Thursday, August 18, 2011


                                               In our dreams we can be anybody we want to be
                                                         We are the main characters
 I imagine what my dream of you and I are to be.
 We are like the ocean for miles and all the beauty that surrounds us
 sea shells that roll ashore whispering in our ears
We are the stars that shine so bright at night no matter where we are.
 We are the sun that reflects all the warmth for all to feel
We are the flower in the garden that blooms in every color for all to see
 We are the prince and princess that live happily ever after
We are you and me hand in hand we walk we talk we laugh and smile
 we are the days beginning and end.
 So remember when you feel the warm sunlight its us.
 When you see the star shining bright its us
 When you see all the colors in the flowers its us
 When you read about the prince and princess in that fairy tale its us.
 When you dream its us.
Interesting what a deeper meaning among friends can be just like yesterday thank you for being a part of my life once again my long lost friend...

Monday, July 11, 2011

Frances, Better Known as "Ma"

I was cleaning out some storage tubs that were in need of going through, and I came across this poem. I remember clearly when I found it years ago, and how I felt when I read it.

As I sit alone at night it's late
I think of all the things I love and hate.
What a shame and what a waste
That this world lives in such haste.
I do not know what the future holds
For the strong-willed and bold.
But for the gentle, mild and meek
For the comforts that they seek.
There is an old and true prediction:
If you have the courage of your convictions.

~Frances,  better known as Ma.

I have often wondered what year my mom wrote this; it had no date on it. But now for 21 years it has been a framed writing in my home, and my sister and brother's homes.  I know where I get some of my writing tendencies.  This is just one of countless memories of my Ma, whom God loves.
I love you, Ma, and miss you everyday.
Thanks for life.

Your daughter,
Laura xoxo

Our  Beloved  Mother
Frances Stack Grosey (1939-1990)

Thursday, July 7, 2011


Today I was watching my grandson -  the only boy out of six grandkids. He is the most lovable and huggable child.  And I thought to myself, What a lucky Nana I am to have such beautiful and wonderful grandchildren!

My grandson looked up at me, reaching his tiny little arms out to me as I reached down to pick him up. When we met eye to eye, he smiled his beautiful smile at me then laid his head on my shoulder.

What more could I ask for?
That's his way of saying,  "I love you Nana."