They go by air and by sea to a foreign land

The heat and the dust burns their skin

They go not to fight but to lend a hand

In their hearts, they carry freedom on their shoulders

They carry weapons in their eyes you can see honor

They leave behind their wives, husbands, children, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters,

Aunts, uncles, cousins, girlfriends, boyfriends, the safety of their home, their jobs, home

cooked meals, holidays with their family and friends, seeing the birth of their children.

They follow in the footsteps of their ancestors before them, many will not return, but

they will persevere and in the end, their honor and bravery, and the freedom they carry in

their hearts will rise up. The ones that have gone before them and have not returned are

there beside them shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart reminding them that freedom is not

free. So this holiday season when you are celebrating with family and friends doing the

things you are free to do, in your heart honor the men and women who have

made that possible for you.


You were born in February in the late afternoon just as the sun was setting.

You were now on the path to your future but for now my bundle of joy.

They placed you in a bassinet, a heat lamp keeping you warm.

You placed your hands behind your head and surveyed your new world.

All were amazed at your action and snapped photos of your feat.

You were on the path to your future but for now my bundle of joy.

The first time I held you in my arms and close to my beating heart

I knew the love of a mother was instant from the start.

You had big brown eyes, long delicate fingers and dark-haired widows peek.

You had the scent of a newborn baby that made my heart fill with joy

and my eyes with tears of happiness.

You were on the road to your future but for now my bundle of joy.

As you grew, and too quickly I might add, you made us proud and

happy to be your mom and dad.

You are curious, smart and athletic with a kind and gentle heart.

With big brown eyes, long and delicate fingers and dark-haired widows peek.

You are on the path to your future but for now my bundle of joy.

MY UNIVERSE By: Patricia Salamone

There’s a place for me up there

Where the stars so brightly shine.

The spot between the Milky Way

and just near the great Devine.

One night as you look up

to see the twinkling of the lights.

Will you think of me with love?

I’ll be just off to the right. :o)



Cowboys, Astronauts, Ghosts and more
Will come a nocking at your door
The treat bowl is waiting full to the brim
You leave the door open they can come right in
Your voice is heard telling them all
The treats are on the table in the hall
Little goblins scurry to claim the sweets
Waiting for them a big bowl of treats
All inside now and the door slams shut
He appears from nowhere with the axe in his hand
He is enormous in size with blood on his face
The goblins are silent the laughter has stopped
Replaced with fear, and frozen in place
The axe held high above their heads
Comes down with a whoosh right toward their face
The goblins start screaming and turning to run
Then the enormous man opens his mouth and speaks
“Happy Halloween kids, help yourself there’s plenty more,
just let me go and open the door, the wind slammed it shut”.