Tizz's blog: "Book worth having."

Author: Irma Louise Chase-Sholes (RIP) Front Back Entire painting by my Uncle Charles (RIP) I have blogged a few of her poems also. A journey, through poetry and verse written by my Grandmother to her children and loved ones, she wrote of the seasons, her emotions and feelings, relationships, and life. This collection of poetry has helped me to get to know my Grandmother, even though she passed away a year before I was born. Since publishing this book and passing it on to my loved ones I have decided that my Gramma would want me to share her work with the world and use it for good things. That being said, I am going to donate all the royalties from the sales of this book to the American Cancer Society, as well as to the research of the cause and cure for Alzheimer's Disease. I have chosen these research groups due to the fact that I lost my Father and Uncle to Mesothelioma and also I have several relatives that are stricken with Alzheimer's Disease. I know that the work in this book will touch your heart as it has touched mine. Thank you and God Bless. http://www.lulu.com/tisdaled

The poetry that I am blogging is from a book of my Grandmother's work that I published in her memory. Any and all the royalties that come in from the sales of this book are being donated to the American Cancer Society and to the research into the cause and cure of Alzheimer's and Dementia. http://www.lulu.com/tisdaled A Single Standard Why not a single standard A right for one and all I won’t be placed upon a stand To break, perchance to fall. Thus cries youth in anger Love creeps in and then We hear a single standard Asked by youth again. Love grows strong, life goes on The single standard too Baby comes, we wonder if The standard will ring true. The standard holds, babies arms entwine Around the heart of youth Time goes on, in life and love Youth is learning truth. The answer youth is learning Is an answer to us all There can be no single standard Where there is a babies call.

The poetry that I am blogging is from a book of my Grandmother's work that I published in her memory. Any and all the royalties that come in from the sales of this book are being donated to the American Cancer Society and to the research into the cause and cure of Alzheimer's and Dementia. http://www.lulu.com/tisdaled To A Wanderer Home is the spot where our heart is A palace of gold or a tumbledown shack Tho we’ve wandered afar on the road of life When we’re weary, we’ll always drift back To the streets where we played in our childhood To the pals that we used to know And we’ll wander again down the lane Where as sweethearts, we used to roam. Tho the scenes have all changed, and the people too For our pals have all drifted away But they, like us, will all come back To the home of their childhood some day For no one has wandered too far down the road To heed not the call of home And once he returns to familiar scenes He never again will roam.

The poetry that I am blogging is from a book of my Grandmother's work that I published in her memory. Any and all the royalties that come in from the sales of this book are being donated to the American Cancer Society and to the research into the cause and cure of Alzheimer's and Dementia. http://www.lulu.com/tisdaled I Want I want to live a life sincere I want someone to love me dear I want some fun, a bit of sorrow I want a dream, to live tomorrow. I want to laugh, I want to sing I want the joy a tear can bring Only these, I ask, and trust That God won’t feel, I ask too much.

The poetry that I am blogging is from a book of my Grandmother's work that I published in her memory. http://www.lulu.com/tisdaled Giving A crust of bread to a tiny bird Will never be missed by mankind And the songs that they sing For that crust of bread Will bring tears to eyes, to blind. Blind, to the joy of giving If but to a tiny bird Whose heart almost bursts As he sings his thanks In this troubled and weary world. If we, like the birds Could learn to sing And learn the art of giving This world would be a better place And life would be worth the living.

The poetry that I am blogging is from a book of my Grandmother's work that I published in her memory. http://www.lulu.com/tisdaled Why Loving you was madness It did things to my heart Turning blues to gladness We lived a world apart. Losing you was sadness My heart keeps asking, why Love so sweet as yours and mine Could fade so quick and die. You may hurt me, you may spurn me Yet, you’ll always be a part Of a dream I’ll live forever In the secret of my heart.