He slept peacefully with his hands behind his head

Dreaming of milk and toys while in his cozy bed

Until he awoke with Momma’s kiss on his forehead

~Stacy M. Lugo

Her support and love are boundless

Her meals are always made with love

She always smells like sweet perfume

~Stacy M. Lugo

My imagination competes with white geese singing,

Sheep are baaing, while horses graze the pasture green

Birds offer merriment on a misty English morning

~Suzanne Simonovich

While sitting on the beach, she closed her eyes

Taking in the sounds, smells, and serene beauty

Rippling tides and salty air encircled her

~Stacy M. Lugo

They smiled while holding each other’s hands

And marched through the crowded city streets

While floats drifted in the air and music played

~Stacy M. Lugo

She always smiled with love and affection

She wore pink clip-on earrings for special events

She filled everyone’s heart with joy

~Stacy M. Lugo

Three generations of women gathered

While swinging on the front porch

Enjoying the tranquility of the cool evening air

Stacy M. Lugo

From the moment he woke he would grin and giggle

His chubby cherry-red cheeks would glow on his honey-tone skin

While his brown teddy bear eyes would warm your heart

~Stacy M. Lugo

She brushed her hair with an ivory comb

Each white lock gently curled through the bristle

Then quickly bounced back onto her shoulders

~Stacy M. Lugo

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

Lord Byron