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Watching From Heaven

He’d just turned forty, a happy single daddy
He had sunshine days and his life on track
His two girls and him, he love’s his lit’l family
He would never even think of ever looking back
Cuz’ his two girls were growing  - way to fast

His days were busy, when springtime came calling
He farmed right on through the cold bitter rains
And when the planting season  finally ended
He’d caught a cough he just couldn’t shake by then
And that’s when he called me up

My heart beat fast as I packed my bags 
and  rushed to him
It hit me hard how his face was pale
 and his body thin
He smiled his smile at me and said -  come on in
He said  - brother you’ve got to help me
Cuz’soon my girls will be missing me

I need you to hug and kiss them both for me
Tell’em their daddy loves’em when they scrape their knees
Wipe their tears and tuck them in
Read them stories where the Prince always wins
And when they bring home their first dates
You make a mean face and you tell him straight
To have them home not a minute too late
You just tell him- I’m always watching 
From Heaven

I laid my head there upon his chest
My tears fell hard as he struggled for breath
My shoulders shook and he squeezed my hand
He said, I love you brother and you’re a good man
And I know you’ll be the greatest daddy to them
You just tell them – I ‘m always watching
From Heaven

I raised my head then,  smiled and said
I’ll hug them daily and tuck them in
I’ll tell them stories where the Prince always wins
They’ll know their daddy was strong and brave
And I’ll have fun scaring all their dates
I’ll teach them right and what is wrong
I’ll dry their tears when they hear your song
And when its hard and their missing you
I’ll just tell them- You’ll always be watching
From Heaven

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Angels Don'T Sing the Blues

Sent down from Heaven, their jobs are sure tough
But they don’t fly away when the going gets rough
They rise to the challenge to bring back wonder and hope
Failure does not happen in their line of work
Cuz’ Angels, no Angels,  they don’t sing the blues

Angels sing strong from the high mountain tops
Sometimes it’s a rock song to wake spirits up
Sometimes it’s a ballad when babies must sleep
Or a love song in country that just makes you weep
But Angels, no Angels, don’t sing the blues

They work behind the scenes to enlighten world faith
Always there when you need’em, our Heavenly base
They make house calls to heal another broken heart
Gatekeepers to the soul, they lighten the dark
The sky is the limit as only Angels can know

When times are a troubling,  their first on the scene
Not afraid to help out or even dirty their wings
The tune that they dance to, comes from Heaven above
Giving rhythm and gospel to everyone they love
Cuz’ Angels, no Angels,  they don’t sing the blues

And you know Angels can’t read music,
but they sure wing it well
As they learn from the Almighty,
Who swings with, the heartbeat of humanity,
From Heavens high hill

Angels sing strong from the high mountain tops
Sometimes it’s a rock song to wake spirits up
Sometimes it’s a ballad when babies must sleep
Or a love song in country that just makes you weep
But Angels, no Angels, don’t sing the blues

They just don’t sing the blues
No, Angels don’t sing the blues
Angels don’t sing the blues

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A Taste of Home

Verse 1
I dialed that familiar number,
Cuz’ my heart was breaking in two
And aching for the comfort, 
that in her voice I knew I’d find
And the invitation for a taste of home
To a kitchen table where hearts are healed
And problems were solved every time 

Chorus
She’d say come on home,
You need a taste of home
And there’s no better cure,
Then my heart filled apple pie
And Grams in the kitchen
For your favorite dish 
And, it’s the best remedy,
you’ll ever find

Verse 2
I jumped in my car, started to drive
Thinking about how love can come and go
Then the magical memories, 
of the love, of a family 
Brought sweet visions in my mind
I laughed out  loud, about the last big cake fight
An on going war with a cousin of mine

Verse 3
I pulled into the driveway
Sat in wonder and just stared
The whole darn family, they were all standing there
An impromptu BBQ, to heal my heart
Was on the menu for tonight
I‘m so happy I came home, 
to heal this broken heart of mine

Chorus
She’d always say come on home,
You need a taste of home
And there’s no better cure,
Then my heart filled apple pie
And Grams in the kitchen
For your favorite dish 
And, it’s the best remedy,
you’ll ever find

Bridge
And later in the evening,
As Uncle Jack manned the BBQ
He put his arm around me saying,
I was once there in your shoes
Isn’t it funny how the love of a family
Can almost heal a broken heart
But the final ingredient to make it whole again
Is the apple pie and love,
from your Mama’s heart

