for joe's dad

When my dad died a few weeks ago
Wow it hits you
He was a drummer
He had a great roll about people
I have his sticks
The ones which he loved
Lots of memories in those old sticks
But more than that he was my Dad
He was Fun
He loved people
And they loved him
And nobody will forget him

OUR HOUSE

our house is made of sand
the waves form years of stories
the winds change their minds
but the sand keeps moving
while the stories change
the fish chase their prey
and the mermaids dance at dawn
the seagulls fly high
living life to the fullest
while the sun rises
but the night is coming
and the winds will blow strong
and once again
the moon will rise
and i'll think about you

Someday

Someday when you just want to relax
And the beach is inviting
Wouldn't you want to walk
When the tide is rolling in
Wouldn't you want to think
Think about what if
That wave is real?
The one which rolls you over and over
And the surf is wild
But the water is cooling
The sand gets into your mind
And you aren't sure if you are alive
But the Seagulls fly
Into the clouds
The fishermen
Catch their fish
The snappers jump thru the surf
On the horizon the boats rule
The clams shrivel back into their holes
But the sands tell a story
As the storm rolls in!!!!

a light in the end.....

Well my Mom died last night ,
thinking of the good things
And you came across my mind
she was fun and honest.
need I say more
And the days go on
and the stories are great
to have a Mom like that is great
but we will never talk again
Took your advice and the last thing I remember
is holding her hand and giving her a kiss
and she smiled
as best as she could
We talked and she listened
and she moved on
and my son said
I'll miss her