Happy Birthday Bill

Happy Birthday Bill,
It doesn't seem like it has been 34 years since you made your grand entrance into this world. Oh the stories, I can about you. lol How you loved to put Bucky up to asking for something that you already told him I promised I would get. Usually I was flat busted when you pulled those on me. How the neighbor kid I thought was so wild and I didn't want you playing with, knocked on the door and told me you were cussing and I stood my ground and defended you only to walk out the back to door to find you saying the exact terrible words he said you had said. You were only 3. That was a turning point in our lives. I learned never to say not my boys. Of course, even tho I didn't say not my little boy, I had to say I would talk to you when the lady called to tell you were talking nasty too the little girls coming home from school when you were in 8th grade. I finally got so feed up with her mouth (me with a splitting headache). I had to tell her I knew from experience these little girls were not so innocent either. I knew first hand from picking up the phone to make a call and the suggestions this young was making to you curled my straight hair. So many times you would be fighting with the biggest boys on the playground because they had said something mean about your brother. You defended your family at a young age and always have. We never needed defending. But we loved you for standing up for what you feel is right. Bucky couldn't have care less what kids said it was a joke to him, but not you. Now you have a son and two beautiful girls and they are very precious. You still keep your children as close as you can guarding and protecting them. One day you will have to give them their wings to fly. They will sail away because they have been taught well.

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Veteran's Day

Veteran's Day
Thank-you Dear Veterans Today is your Day. God Bless You!
Today is not just another day.It's a day to remember our freedom,comes to us by cost.Cost is the men and women who have losttheir lives, or arms and legs or their minds.For this we give thanks to our Veterans,so we remain in a free country for their sacrifices.
Doris Mitchell
Copyright ©2007 Doris Lea Mitchell

Young At Heart
When I'm alone, My mind tends to roam. I think of days gone by and wonder why My body is so old, when I'm still so young at heart. The mirror reminds me that, years have passed me by, but I still have my wings and choose to fly, When I'm alone.
Doris Lea Mitchell
Copyright ©2007 Doris Lea Mitchell

Secrets & Sisters

Secrets & Sisters
Who do I call when I need a friend? My Sister!When I have a secret; I know I shouldn't tell, it's my sister I tell. Everyone knows secrets are always kept with sisters.My sister calls me when she needs a friend or when she justwants to vent and scream at the world. She knows I care! We know we are sisters and our secrets are kept, it's a packwe made long ago. This Pack's been treasured and sealed withlove for the rest of our lives.For there is no Greater friend than my sister.
Doris Mitchell
Copyright ©2007 Doris Lea Mitchell

Tribute to Our Veterans

Tribute to Our Veterans

To my father and my brothers and all the others
Thinking of the pride I feel, when I think of our safety andthe price you've paid to make it real. As young men, fromthe first time a conflict appeared, it was always your firstinstinct to protect and defend this land we call home. Nowcomes the time for us to tell you our regrets of not lettingyou know that we realize to some degree how much you gavefor us. For no one can understand how another could feel.Seeing and being a target in the eye of another young manfilled with pride and fear in a far away land, unless theyhad been there. The leaders call it wars, conflicts, storms,just cause and awe, but three letters describe it all W-A-R. They sent you away right out of school and expect you tobehave with perfection in conditions so rejecting. You dowhat you must just to exist and pray each day that you don'tmake a hit and they just miss. Hold your head high andalways feel pride in making it through the ultimate test ofbeing one of the best, a United States Veteran.

Doris Mitchell
Copyright ©2007 Doris Lea Mitchell
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