Chorus
She’d always say come on home,
You need a taste of home
And there’s no better cure,
Then my heart filled apple pie
And Grams in the kitchen
For your favorite dish 
And, it’s the best remedy,
you’ll ever find

Just come on home

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Sandbox Love

She was my sandbox love,
When we were just kids
The one I dared to eat dirt
My hero, when she did
My enemy, when she said
Your turn now and I double dog dare
You eat some dirt 
And that dead worm over there

She wore pink tennis shoes,
And her hair in pigtails
We were dreamers with wings
living life on a dare
My sandbox love and I
Testing our limits, 
Running wild and free

Little girls  play dress up,
Boys just destroy things
She’d say,  I am  Princess,
 You are a Prince
I  had a smile on my face
Thinking of  my sweet revenge
The next day I’ll be a firey dragon,
 she’ll be a witch, that I’ll eat end

There in the sandbox, we gave our spit pledges 
Promising each other, our love would last forever
Her family moved away and I’d not seen her since
But I honor my pledge each day I reminisce
My sandbox love,   you -  I’ll never forget

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Terrible Threes'

Will he ever stop his whining,
Will he wear his battery out
An ongoing headache circle
Nice would be his voice going out
He has the will of a 1000 bulldogs
Grouchy from short of  sleep
Forever finding something new
To start to pester me
It seems his mission is successful
Changing but the same
The battlegrounds are busy,
Here’s hoping life gets easier-
When he is no longer three

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Roulette

Red, black,round and round
Odd, even, come up from down
Unusually crowded around number 9
Luck should have it,she's a favorite of mine
Ever changing the spectrums outter limit
Till zero enfolds the facet jewel within it
Theocentricly believing the fall will come
Exculpating the loss when the evening is done

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Jack 49

Everyone will turn older
And your up to bat
Bases are all loaded
As the crowd roars Jack
3 balls, 2 strikes 
and 49 on his back
Final game, final inning
And still down by two
The coach gives the signal,
You know what to do
Oh great, should he walk,
with a run guaranteed
He turns to the bench,
And what does he see
A trio of 30, 40, and a 60 
Then he mumbles out loud,
no help from those three
The 30’s a rookie, 
still wet behind the ears
The 40 hasn’t changed,
since his teenager years
The 60 has claimed,
she’s  Queen of the hill-
Permanently perched at 45
throughout her golden years
So, it’s all up to him,
He must save the day-
The heck with 50 he says,
it’ll be a grand slam today !

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Tea Time At Deaths House

When Death invites you for tea,
you can’t be rude and just say no

You’d like to refuse her hospitality,
find any reason not to go

She sent a special invitation,
a very intimate tete è tete

She’s a warm and generous hostess,
with a  buffet of great delights 

It is a honor to be invited, 
party crashers can make her mad

She likes to send invitations,
believing  pre-notice is only nice

You think of all the excuses,
that would keep you busy on this day

But deep down you know you’ll be attending,
this one commitment you can not break 

You sigh as you RSVP her,
you’ll be attending tea time at her house

You then  prepare in anticipation,
counting the days till time arrives

Your now looking forward  to this meeting,
and only  in style you decide to go

Your Sunday dress will be just perfect,
in no less would you meet a  Queen,

For this gracious invitation,
will be a once in a lifetime special thing

You ring the bell with a nervous finger,
calming quickly  as she opens up the door
  
Death radiates warmth and friendship,
as she takes your hand to invite you in

You thank her for the invitation,
saying you were hesitant to come

She smiles and says that’s normal,
her invitations are usually a surprised one

She’s happy that you chose to come,
to her that means the world

Because that means with dignity,grace and courage,
The choice was yours to walk through her opened door

So, when Death invites you for tea time,
put on your Sundays best

You’ll be welcomed  like lost family,
who have finally made it  home

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The Chef

Boyish giggles on an angelic face
Leaping boundries through time and space
Ask me forever and I'll give you a day
Zealots confined to never change
Effulgently ablaze through racing time

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Pistol Princess

Only 4 years old and if looks could kill
Definetly different with a will of steel
Butting heads and not getting along
Sworn enemies in a little girls world
Better than Barbies
Claws out like cats
Battleground and  Playgrounds
Strong willed and hardheaded
Little Princess is a pistol,
And she’s about to go off
Little Princess is a pistol 
And she’s about to go off
Screeching like a banshee
Firecracker blowing her top
My way or the highway 
Little Princess is a pistol,
And she’s about to go off