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Aug 26, 2005? 

? It has been a while but Margo Fallis is back writing for us again and I am very happy.

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Now on to the good stuff..........

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Today's Queue Stories
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A Grandmother's Smile

Margo Fallis

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I watch her from the car, seeing her eyes light up as my children rush into her arms. ???Grandma! Grandma!??? They shout with pure joy, happy to see their grandmother. The wrinkles in her face bring a tear to my eye. This is my mother. I've known her longer than any other human being. She's no longer young, but elderly and somewhat frail.

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I grab the baby and head for the door. She waits for me, her arms outspread, pulling me close and kissing me on the cheek, the way she's done it for forty years. Taking the baby from my arms, she leads me inside. The sweet aroma of cinnamon rolls and gingerbread invades my nostrils and takes me back to my childhood.

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I hear the little girl I once was. ???Mama, can I have a piece of gingerbread.??? As I reach for the biggest piece, she gently squeezes my hand. ???We're waiting for Papa. You know he likes gingerbread. Why don't you have a cinnamon roll instead.??? I lick my fingers as the creamy white icing drizzles on them and taste that first bite bursting with syrupy lusciousness.

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Now I am watching my own children try to sneak a piece and my heart aches because Papa is no longer there. As I glance at my mother and see a tear pooling in her eye, I know she's thinking the same thing as me.

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While she dishes out the dessert, I watch her hands grasping the spatula. No longer do I see the long and sinewy, instead bent and bony. A sob catches in my throat, but I hide it with a swallow.

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My mother, angel of my life, is a window to my past. Whenever I see her my mind races back to standing around the piano singing as she tickled the ivories, to her patiently teaching me how to thread a needle and sew on a button, and to her pulling the covers around me at night, tucking me in and pulling the curtains closed to keep the world outside.

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???Mama! Mama! Come and have a piece of gingerbread. Grandma said you can have the first piece.??? My son, John grabs my hand and pulls me into the kitchen with all the eagerness a hungry five-year-old can muster. ???Pick a piece, Mama.???

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My gaze wanders from John to my mother. She smiles and nods, watching with tender love as I select the biggest piece.

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As the children feast on ambrosial confections, I slip my arm around my mother and pull her closer. ???I love you, Mama,??? I whisper, giving her a kiss on the cheek. ???Forever.???

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She pats my arm and giggles, pointing to the children around the table. ???Forever,??? she repeats as a tear of joy slides from her cheek to the floor. ???Forever.???

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Margo Fallismargofallis @ yahoo. net
Margo Fallis, born in Scotland, spends alot of her time traveling. Most of herstories come from experiences she'sencountered during a journey somewhere.Margo started writing at age 10, when shewrote a play for her 5th grade class inCalifornia. Writing for children is hernumber one love, but she also loves towrite short stories and is working on threenovels. Margo is the mother of fivechildren, seven grandchildren, and ismarried to Thom, the love of her life.They live in Atlanta, Georgia.

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Angel Unaware

Tammy Clark

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It was a day like any other, I called my children, all
six of them, into the kitchen to eat and as the two
eldest of my children fought over the favorite chair
at the table, which by the way, the chairs were all
the same. I noticed that my youngest was missing
amongst the crowd of wild animals scurrying around the
table.?  I called for her, but she did not answer.?  As
a mother I began to worry because everyone knows that
when a child is quiet and they don't answer you when
you call, they are usually into something that is
going to cause them time in the corner.?  I blew back a
strand of loose hair that had befallen my neatly array
of curls on top of my head and started my quest for my
youngest.?  Now I must tell you about her for you to
truly appreciate this story.?  Her name is Anglee Mary,
and she was born to me a month and a half early.?  She
miraculously overcame the obstacles of being a
preemie, and grew to be a rather rambunctious child.
At the tender age of 10 months, she became an expert
climber.?  Somehow she managed to climb up the shelves
of my linen closet in the hallway, this is after she
stripped off her clothes and diaper, she then made
herself very comfortable on the third shelf amidst my
clean downy soft towels.?  I happen to go down the hall
and saw the door ajar, so I went to shut it, but when
I did I saw two pink cheeks in all their glory, and
I'm not speaking of the cheeks on my adorable little
girls face.?  Somehow she climbed up and laid on her
belly with her knees tucked under her, with blushing
cheeks exposed to God and all, sucking her thumb not
having a care in the world (Oh what a site to behold).

Now that you know a little about my dear anglee Mary,
I will continue with my story (Anglee is now 18 months
old and is talking quite well).?  I journeyed through
every room of the house, calling to her, but she did
not answer.?  As I tripped over some toys that were
perfectly scattered through my living room,
I noticed her; she was standing on the back of my
couch and looking out of our big picture window with
her little hand outstretched; and calling out in her
tiny voice, "Come here perty lady, come down to me
perty lady".?  I stood holding my breath, because I
didn't want to startle her, but suddenly she turned
and saw me.?  I asked her who she was talking to and
she said, "the perty lady".?  I asked her if she was
talking to an angel, and she said, "No momma, I'm the
angel"!? 

I may never know who she was speaking to, but I felt
blessed to have experience such a extraordinary site
that will forever be engraved in my memory.
Hebrews 13:1&2
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers; for thereby
some have entertained angels unawares.
Here is a poem that I wrote called;

Angel unaware

A beautiful angel to me made unaware,
Has spoken softly to my child in prayer.
Tightly clasping her outstretched hand,
As quietly I watch where I stand.

