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YOU LIGHT UP MY LIFE performed by Debby Boone

So many nights I'd sit by my window
Waiting for someone to sing me his song
So many dreams I kept deep inside me
Alone in the dark but now you've come along

And you light up my life
You give me hope to carry on
You light up my days and fill my nights with song

Rollin' at sea, adrift on the water
Could it be finally I'm turnin' for home?
Finally a chance to say "Hey, I love you"
Never again to be all alone

'cause you, you light up my life
You give me hope to carry on
You light up my days and fill my nights with song

It can't be wrong
When it feels so right
'cause light up my life

JUST LIKE FIREWORKS IN THE SKY Christine Ross in memory of Luke Ross

My mind is lit with memories
Just like fireworks in the sky,
Illuminating days of old
With explosions of goodbye.

The glimmer of your smiling face
Irradiates my consciousness,
While flashes deep within my brain
Ignite thoughts of happiness.

The luster of the distant past
Set my thoughts of you ablaze,
Reminiscing in the afterglow
Of burning pain I can't erase.

The beacon of your spirit
As it shines throughout the night,
Reminds me that the sunrise
Is just barely out of sight.

So I look up to the glowing flame
And see your brightness didn't die,
You light a spark in all of us
Just like fireworks in the sky.

2007 - Christine Ross

FIREWORKS DON'T LAST FOREVER Christine Ross in memory of Luke Ross

You're the one that made me sparkle,
Gave my eyes that happy glow.
But fireworks don't last forever.
It's something I've come to know.

Your death started an explosion
That blew my perfect world apart.
There's no more fireworks in my life
Because the light's gone from my heart.

You had your independence day
When your soul let freedom ring.
Your spirit soared with fireworks
When you left these earthly things.

I never walked in darkness,
Not until you left that day.
Fireworks don't last forever,
But for awhile you lit my way.

2006 - Christine Ross

EXPLOSIONS Christine Ross in memory of Luke Ross 1979 - 2001

Those fireworks that explode in the sky
on the forth of July...
to me are a representation
of the explosion within my heart
that occurred on that dreadful day that my son died.
These fireworks within my heart
do not end when the day comes to a close,
they continue to explode....
and will,
until the day that I see
the illumination of that sweet,
beautiful face of my son
in those eternal fireworks in the sky....
that I continually long for.

2004 - Christine Ross

I light up like a night on the Fourth of July.
I shine like the sun in the summer sky.
I glow like a field in the moon's full light.
These are the things that I do when you smile at me.

I hear the song birds melody.
I hear the softest rain on the streets.
I hear the wind pushing through the trees.
These are the things I hear when you speak to me.

~ Don Consentini

Saturday in the park
You'd think it was the fourth of July
Saturday in the park
You'd think it was the fourth of July
People talking, really smiling
A man playing guitar
Singing for us all
Will you help him change the world
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And Ive been waiting such a long time
For today

Funny days in the park
Every day's the fourth of July
Funny days in the park
Every day's the fourth of July
People reaching, people touching
A real celebration
Waiting for us all
If we want it, really want it
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And Ive been waiting such a long time
For the day

~ Chicago

Oh the smell of the smoke as we lay on the land
and the feeling of finding my heart in my hand
with the tiny tin voice of the radio band
singing love must stand
love forever and ever must stand

All on the Fourth of July
On the Fourth of July

~ James Taylor

So say goodbye it's Independence Day
It's Independence Day
All down the line
Just say goodbye it's Independence Day
It's Independence Day this time

~ Bruce Springsteen

Let freedom ring
Let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today
Is the day of a reckoning
Let the weak be strong
Let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away
Let the guilty pay
It's Independence Day

~ Martina McBride

Starry eyed
As you put your hand in mine...

It was twilight
On the fourth of July
Sparkling colors were
Strewn across the sky
And we sat close enough
That we barely touched
While roman candles
Went soaring above us

~ Mariah Carey

I lay awake awhile, watching the ascent of the sparks through the firs, and sometimes their descent in half-extinguished cinders on my blanket. They were as interesting as fireworks, going up in endless, successive crowds, each after an explosion, in an eager, serpentine course, some to five or six rods above the tree-tops before they went out.
~Henry David Thoreau

I will miss you most of all when the sparks light up a July sky.
~ clem

American child, there's a burning inside you
That calls you away through the cold
To come back again to all that you've been
Can't you see that it's time to come home?
~ John Denver

The only true freedom is found waiting at the end of that journey to Heaven.
~ clem

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
~Thomas Campbell




I saw the parade on Main Street
And the flag of red, white, and blue.
I watched the fireworks in the sky
But my mind still drifted to you.

I saw a family having a picnic
And heard the music from the band.
I watched a little boy with sparklers
But I still reached out for your hand.

I saw the day come to a close
And felt the tears upon my face.
I watched for you in everything
But still nothing can take your place.

2014 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2002


It was mid summer at the lake and we were sitting at the end of the pier with our legs dangling over... my little boy and me. Oh, he was just a little fellow of three years old. With our hands clutched together we were looking out across the lake. The warm water reached just below my calf, and he was stretching his little toes so that they just skimmed the surface of the water. It was quite, with only an occasional sound of a ripple. In the distance we could see the rain coming across the lake. He pointed and then looked at me waiting for my reassuring smile. As our eyes met, he smiled back as he clutched my hand just a little bit tighter. We both waited quietly, no words were spoken, no words were needed. Slowly the rain got closer and we patiently waited together for the 'dance'. Then, it finally reached us, one gentle plop at a time. Then, more and more plops until warm summer rain was dancing across the water at our feet, and dancing across our skin. It was a welcomed rain. It was a musical performance. The sound was so calming and soothing, as was the touch of the drops as they kissed our lips. The warmth engulfed us and we sat quietly enjoying each other and the wonderful gift of nature. Nothing can ever take away the memory of that beautiful moment in time...

That was almost 30 years ago. That little boy grew into a man of 21. Even at 21 I saw the little boy behind those deep intriguing eyes. Our hands still clutched at times when no words were spoken, and no words were needed.

The little boy no longer exists behind those eyes that no longer exist... they died with the man of 21. But when I need that clutch, or that smile, or that warmth, or those intriguing eyes..... with no words spoken, and no words needed, I retrieve that most treasured memory all... 'summer rain'.

2009 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


A cloud formed on the horizon,
I knew a storm was on the way.
I searched and ran for cover
While the sky darkened to gray.

I curled up scared beneath a tree
For protection from the storm.
As the heavens began to drizzle
I thought that I was safe from harm.

The rain poured down, the thunder rolled,
The lightening struck the tree.
Everything came crashing down.
The storm was right on top of me.

The weight of all the branches
Were crushing through my soul.
The rain mixed with my teardrops,
It was all out of control.

I didn't even try to move
Or try to find the light.
I lay there underneath it all
Thinking I had lost the fight.

I listened to the thunder
I felt the pouring rain,
The lightening flashed around me,
My body filled with pain.

My mind was reminiscing
Of the days before the strike,
Back when things were calm and clear,
When I could see the light.

My memories sustained me
Until I regained my strength.
I cried for all that came before
And I cried for where it went.

I reached out for the branches,
One by one threw them aside.
Although bruised and battered
It wasn't me that died.

The storm continued through the night
Then finally morning came.
The sun shone down upon me.
But nothing felt the same.

The gray cloud still surrounds me,
Through the haze I see the dawn.
The sun may never shine as bright...
But I've survived this awful storm.

2009 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
~Henry Ward Beecher

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"When there is love in my heart and a smile on my face,
I need nothing else." ~ Luke Ross


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