Marc – In Celebration Of Your 29th Year

March 25th, 2006

Here’s wishing peace and happiness To you, my wonderful son I wish I could help you celebrate To laugh and have some fun I hope you will forever remember How special you are to me I feel so blessed to be your mom My “miracle” child who always will be Even though we may, at times See the world so differently The love I carry in my heart Is strong and will not cease Most of all, if anything I hope you know I tried To raise a little boy into becoming A man of decency and pride Of course, you will have challenges That life sets upon your plate But it is how you accept them That really seals your fate Whenever moments drag you down You need to remember prayer To fervently and sincerely ask GOD, to be with you there And, in times of triumph You should thank HIM just the same For all the good that comes to you And for all that you have gained May HE remain close at hand As you encounter another year Remember, too, your close family Who love you and are always near Love from Mom, January 29, 2004

A Poem for Young Parents

March 25th, 2006

Dedicated to Glenn, Gina, Seth and Evan Maskell, of Fenton, Michigan Your lives can truly change a lot When you’re raising little babies So always show much patience Don't say "No!" but rather, “OK, maybe!" It is easy to get sidetracked And forget how you once were A family life has challenges And disruptions can occur So remember to be kind of heart And grateful for all your blessings Continue to love with mutual respect And talk! Don't keep each other guessing Recall the vows of true commitment Honor promises you once made Then your marriage will have the strength And harmony will never fade M. Clary November 19, 2003

Praisin’ My Lord, Once Again

March 25th, 2006

To be sung to the tune: "Back In The Saddle Again" – by Cowboy Gene Autry I'm Praisin' My Lord Once Again 'cause I know He died for my sins Oh, I had gone astray…somewhere along the way But I'm Praisin' My Lord Once Again I know I haven't lived very good Not doing Godly things like I should Every battle that I'd fought…another sin I'd bought I was headed to a place down below So He finally put me to the test I didn't believe He knew what's best Then I fell hard once again…burdened by that sin And realized that I just had to change. Wellllll, I'm Praisin' My Lord Once Again 'cause I know He died for my sins I had gone astray…somewhere along the way But I'm Praisin' My Lord Once Again This Lord, He sent a messenger to me Said "Yes, He wants you back, can't you see? If you'll just come on home…you'll never be alone." I was saved on that day, forevermore. Now I know My Jesus loves me His faithfulness, accepted gratefully So I'll sing my songs of praise…every single day Praisin' My Lord Once Again! Soooo, I'm Praisin' My Lord Once Again 'cause I know He died for my sins I had gone astray…somewhere along the way But I'm Praisin' My Lord Once Again M. Clary September 2003

Coffee Room Rules

March 25th, 2006

COFFEE ROOM RULES IF YOU’RE A TAKER……BE A MAKER IT’S JUST THE RIGHT THING TO DO. WHEN YOU POUR YOURSELF THAT CUP ANOTHER’S COURTESY WAS FOR YOU! IF THE POT HAS A LITTLE BIT LEFT PLEASE, TAKE IT OFF THE BURNER. AS AN EMPLOYEE IN HIGH TECH YOU SHOULD BE A QUICK LEARNER! IF YOU COMPLY……YET MAKE A MESS YOU TRULY ARE NOT ALONE. IT’S WHEN YOU DON’T CLEAN UP AFTERWARDS WE CAN IMAGINE WHAT IT’S LIKE AT HOME! SO SHOW A LITTLE THOUGHTFULNESS TAKE YOUR TURN AND DON’T BE AFRAID. TRY HARD TO KINDLY REMEMBER NO ONE HERE IS YOUR PERSONAL MAID! M. Clary September, 2003

A Poem/Song – In Honor Of Biscuits

March 25th, 2006

This should be sung to the tune: "My Favorite Things" Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..biscuits and rolls Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..frozen and cold Look for Home Baked Classics at your food stop Supermarket, grocery or wherever you shop Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..biscuits and rolls Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..those flavors unfold Crusty French Dinner Rolls they're sure to please Those Butter-Tastin' Biscuits or Cheddar-Garlic cheese Once you bake ‘em…..once you taste ‘em You might have one more Just simply remember…..if you should run out You’ll find plenty left, at the store. Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..biscuits and rolls Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..they're good as gold You'll find them in the freezer section Bake 'em in a toaster-oven or convection Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..biscuits and rolls Pillsbury, Pillsbury…..served in baskets or bowls Buttermilk, Southern Style: oh what a taste I can reassure you they won't go to waste Once you bake ‘em…..once you taste ‘em You might have one more Just simply remember…..if you should run out You’ll find plenty leffffffffttttttttt, at the store !! M. Clary October, 2003

