Marhas My wish and hope was to allow you to see, feel, live, and enjoy life as I didn't to have good friends, and to learn from your own mistakes, to embrace life by its horns and to shake it with all your might and never to stop for anything that might harm you in any way but to surrender to love if it touched you with true intentions and to never say never if there was a clear view of a safe tomorrow, I only live you a broken heart, of the crazy woman you call me, perhaps in all the wrong I am, there was ever a little good thing, for I brought to this world good kids that will successed in anything, or every thing they do, at any point in their life, no mather how little or how much they have, "I do love you for what ever that is worht" I can't have the answers for everything, but I do stress the fact I had try my best to guide you,love you, help you, forgive me for the wrong turns I took.

Are you really my friend...? Well if you are reading this and you feel that you are my friend please sign this journal... copy this journal and post it on your page as a journal and if you have signed here I will come to your page and sign your journal... I hope you are really my friend

mary Canada

I had seen my soul in plenitud abundance, unconquered by time, dormant by silence all in a second though your eyes. Like magic they discribe every corner of the woman who sees herself in them. They tell a story that is hidden from the world that surrounds her, incrusted in her soul it remains. Your eyes had glanced a side of her no one seen , a place she wishes to share throughout your eyes is share the secrets of her soul, now known to them with a single glare.

The years had descended over her body gracefully,

her white face had darken by time,

but her eyes still so bright.

Nostalgic you feel when encounter in their presence.

The magnificent pair keeps you at bay!

hold by the power they keep on you.

Looking down her frame, you see fine and simple curves

that been molded by time.

The strenght on her body has left her, even the  lines

on her face show thru.

However, one thing is obvious, her eyes are as strong as the child once was born.

                                  MEMO

Memories of you I am keeping

memories of times we shared,

moments no one could take away from us.

Instances that will linger throughout time

like a portrait on a wall.

Ever wonder were this memories go!

Where they hide till you call back on them!

Ever wonder why, one can't forget 

the most fragile of them!

Mounted on a pedestal they seam

ready to be evoked

by the triggering of our memories,

when in need to be possessed

by the charm they hold.

Over and over again I had wonder

of the marvelous instances

we had also shared with our memories,

and the light they keep on

at the bottom of our minds,

Never forgeting the very first moment

we became friends.