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Brim'd Stoned

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Ribbed moth,

soft, soft

 

Boomeranged time

mine, mine

 

Bitching light,

bite, BITE!

 

Crushin' scrub,

brim'd stone,

 

Proned face,

safe, safe.



    

 

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HEAVEN CAN WAIT

 

He smiled through his tears as he felt her heart beat a little stronger

knowing his prayer 

today 

had been answered 

and heaven 

 

would wait a little longer.


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FOREVER CAME TOO SOON

They promised to love each other forever

They vowed their life would be one long honeymoon…

And it was…only they never could have anticipated

 

forever would come so soon.


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HER CIRCLE IS COMPLETE

The longer I live this life the more that I have found

how life is but a circle…and how we travel round…

 

Our circle begins as a thought… a simple wish…a hope…a sigh

a dream…a spark in our mom’s imagination…a twinkle in her eye.

 

For she begins our circle…our circle of life on Earth

through the beauty of creation…through the wonder of our birth.

 

This is part of her circle…part of her design

and this is where her circle and our circle intertwine.

 

Initially she helps to guide us as each new morning dawns

providing comfort, compassion and love…as our circle’s being drawn .

 

But there comes a time in every life…a time every mom must know

when it’s time to separate the circles…time to let us go.

 

For part of drawing her circle is knowing once we’re grown…

she has provided us the strength and independence…to draw circles of our own.

 

This is how it is supposed to be…our circles are meant to intertwine.

It is part of the natural order…part of the grand design.

 

We are meant to share moments, memories, children, grandchildren…

laughter, joy and tears…

food and fun, and comedy and tragedy through all the coming years.

 

Until there comes a time when our mom needs us…when her journey slows

when she looks to us for guidance…knowing her circle’s about to close.

 

And we’re happy now to comfort her…as she finds her way up to the stars.

Happy to guide her journey tenderly…as she once guided ours

 

Until the day we say goodbye…knowing we’ve been blessed by a life so sweet

 

feeling at the same time sad but happy…her circle is complete.


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BY CHRISTMASTIME

The daughter picked up the tiny artificial Christmas tree her mom kept on the dresser by her bed

and, remembering its story…she gently bowed her head.

 

There was a time when her mom was young, when she was feeling a little blue

when she was sad, confused and worried…when she didn’t know what to do.”

 

A dear friend told her when things look bad to think about her Christmas tree.

That by Christmas time her worry would be gone and she’d see things differently.”

 

By Christmas time her friend said, gone will be your uncertainty, your misgivings and your doubt,

By Christmas time you’ll be wondering what you were ever so worried about.

 

The next day when she got home…she was surprised and excited to see

on this dresser…her friend had left her…this tiny Christmas tree.

 

From that day on whenever she was apprehensive…when her troubles flooded out

whenever she was overwhelmed with worry, or with doubt.

 

she would look at this little Christmas tree…”By Christmas time.” she’d say

and soon, as if by magic, her troubles would fade away.

 

The daughter had just come from her mom’s funeral, when tree in hand, a thought came to her head…

So she took it home and found a spot on the dresser by her bed.

 

She knows when she misses her mother…as she will most every day…

 

By Christmas time she’ll whisper…by Christmas time she’ll say 


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I WILL WAIT

Their friends and family were seated when his bride called to say she was running late.

“However long it takes,” he said,“don’t worry…I will wait.”

 

Every time they went out for the evening she was often running late

he would stand by patiently and always said, “Don’t worry…I will wait.”

 

When her walk began to slow down…when she had trouble with her gait….

he would pause a little bit ahead of her saying, “Don’t worry…I will wait.”

 

When she was sick and in the hospital…he could see she was losing weight…

she would tell him to go home he needs his rest…visiting hours end at eight.

 

He would lay his head gently against hers and whisper, “There will be no debate,

I‘ll never leave your side…I will sit right here…and wait.”

 

And when she knew she was near the end…once she recognized her fate…

she took his hand, looked up at him and said, “You know our life’s been great…

 

now it’s time to say goodbye…time to pass through heaven’s gate…”

“but know this…”

“however long it takes you to get there”…she smiled…

“Don’t worry…I will wait.”

 

 

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SHE DIED

 

She died…our friend…it’s been three years now…

and we still wonder why.

Why was she chosen?

Why her?

Why did she have to die?

 

She died while she was still so young…lifted up to heaven’s shore

while she had so much more to do…so much life to still live for.

 

She died even though she was a good person,

even though she lived life enthusiastically,

even though she had a loving husband…and a happy family.

 

She died even though she was kind and tender.

It’s still so hard to comprehend.

She died even though many people loved her,

even though she had a host of friends

 

She died even though we prayed for her.

We prayed…then we prayed some more.

She died even though we prayed harder for her

than we’ve ever prayed before.

 

She died leaving many of us feeling alone.

We were devastated…our life marred.

She died leaving many of us feeling lost.

our hearts broken…forever scarred.

 

She died leaving us wishing we had more time together.

There was so much more we could have shown her.

She died leaving many of us feeling weak…

but stronger having known her.

 

Yes, she died…our friend…three years ago

and still we wonder why…

Why was she chosen?

Why her?

 

Why did she have to die?


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WHEN YOU LEAVE YOUR HEART BEHIND

She was seven when her family moved away…

She was sad…she didn’t know what to do

as she waved goodbye to all her friends

and the only home she ever knew.

 

Her parents said they have a nice new house

that she’d make new friends…

still she pined…

For how could she make new friends

when she left her heart behind?

 

 

They were married only 20 years

When his wife unexpectedly passed away…

He didn’t have time to say goodbye

To plead with her to stay…

 

Friends said he was still young

that he’d find another wife as gentle and as kind

but he knew that would be impossible

when he left his heart behind.

 

 

A loss of any kind is difficult…

when there is so much that we miss…

If there is anything we must remember…

we must remember this…

 

For anyone who experiences a loss

we must keep this in mind…

It’s never easy to move ahead

when you’ve left your heart behind.

 

So we must show them patience and love

For in their own time they will discover

That there is happiness ahead…

 

That their heart can and will recover.


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FLOWERS BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

We were beginning a mini-adventure…

from inside our car laughter and happiness flowed

until a short distance into our trip

we saw flowers by the side of the road…

 

A beautiful little bouquet of flowers…

placed by the side of the road with care

placed by the family or a friend of the person 

who, sadly, passed away there.

 

And our happiness paused for a moment

as tears welled up in our eyes

when we saw those flowers by the side of the road

And we thought…what a sorrowful place to die.

 

Flowers by the side of the road mean death was unexpected

and remind us no-one is immune…

they give a hint as to the life that was lost there…

taken away from their family…too soon.

 

Flowers by the side of the road mean people are left to wonder…

to ponder the question….Why?

Why didn’t we get one final chance

to say I love you…to say goodbye.

 

For that is the tragedy of a death such as this…

one minute you’re here…and then…

there are so many goodbyes and I love yous

that will never be spoken again.

 

But as sad as this sight was for both of us

out of that tragedy we saw how love flowed…

for someone cared enough for the person who died there

 

to lay flowers by the side of the road.


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