by Mrs. H

10:59pm
1968 born to him i was... on an April day.. closer to the beginning of May.A father he became..In April shower's. Nay.. more like rain. Not an easy child would his daughter be.. But Love me just the same he always would you see;.Age has taken hold.. Of us both in some way's more or less.. He in his 60's.. With salt n pepper hair.. Me at 45 fighting the grey Everywhere.Not much did i understand about the man... Till children of my own; Brought that horror story home.Telling me to hold my breath.. when they choose to walk out that door and become of their own..So many Lesson's learned from him.. And more to come. Wisdom and direction excepted..And so very expected and needed for this one.His Oldest Child i will forever be.. His first.. And for a while his only baby. Laura Ann Goodale.....at one time a young man's whole world.Happy Father's Day Charles Ira Goodale ♥

by Mrs. H

I don't want to walk in you'r shoes..Mine will do just fine.. I don't want to live in you'r house..I owe not a dime on mine... I don't need fancy clothes ..Keep those name brand jean's...I don't want to ride in your car.. I Love my ole van you see.... I'm happy if you are happy.. You'r life is you'r own.. I have owned up to my life from the age of 17 And on..I have earned my wrinkles.. and my broken nail's to.. manicures and pedicures well.. they would be fine too... But my priority's are different then most of you.... As you can see...I live my simple life,~~~~ quit Beautifully.My Hill's and valley's are mine to walk... I ask Not that you walk them for me.. Just WITH me from time to time... Be my friend.. And i you'rs...Faithful and true forever more.{Dance of the Midnight Toad's}