No More

Father’s Day is not the same anymore, Once, before I remember Father’s Day is a holiday, You celebrate it with daddy’s. See not me Mines passed away- gone. I am looked at As my daughters Father. I see father’s See me, I’m a mother, And there father too, Happy Father’s Day to me. Cinda Blanchard

Windoe

Glancing through the window Sitting, Seeing the beauty through my eyes My hearty filters with love, It so fills my body. Warmth, Love, Peace, Blessings, I love you, Give I love to help people. God, first showed me how to love. So, now I give love back. Thank you for loving me first. Cinda Blanchard