Pick me up once again Darling when I fall; please do Again and again and again… ~Susan McMillan
A mother’s hands gently Holds little baby for the first time; Pure, precious, perfect and fragile!
Misty morning dew Perhaps a little rain drops Settling on my fancy sweater. Susan McMillan
Winter ain’t for Texas; You’ll know come Christmas morning When Jimmy goes fishing bare foot. Susan McMillan for the love of Texas Winters.
Afternoon rainstorm On a sunny summer day Trades my flip flops for rain boots! Susan McMillan
Bare hands held out Of a grieving mother shattered As little one fades away. Susan McMillan
Like orange marmalade It’s ablaze Without a thought of Autumn! Susan McMillan