I found this poem on my desk Sunday Morning! What a special "homemade" card from my dearest and his love for me. To good not to share his poetic expertise......
Poems are sweet but not always complete,
Songs are swell but never totally tell,
Words convey but never fully say,
Thoughts are kind but sometimes lack time,
Imagination is great but not always adequate,
Memories are fine when you can call them to mind,
Time is limited so I feel inhibited to fully explain the joy I feel in this articulation of my admiration for the woman I love who was sent from above. Happy Mother's Day to my bride, my wife and the wonderful mother of our children. ~ Love without limits, Don
(is that not just precious)
Then Issac and Matthew gave me a very special gift with much meaning....The card said they love my cookies, and this gift made them think of me. They are wonderful great grandsons.
A large measuring cup ~ that says "In Grandmother's Kitchen love is homemade"