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Totally Different

Ginger Sue

Richard Lee and Katie Rae,
are like night and day.
Richard Lee is loud like a thunder cloud,
Katie Rae is quiet, if only the other would try it.
Richard Lee is wound like he's on the playground,
Katie Rae relaxes by taking things as is.
Richard Lee wants to trick-or-treat,
Katie Rae says I have a story to complete.
It is clearly evident that one may bring discontent,
the other may bring a compliment.
Someday they'll both be legendary, by being extraordinary.

copyright (c) 1999 jeanette buckhout

Ginger Sue was so sweet and dear,
but I know she's always near.
Always so gentle, never judgemental.
Remembering her carefree way,
just like it was yesterday.
Playing on Grandpa's farm
or hanging out in the barn
or the lazy days
we just soaked in the rays.
Taken so young,
at the age of twenty-one.
As she said farewell,
she became our guardian angel

copyright  (c) 1999 Jeanette Buckhout

Suicide

Whether it's your mother, sister or good friend.
They feel it would be better to put their life to an end.
They feel they can no longer cope, and there's just no hope.
They try to hide by attempting suicide.
All you can do is be there for them.
And pray like hell they don't try it again.
If they should succeed,
All you can do is believe that they have gone to a better place.
And their death wasn't a total waste.
And one day we'll again see their smiling face.

copyright (c)1999 Jeanette Buckhout

I'll Never Forget

I'll never forget his prize tool set, or how his favorite stores were the wide open flea markets.

I'll never forget taking walks to check on livestock, crops, or just to talk, or ervery Friday at ten o'clock you didn't make a ruckus during his favorite show Dallas.

I'll never forget everyone was bright eyed when he took us on hay rides, or to entertain he'd take us down memory lane, there was a story for every catagory.

I'll never forget when the work was all done, we'd go camping and have fun in the sun, or go to an auction to get the spring chickens, time and time again.

I'll never forget my Grandpa Stanley.

copyright (c) 1999 Jeanette Buckhout

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