A Poem: An Ode to Biscuits – Ode to Rolls

March 25th, 2006

I thought I had experienced Everything in this land For weeks ‘n weeks I heard Hal Jay Talk about something so grand He mentioned where he found them In the grocery freezer section So I just took it upon myself And listened for further direction Hal said these were the finest And wife, Ann, would never lie Said they were better than she could make Only the best for her guy So I thought I'd pay them mind Went to the grocery store I parked my truck right in front Of the double sliding doors I bought four bags of frozen dough PILLSBURY printed on the label I took them home 'n baked them up Biscuits 'n rolls upon the table They were good and oh so yummy Momma couldn't believe I baked She called in all the kinfolk, said "There must be some mistake!" "This girl is no kitchen queen Why she can't boil water But she's outdone her Momma Oh what's become of my daughter?!" They all sat down for supper Couldn't believe that homemade taste That came from store-bought biscuits 'n rolls Not one went to waste So take some wise advice, my friends As "ODE's" will come and go Eat PILLSBURY FROZEN BISCUITS And PILLSBURY FROZEN ROLLS M. Clary October, 2003

A Father

March 25th, 2006

When a man becomes a father His life has incredibly changed He’s brought forth a new generation That God has beautifully arranged A child can tug at his heartstrings A smile brings tears to his eyes He’ll vow to be forever protective And always be there to advise Sometimes he might be called “daddy” Or “dad” or “father” or by “name” Even when his child is adopted Love outweighs all obstacles claimed Sometimes a father’s not around much Due to change in life’s circumstance But that shouldn’t mean he’s not valued As there’s room for another chance There are fathers and dads and daddies Who have lost at this earthly race But their children still have the memories And know they’re in a much better place No matter a man’s status or fortune From homeless, to average, to fame It’s important to always remember That all fathers do have a name With that in mind, let’s remember To listen to the beckoning call From the first name in our Holy Trinity The most Wonderful Father of all !! M. Clary June 10, 2003

A New Angel In Heaven – Cami Hall

March 25th, 2006

Oh sweet precious child – that God has loved so dear Has called you up to Heaven – so He could hold you near It hurt Him very deeply – to see you in such pain And He knew your special family – also felt the same We guess He really needed you – to come Home right away So He sent His special angels – to visit you yesterday He arranged for Daddy and Mommy – and brother Dillon, too To be there, by your side – and say goodbye to you Your little heart could not go on – your tiny body fought As much as they had hoped you’d stay – no more time could be bought You displayed a lot of courage – and when pain was severe Your twinkling eyes and perfect smile – always persevered All who have ever known you – doctors and nurses, too Have heartfelt admiration – for the bravery shown by you And though in your 9 short years – you lost an earthly race Your new Home now is Heaven – and it’s such a perfect place Remember, Little Cami – you’ll remain in all our hearts You’ll never leave our memories – our spirits never will part Until the day when we shall see – your happy little face Welcoming us to Heaven – and to Your Very Special Space. M. Clary June 4, 2003

A Milestone for Cami Hall – To Reach Her 9th Birthday

March 25th, 2006

Cameron "Cami" Hall will be 9 years old on June 2, 2003. This poem was written for her, as she lay in the ICU of UCLA Medical Center in Los Angeles, CA. She has been there for 3 months. She is a very special little girl – an angel for certain – and one who displays an inordinate amount of courage. She survived much during her nine years; already she has had two heart transplants. Yet, in spite of the pain within her small body, her grandmother Louise has kept me informed of her progress and happy spirit..even in the face of suffering. Indeed, she is God's "special angel" and an inspiration to many. Happy 9th Birthday, Cami! Here's to you! CAMI, YOU’RE ONE SPECIAL GIRL WHO HAS TURNED AGE “NINE” IN JUNE IF I LIVED A LITTLE CLOSER I’D COME SING YOU A BIRTHDAY TUNE I’D PROBABLY SING A SILLY SONG WITH HAPPY SOUNDING NOTES MOST OF THE LYRICS YOU’D HEAR FROM ME WOULD JUST BE SOME WORDS I WROTE I’D SING ABOUT GOOFY ANIMALS WHO EAT CANDLES INSTEAD OF CAKE OR PERHAPS A RED-NOSED CLOWN AND THE MANY FACES HE WOULD MAKE OR I MIGHT SING ABOUT ICE CREAM ALL OVER SOMEONE’S FACE OR BALLOONS FILLED WITH HELIUM THAT FLY UP INTO SPACE SO HAVE A HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CAMI AND DON’T YOU DARE BE TRICKED IF BROTHER, DILLON, GIVES YOU AN UPSIDE-DOWN NUMBER NINE… TO TEASE YOU ‘N SAY YOU’RE SIX!! M. Clary June 02, 2003

Marisa – from girl, to woman, to mother

March 25th, 2006

When a girl becomes a woman And has learned from the very best The essence of her being Soon leaves the mothering nest When a woman finds her soul mate One she can love and adore Soon come “tugs” on her heartstrings That she can no longer ignore When a woman is finally with child Her life’s so incredibly changed She carries this precious cargo That God has beautifully arranged When a woman first sees her newborn And abandons the laboring pain She nurtures her tiny cherub Then adoringly gives “him” a name When a woman watches her child grow Each moment imprints on her heart The bond is so emotionally strong And their spirits are never apart When a woman then looks at her mother And sees that full circle has come Somehow, all life mends together In their own special way, they’ve both won When a woman recognizes her potential And is true to herself from within She’ll be the one who’s looked up to When a new generation begins Love from your mother, Maureen March 15, 2003