With her little voice she does speak,
I listen feeling a bit weary and weak.
I see the angel not, but she is there,
She's an angel unaware.

She knows Anglee's special to the Father above,
For He created her out of His perfect love.
Such a precious moment I have to share,
About Anglee's angel unaware.? 

By: Tammy Clark ?© March 25th, 2004

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Tammy Clark

tambo768@yahoo.com

My name is Tammy Anne Clark, I'm a mother of 5, and
I'm married to a wonderful man. I love to write poems,
short stories, and kids stories about faith.?  My
favorite quote is "If you don't stand for something,
you will fall for anything".?  I live in kentucky (Gods
country), as we call it down here, and I'm blessed to
have a wonderful view which inspires my much of my
writings.?  I have been writing for the last 8 years,
most of my papers are inspirational real life stories.

I hope that this info helps.

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Poetry Section

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SAILING BACK HOME (August 2005)

By Georgewaters Ojeigbe ??“ Lagos, Nigeria

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I can see that you never loved me

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You planned to stress me until I am bored of you

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You never waited for me

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You planned not to give me a breathing space until I am suffocated

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You never wanted to know who I am before you get into me

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Maybe I can never stop crying but I shall try to stop for all seems to be lost now

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The world is no more a safe place where true affection exist

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I will not regret knowing you, no I can not

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It is just all a lesson to live on

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Maybe faithfulness and just has stopped to be profitable these days

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But I will still remain faithful to myself no matter what others do unto me

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I have falling in love with your picture and maybe no more you

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I will always have you in my mind and have your picture right in front of me

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Until I find my sail back home

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May our eyes be opened to see Jehovah??™s ways of practicing love

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The one called ???AGAPE??™

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Thanks for all the gist on phone and all the laughter you gave me

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Bye!

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Georgewaters Ojeigbe

gojiegbe @jhplc.com

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STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART (August 1, 2005)

By Georgewaters Ojeigbe ??“ Lagos, Nigeria

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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Sometimes in life you feel cheated

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Sometimes you behaved dumb

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Sometimes you close your eyes in tears

? .? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Sometimes you fail to understand why

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Sometimes the tears start to roll down your face

?  ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Sometimes you wished it never started

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Sometimes you wished nothing ever happened

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Sometimes you don??™t feel loved but only been deceived

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  Sometimes the axis of the planet turns wrongly

? .? ? ? ?  Sometimes pains burns in your heart

? ? ? ? ?  Sometimes you just understand the whole scenario

? ? ? ? ?  Yet acted along but the love still keep burning in your heart

? ? ? ? ?  Until its glowing dies out due from after much sustenance

? .? ? ? ?  Sometimes love sounds like a false word and act

? ? ? ? ?  But maybe lost is the reason for the selfish word ???LOVE??™

? ? ? ? ?  All in all, I found me loving the one I have never known

? ? ? ? ?  Who are you!

?  ? ? ? ?  GOD??™s own is the perfect love, Agape

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Georgewaters Ojeigbe

gojiegbe @jhplc.com

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HOW CAN I KNOW WHEN I LOVE SOMEONE

BY GEORGEWATERS OJEIGBE, Lagos

??“ Nigeria gojiegbe@jhplc.com

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How I can know when I love someone

It??™s the way I can keep staring at you endlessly

I can always remember you when I am working

I can always smile when I am lonely and need to rest my head

I can always think of you even in the darkest hour

I can easily place my hand on your picture

Just as if I am touching your physical face

When I hear a silly word about you

It doesn??™t really sound the way they feel about it

Even when you are failing I still keep hoping

When the night moon shines brightly

I stare upward hoping that you are also gazing at it

When the stream runs by

I throw a piece of stick into it thinking that it will come to you

When the wind blows heavily I breathe into it

Thinking that it will get to your nostril

When I watch a TV program I also believe it is on your TV screen

When each time the phone rings

I grab it with great expectation believing it is you calling me

Each blessed day brings new hope

Then I realize that we are born to love

We are only here to be loved and to love

That the greatest commandment from Jehovah Lord God is to love one another

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Let it go to the hearts of others and let them share out of the love

Georgewaters Ojeigbe

gojiegbe @jhplc.com

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I was born on 21^st April, 1970.?  I live in Lagos, Nigeria the most populous city in Africa. I sing in a Church music group where I fellowship.?  I love sports.?  I love admiring the heavens and other wonderful works borne from Jehovah??™s hands.?  I discovered the power of writing stories, encouraged by Carol.?  Thanks for her existence!?  I am pet lover minus snakes; I so much hate this creature called snake but others I prefer.?  I like to do lots of home works like creating my art works, gardening, making some home furniture, fitting electrical appliances etc.

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Writers Feedback

? Carol, I absolutely loved your Vacation Story!?  What a wonderful visit and the countryside/village sounds too good to be true.?  And I am so happy that you and Matt were treated so well while there; graciously by Trish and hubby and unexpectedly, pleasingly by the townspeople.

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Sounds like a wonderful place to move.?  Do you really have plans to do this??  Anytime soon??  It seems to really do wonders for your health problems.

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Give Matt my congratulations for the upcoming art shows.?  I think when he does this, you should include some pictures of his work so we can share his love of art.?  Hint,hint. LOL

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Love,

Barb

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? My, my, Carol.?  "The Lady" is a piece of excellent work.?  It hooked me from the beginning, carried me along, described just enough of each place, person--and then set me down gently for the ending.

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