My home is filled with soft, cuddly Teddy Bears,
Each one has a face of its own.
Every nose is
The mornings that bring gladness to my heart,
Are the quiet, misty ones.
When the earth is covered
Why do some people play silly mind games?
Is it to draw others attention to them.
Or does it give
Hope is my anchor and rock,
Without hope life would be so dark and grim,
Visions of the
Looking out my window,
Looking into tomorrow,
That I may soon be