MOTHERS ARE SPECIAL - by Anonymous

MOTHERS  ARE  SPECIAL    by Anonymous There is no love like a mother's love, no stronger bond on earth Like the precious bond that comes from God, to a mother when she gives birth. A mother's love is forever strong, never changing for all time And when her children need her most, a mother's love will shine. God bless these special mothers, God bless them every one For all the tears and heartache, and for the special work they've done. When her days on earth are over, a mother's love lives on Through many generations, with God's blessings on each one. Be thankful for our mothers, for they love with a higher love From the power God has given, and the strength from up above.

FEELINGS - by Vivien Wade

FEELINGS  by Vivien Wade Feelings can be fragile, So handle with due care, Friendships have been broken, Some beyond repair. You may feel the pain, Of an unkind careless word, Or through a piece of gossip, That has been overheard. A hurt can lie buried, Within your heart so deep, If left there to reside, Can cause you lack of sleep. What to do with the hurt, If it should come to you? The best advice I can give, Is what I’ve learned to do. Write any hurts in sand, Where they will wash away Carve your blessings in stone, There forever they will stay

I MISS YOU - by Anonymous

I  MISS  YOU by Anonymous I count the hours, I count the days. How much I miss you, I count the ways. I miss your voice, I miss your touch. I miss the face that I love so much. How to describe it, there is no way. I walk around in a permanent daze. I long to feel your warm embrace. And to see a smile upon your face. I will not sleep, won't close one eye. Until you're home, safe and alive.

ALONE I WAIT - by J. L . Gaydos

ALONE  I  WAIT by J. L . Gaydos Looking at the stars in the twilight sky Thinking of you as the days pass by Leaving our love in the hands of fate Sitting here, alone I wait From twilight to blue, the sky grows black Remembering our time while thinking back Leaving our love in the hands of fate Memories in mind, alone I wait Feeling you as your no longer there Images of your face still fill the air Leaving our love in the hands of fate Reaching in the darkness, alone I wait I close my eyes, to ease my mind Between my love is only time Leaving our love in the hands of fate Alone I dream, alone I wait

SOMETIMES - by Rhoan Matheson

SOMETIMES    by  Rhoan Matheson Sometimes we just need to be told That all will be okay Sometimes open arms extended Can soothe the fears away Sometimes dark days surface With no end in sight Sometimes just a tender word Seem to make it right Sometimes we do hurt Where it cannot be seen Sometimes we must read Of the lines, things between Sometimes it looks to us That nothing is in place Sometimes we cannot stand Except for saving grace Sometimes we seem to think This is our lot in life Sometimes we crave for peace When all we have is strife Sometimes it seems to be Just us against the odds Sometimes we crave for covering Like peas in a pod Sometimes the truth Will never be revealed Sometimes the wounds Doesn't find time to heal Sometimes the greatest battle Happens in the mind Sometimes victor, sometimes victim Yes, it happens sometimes

A MAN - by Edgar A. Guest

A  MAN  by  Edgar A. Guest A man doesn't whine at his losses. A man doesn't whimper and fret, Or rail at the weight of his crosses And ask life to rear him a pet. A man doesn't grudgingly labor Or look upon toil as a blight; A man doesn't sneer at his neighbor Or sneak from a cause that is right. A man doesn't sulk when another Succeeds where his efforts have failed; Doesn't keep all his praise for the brother Whose glory is publicly hailed; And pass by the weak and the humble As though they were not of his clay; A man doesn't ceaselessly grumble When things are not going his way. A man looks on woman as tender And gentle, and stands at her side At all times to guard and defend her, And never to scorn or deride. A man looks on life as a mission. To serve, just so far as he can; A man holds his noblest ambition On earth is to live as a man.

FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE - by Robert Louis Stevenson

FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE     by  Robert Louis Stevenson Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle All through the meadows the horses and cattle: All of the sights of the hill and the plain Fly as thick as driving rain; And ever again, in the wink of an eye, Painted stations whistle by. Here is a child who clambers and scrambles, All by himself and gathering brambles; Here is a tramp who stands and gazes; And here is the green for stringing the daisies! Here is a cart runaway in the road Lumping along with man and load; And here is a mill, and there is a river: Each a glimpse and gone forever!

CLASSIC BLOUSES FOR LADIES

MY WISH - by L. E. Homfray

MY  WISH by  L. E. Homfray Oh! could I hope that words of mine One thought expressed by tongue or pen, Might bring a moment’s joy or peace Across the restless hearts of men. Could I but bring to one poor life A gleam of God’s eternal light, Or, with a tender word of praise Lead one weak erring soul aright. Could I with any words of hope Bring home to one despairing heart, The love of Christ that pardons all, His mercy which shall ne’er depart. Ah! then my soul, though still bereft Of much that others love and prize, Shall see above its earthly trials A crown of blessing in disguise.

THE LAKE - TO - Edgar Allan Poe, 1809 - 1849

THE LAKE - TO - Edgar Allan Poe, 1809 - 1849 In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide earth a spot The which I could not love the less -  So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that tower’d around.  But when the Night had thrown her pall  Upon that spot, as upon all,  And the mystic wind went by  Murmuring in melody  Then - ah then I would awake  To the terror of the lone lake. Yet that terror was not fright, But a tremulous delight - A feeling not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define - Nor Love - although the Love were thine. Death was in that poisonous wave, And in its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his lone imagining -  Whose solitary soul could make An Eden of that dim lake.      1827.

Dancing bronze girls created by French sculptor Nathalie Seguin

Nathalie Seguin was born in Angers in 1964.

Daughter of a painter, she always loved turning the material: silk, wood … And it is the job of the earth that allowed him to withdraw more emotion, movement, and sincerity.

Known for its dancers, the movement is always on the verge of breaking balance.

Moreover, the patina of different colors and textures for the body and the dress reinforce this swirl print.

Nathalie Seguin has won numerous first prizes and awards.