He knew his love would last a lifetime…

He knew she was…the one

when her voice reminded him of moonlight


and her smile of the sun

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They grew up in the ’60’s…and as their lives unfurled

They discovered they were righteous…laid back…two groovy kind of girls.


They had long hair…down to their shoulders…some people thought them wild

They were hippies…free spirits…unconventional…each one a flower child.


They wore their clothing tie-dyed in colors bold and bright

When they made the scene…they were a gas, a blast…so out of sight!


They would have gone to Woodstock but their parents didn’t approve

They believed in peace and love and they were always on the move…


But time has a way of moving too… and though they’re not sure how

Those two hippies of the ‘60s…are in their 60’s now.


Yet, through the years…through jobs and family

though their lives have rearranged….

they stayed as cool as they were back then

and their values haven’t changed….


They were sculpted by their past and no matter how old they grow

There is a universal truth…that they…as hippies…know….


Although there are certain parts of life over which they have no control….

They remain free spirits in their hearts and hippies in her soul.


They oppose violence…

They oppose hate and war…

Their symbol is the dove

They strive for a world of peace

They pursue a world of love.


So here’s to all the old hippies out there….

and any younger hippies too…

Let’s keep trying to make the world a better place…


because that’s what hippies do.

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How did he ever live before her?…he wondered

and then

with his second thought

he realized the answer…

before her…


he did not.

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“I love you Mommy!” said the young boy as he climbed upon her knee

which brought his mother endless joy as she held him tenderly.


She decided as he she held him near to give her son a little quiz

So she gently whispered in his ear…can you tell me what love is? 


“What is love?” he shrugged

“I think it’s a lot of things.

It’s all those times that we have hugged.

It’s the lullabies you sing.”


“It’s like how when I’m with you,” he said

everything feels right…

Like how when you tuck me into bed

you kiss my head goodnight.”


“It’s like how you know just the right words to say…

how I never have to ask you why

you hold me in a different way

when I laugh or when I cry.”


“I guess in some ways love is a prize

we give each other every day.”

Then he looked into his Mother’s eyes and asked

“Did I answer it OK?”


“Did you answer it OK?” she smiled,

as tears her vision blurred…

“When it comes TO a definition of love my child,

that’s the best one I’ve ever heard.”

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Their eyes met but for a moment 

only lingered on each other a short while

but it was enough for him to capture forever….


the memory of her smile.

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He said, “Hey Mom I wish I had a super power!”

His mom said…”But you do!

of all the people in this world


no one else…is you!”

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It’s funny what we remember about people…

the little things that stick inside our head…

today I am remembering

something she always said. 


You knew there was something special about her

from the moment she would meet you…

There was this wonderful kind of elegance

in the way that she would greet you


And every time thereafter

she would greet you the same way…

She’d make you feel unique…exceptional

when ‘Hello, my darling’…she would say


‘Hello, my darling’ 

it was a simple message…

genuine and clear 

‘Hello, my darling’ 

three little words 

that became music to our ears.


Because when she said ‘Hello, my darling’

we knew she meant every word she said

which is why ‘Hello, my darling’

still echoes inside our heads…


She’s not hear to greet us anymore

to help us start our day

but one of the gifts of memory

is how we hear ‘Hello, my darling’ anyway…


‘Hello, my darling’ will always bring a smile to our faces

and tears into our eyes…

What we wouldn’t give for one more ‘Hello, my darling’


now that she’s said her last goodbye.

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She was always giving

always accepting, 

always compassionate 

and kind.

She was love 

and sympathy 

and caring 

and charity 



Whenever we would thank her

she would hold us close 

and she would whisper in our ear…

Isn’t that the reason dear…


the reason we’re all here?

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When we’re lucky enough to find those we love in life

those who’ve helped us on our climb…

we never run out of love for them…


we only run out of time.

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