Well, took the first poem that I wrote on here and have updated it ...

Though our eyes speak of heart break <o:p></o:p>

we smile tears of hope <o:p></o:p>

as Grace passes by <o:p></o:p>

wonder whos debt she's paying <o:p></o:p>

surely not her own <o:p></o:p>

on this stage we are spectators <o:p></o:p>

can play no part <o:p></o:p>

however much we care <o:p></o:p>

however much we cry <o:p></o:p>

for Grace has the lead role <o:p></o:p>

so if the pathway is dark <o:p></o:p>

we light her way with usual things <o:p></o:p>

laughter.......talk of times past

let Grace be <o:p></o:p>

just for a while <o:p></o:p>

still giving hugs in the morning <o:p></o:p>

neck massages at noon <o:p></o:p>

loving kisses at hometime <o:p></o:p>

it's us ...who are graced <o:p></o:p>

by her touch

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It seems such an age

since I spoke of you

of the things you achieve

the way you make do,

with whatever this life

seems to throw in your way,

you're never unhappy

your love blows me away.

And you're name? Well

it's you, just to a tee

You're bright and so loving

and your smiles are for free.

Disabled with cancer?

Oh I don't think so m'dear.

I know plenty who live

tainted by fear.

I'm grateful each day

when each of us meet

for my days would be dull

without you there to greet. 

You know Grace my friend?

Well..she's the one with the eyes

that sparkle with love

that's hard to disguise.

If by chance you are lucky

as I was for sure.

You'll know your own Grace,

know it's for real.

And also you'll know

just how I feel.

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Still alive and kicking Christmas 2008