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 "Saa-sa?" - 12th November, 2010 The answer to my phonecall Heard last in July I was dreading today since then Knowing that I wont be able To call you up and hear you say, "Saa-sa" And I get to sing 'Happy Birthday to you' And listen to you laugh In wonderment that I remembered And you had forgotten That today was your day We miss you in the everydayness of life But with time and especially today We celebrate you, And thank God For the years we had The tears still fall Always will But we know that Wherever time may take us We will always love you. Happy Birthday Chanjo!

Blessings on the hand of women!  Angels guard its strength and grace. In the palace, cottage, hovel,  Oh, no matter where the place; Would that never storms assailed it,  Rainbows ever gently curled,  For the hand that rocks the cradle  Is the hand that rules the world.  Infancy's the tender fountain,  Power may with beauty flow,  Mothers first to guide the streamlets,  From them souls unresting grow —  Grow on for the good or evil,  Sunshine streamed or evil hurled,  For the hand that rocks the cradle  Is the hand that rules the world.  Woman, how divine your mission,  Here upon our natal sod;  Keep – oh, keep the young heart open  Always to the breath of God!  All true trophies of the ages  Are from mother-love impearled,  For the hand that rocks the cradle  Is the hand that rules the world.  Blessings on the hand of women!  Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,  And the sacred song is mingled  With the worship in the sky —  Mingles where no tempest darkens,  Rainbows evermore are hu

For a brief moment in time, Daddy was home We rallied around him, fussing, worrying Each one of us happy to have him so close Making plans for the days ahead Of how full each day will be Of grandchildren surrounding him Of children who had daddy home We had hopes that he would be up and about again Sit us down for his famously long speeches Forgetting that we were all days after thirty That was not to be Daddy came home to say goodbye

  " It is hard that we should part  just when we have become used  to each other's thoughts and ways,  and each needful to the other.  When thou art with me, life is full,  and when thou art away, my life is a desert.     It cannot be that we will not sit on our bed making plans,  plans in which I had a share.      Didst thou not say that I could help you  and will it be somebody else taking my place?     I do not intend to make this parting harder than it is;  the strain is too great, I cannot bear it;  my tears will flow if I try to endure it.     Only this have I the strength to say,  that this parting cannot be long;  for those who love as we do cannot be parted.      We shall always be united in thought;  and thought is a powerful magnet.     I have often spoken to thee of reason;  now I speak to thee of faith." Héloise to Abelard

I gotta admit Sometimes I feel weak For loving you the way I do It’s beyond me I cant control it Or force it to be You know, What I want it to be I think about you so much When I’m with you And when I’m not It’s deep the way Looking into your eyes Changes my whole perspective Nothing is more beautiful Than loving you Holding you Been next to you Kissing your lips Taking my time with you! Nothing is more beautiful Than loving you Holding you Been next to you Moving my hips Moving in time with you! A moment of interlude in the album, "Beautifully Human" by Jill Scott

Even when am angry, Frustrated, Lonely Afraid, Or cry myself to sleep When jealousy sets up shop And doubt Brings a lounging chair And you laugh at me Say am unreal One thing keeps me still Grounded Your love for me That shines through And warms my fragile heart And you teach me To trust me And love me Unconditionally.