MissingMissingThe lid comes off the puzzle-box, All pieces to the floor!It wasn't all that great a shock, To find I needed more.The puzzle of the puzzle piece,Where did you go and hide?Come out, come out, where e'er you are-I need you by my side!Can't help but feel the tears run down That part outshines the rest.Without it puzzle's incomplete, This piece, by far, the best.I slowly fit them side by side-Your presence sorely missed.When all's complete I looked and criedCome back to me you must!Life's puzzle here lies incomplete- One piece is needed yet.I know that you're a perfect fit It's not a risky bet.The lid comes off the puzzle-box,All pieces to the floor!When all is said and all is done,Still here, the place for you.
Going to Grandma's HouseGoing to Grandma's Houseby Daniel Bostonin loving memory of Grandma "Choochoo" SchaferI will never forget going to Grandma Choochoo's house. It was a small house, nestled in amongst pine trees and set back from the road. The lawn was litered with ornaments -- gnomes, candy canes, and the like -- along with a diversity of plants, trees, and other growing things. At the backdoor (the only accessible entrance), a well-worn green matting covered the cement, and formed a backdrop for the milk-bowls and feed-bowls arranged on top of it. My grandma always took care that the neighborhood stray cats were well fed. After ringing the bell, Grandma would rustle around a bit until she made it to the door. Upon seeing us, she would hurry at the locks, to be fast rewarded with showers of hugs and kisses. The inside of her house was even more exciting then the outside; the kitchen counters always had jars of sweet candy and the frig had soda. All of the chairs except perhaps two were