till my last breathe. The moment I held you. Sweet child of mercy. You brought hope to my sad heart. Your laughter, your smile. Now each day. I look forward to… Continue reading
Hands of stone..
Hands of stone.. Life is hard. Gentleness is rare. We must work and work to keep up. My hands are tire and body holding pain, but life is fair my friends. Love make… Continue reading
Jealous of the angels. And a beautiful Jenn Bostic song.
Bless, be the one, who is surrounded by love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For my father Jack. Bless, be the one, who is surrounded by love. —————————————————————– The greatest man I ever knew,… Continue reading
Lessons engraved into the mind and the heart.
Lessons engraved into the mind and the heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is learning to be wiser and kinder. Lessons engraved into the mind and the heart.. The hollow hour leave… Continue reading
The existence of love..
The existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry.A safe warm house,a big yard to play in. Kind smiles and gentle words.Missed in my old age.Dear Grandmother told me before I left for… Continue reading
I could not ask for more..
I could not ask for more.. I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless. I learn many moons ago, I had enough and I told the rising… Continue reading