The Color of Reason

Color like no other...part of survival...they wither and dry..but in death there is survival, ironic as it may seem...like a better plan than a dream...with lack of light and scarcity of water, a tree knows how to get ready for the dark cold winter...glucose trapped...screaming to get out...waste finding its way into every last vein...purples, orange, brown, yellow...so much color it'll blind a fellow...and cover thy ground which isn't the end...protect the grass...and warmth do send...for everything in nature has a reason....the trees, the birds, the leaves...the season.

Parts of Me

I think about where I would be if he din't come into my life. If he din't make me who I am. He shapes me. Molds me. Scolds me and Holds me. What sort of animal would I be if I din't love him? He is like my Jesus. He brings me laughter when I'm sad. Can make me happy, when I'm mad. He'll never know just how much he is in my life. My heart. My breath. He's held my hand through dark places. Carried me when I couldn't walk. Bathed me when I was dirty. Shaped my talent like a sculptor. He is my blue skies. My sunshine. My reason for waking. He is more than he will ever know. If only I could tell him before I one day leave this Earth.

Amber Leigh

Able to accomplish anything you do...an entourage of friends and support...you glide through life like you own it, and you do...beautiful in every way, shape and form...you are like this perfect creation, dreamier than any daisy in a field of flora...more colorful than the rainbow itself...and a skittle you can plant...because you are life! You are love! You are ....my daughter.

Kayla Marie

A diamond in the rough...heart of the golden sun...and a taker of rain drops...you are precious...an invention of your own time to be adored by many if you should give them the chance...blue eyes of beauty and compassion...a warrior in her own rites...you are more perfect than any pearl hidden forever away...and you are ....my daughter.