Doris Reed Tietz

Redding, California, USA

Doris has always been a happy person. Last year she decided to share her feelings and strong opinions, so she wrote a book, ending each chapter with a poem. It has been rewarding for her to receive letters telling her how the book and poems have helped and the joy each found in rereading the book. She has included three poems from her book, "Grandma's Top of The World" published by Vantage Press. The first expresses her natural joy; the second, the lifestyle which brings her joy, and the third her joyful gratitude for a loving husband of fifty six years.

I Wake To A World Full Of Joy

I wake to a world full of joy;
I wake to a world full of love;
I still have the heart of a boy;
I still like to count stars above.
I dance through the day with a dream;
A dream that I know will come true;
All the heartache that flow through life's stream
Will suddenly melt like the dew.
I peacefully watch the sun fade;
Tomorrow I know it will shine;
Birds sing while the flowers parade;
All of life's beauty is mine.

Sweet Dreams And Happy Memories

Sweet dreams and happy memories,
A love that's good and true;
A home to care for tenderly;
A song to sing that's new
Sweet dreams and happy memories
And friends to join in mirth
Some tears to give to those who die,
And smiles to greet each birth.
Sweet dreams and happy memories,
To win a game or two.
The faith to know that Spring will come,
The strength to wait it through.
Sweet dreams and happy memories,
To do what there's to do
For joy is living day to day,
To make sweet dreams come true.

The Gift Of Love

You gave me a rose,
And I knew from that start
It was more than a rose,
It was part of your heart.
I baked you a cake,
And then you knew
It was frosted with love,
Our dreams would come true.
Through the years we held hands,
There were good days and bad.
Times we were happy.
Times we were sad.
We shared life's pain.
Our love pulled us through.
Our faith would remain
Until joy came anew.
Now we are old,
But our hearts are still young.
There are still roses and cake
And songs to be sung.