November 11th When the troops leave for this six-month tour of duty, They will be taking with them the one I still call my cutie. To help keep peace in a land so far away, Some clear the land of mines so that the children can play. I know most Canadians take for granted the…
I wrote this poem on my trip home in April 2006 for my father’s funeral. It was a difficult trip and that is when I usually try to write my feelings down. The rumbling of the wheels reminds me of why, I’m on this train and trying not to cry. I got a phone call…
I would like to tell you about my brother-in-law Fred Nash. He was born in Newfoundland a few years ago and most of his family relocated to Shelburne, Nova Scotia. Fred is a wonderful guy and has been a member of my family for almost 30 years now. Fred and his wife Marion will celebrate…
Of all the gifts this Christmas The one I’ll love the best Won’t be beneath the Christmas tree In wrappings like the rest. Or in a Christmas stocking Or brought in Santa’s sleigh Or delivered by the mailman From someone far away. The warmth of your sweet loving The caring that you’ve shown The joy…
