Poetry

ETERNITY OF TIME

Please weep for me no more mom

now that I was taken from this earth.

It was time for me to go,

I have a brand new birth.

I felt no pain you know,

it all happened very fast.

I'm holding hands with Jesus

I'm with him at last.

Brandy and Austin need you,

for I am truly fine

One day we will all be together

in Gods perfect time.

It is just so awesome here

I wish you all could see,

glimpes of heaven

and it was waiting there for me.

Please know I was ready

and I'm always watching over you.

Feel my touch on your face

whenever you are blue.

Everything they say is true

about Angels, God and songs

It truly is amazing

as nothing here is wrong.

The world is right here.

We have no pain

I am just so happy,

so please don't be afraid.

Let Gods spirit fill you

with comfort from within

and truly believe you will have it

so healing can begin.

Take my hand mom,

for it is always there.

I am wiping away those tears, I have so much to share.

You'll see me in strange places

at many different times,

but you will know it is me

and that I am doing fine.

This letter is from me

do not doubt that at all.

It is my way of saying,

this was Gods call.

I was not too young to go

I have everything I need.

Please don't ever be angry, my spirit is set free.

Angels are all around you

I know you will be just fine

Come to me always, for here there is eternity of time.

My body may be gone

but my spirits so alive

I love you my sweet mom

you're going to be alright.

No goodbyes to say

for I am right here

and when your heart is heavy

I will take away your fear.

As Tim McGraws song says, Live like you were Dying

you never know when life on earth is through

I thank God his arms are around me and I am looking down at you.

Written by:

Melody Sweetman-words from Whitney

After a While

After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.

After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every good-bye, you learn...

by Veronica Shoffstall

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land:

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you planned:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

Christina Rosetti

1830-1894

Angel

If You Come Across an Angel
Every day, in the world around us,
real-life angels are doing the things they do...
and bringing more smiles to the world around them...
Real-life angels build bridges instead of walls.
They don't play hide-and-seek with the truth,
they do whatever they can to help you.
Real-life angels understand difficulties
and always give the benefit of the doubt.
They don't hold others up to the standards
they can't live by themselves.
Real-life angels are what "inner beauty" is all about.
Real-life angels don't hold things against you;
the only thing they hold...is you.
They take your hand in theirs
when you could use a little reassurance.
They walk beside you when you could do with a little
guidance and direction in your life.
And they support you in your attempts to do what is right.
Real-life angels multiply your smiles
and add to you interegrity.
They make you feel like,
"Hey, I really am somebody who matters."
Then they quietly prove to you how beautiful
and true that feeling really is.
If you come across an angel like this,
you are one of the luckiest people of all.
If someone in your life
is wonderfully like an angel to you,
it's important to let them know.
It's the nicest compliment you could ever give...
in all the days of your life
and in all the years that you live.

Author Unknown

The Listeners

By Walter De La mare

"Is anybody there?" said the Traveler,
    Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence chomped the grasses
    Of the forest's ferny floor.
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
    Above the traveler's head:
And he smote upon the door a second time;
    "Is there anybody there?" he said.
But no one descended to the Traveler;
    No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his gray eyes,
    Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
    That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
    To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair
    That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
    By the lonely Traveler's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
    Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
    'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote the door, even
    Louder, and lifted his head:--
"Tell them I came, and no one answered,
    That I kept my word," he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
    Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
    From the one man left awake:
Aye, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
    And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
    When the plunging hoofs were gone.

When I'm an old lady

By Author: Joanne Bailey Baxter, Lorain, OH

When I'm an old lady, I'll live with each kid,
And bring so much happiness ... just as they did.
I want to pay back all the joy they've provided.
Returning each deed! Oh, they'll be so excited!
When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.

I'll write on the walls with reds, whites and blues,
And I'll bounce on the furniture. ?wearing my shoes.
I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out.
I'll stuff all the toilets and oh, how they'll shout!
When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.

When they're on the phone and just out of reach,
I'll get into things like sugar and bleach.
Oh, they'll snap their fingers and then shake their head,
When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.

When they cook dinner and call me to eat,
I'll not eat my green beans or salad or meat,
I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,
And when they get angry... I'll run ... if I'm able!
When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.

I'll sit close to the TV, through the channels I'll click,
I'll cross both eyes just to see if they stick.
I'll take off my socks and throw one away,
And play in the mud until the end of the day!
When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.

And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh,
I'll thank God in prayer and then close my eyes.
My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,
And say with a groan, "She's so sweet when she's sleeping!"

You're Never Alone

by KC

You're never alone, I'm always near,

When your troubled, down or blue.

All you have to do is call me,

I'm always here for you.

It doesn't matter where I'm at,

It doesn't matter when.

When you need someone to talk to,

I'm here to be your friend.

If you need someone to hold your hand,

or a hug to say I care.

If you need a shoulder to cry on,

for you I will be there.

So never think you are a burden,

when the weight gets to be to much.

You might find if look hard enough,

a good friend could be the right touch.

You're never alone, I'm always here,

through the good times and the bad.

I'm always here to be your friend,

I don't like to see you sad.

(from The Friendship Page at http://www.friendship.com.au/)

If I Had My Life To Live Over

by Erma Bombeck
(written after she found out she was dying from cancer).

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been More "I love you's." More "I'm sorry's."

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it ... live it .and never give it back.

Stop sweating the small stuff.

Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what. Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.

Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with. And what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally, as well.

We have one shot at this and then it's gone. I hope you all have a blessed day.

        Crabby Old Woman

    What do you see, nurses?
    What do you see?
    What are you thinking
    When you're looking at me?

    A crabby old woman,
    Not very wise,
    Uncertain of habit,
    With faraway eyes?

    Who dribbles her food
    And makes no reply
    When you say in a loud voice,
    "I do wish you'd try!"

    Who seems not to notice
    The things that you do,
    And forever is losing
    A stocking or shoe?

    Who, resisting or not,
    Lets you do as you will,
    With bathing and feeding,
    The long day to fill?

    Is that what you're thinking?
    Is that what you see?
    Then open your eyes, nurse,
    You're not looking at me.

    I'll tell you who I am
    As I sit here so still,
    As I do at your bidding,
    As I eat at your will.

    I'm a small child of ten
    With a father and mother,
    Brothers and sisters,
    Who love one another.

    A young girl of sixteen
    With wings on her feet
    Dreaming that soon now
    A lover she'll meet.

    A bride soon at twenty,
    My heart gives a leap,
    Remembering the vows
    That I promised to keep

    At twenty-five now,
    I have young of my own,
    Who need me to guide
    And a secure happy home.

    A woman of thirty,
    My young now grown fast,
    Bound to each other
    With ties that should last.

    At forty, my young sons
    Have grown and are gone,
    But my man's beside me
    To see I don't mourn.

    At fifty once more,
    Babies play round my knee,
    Again we know children,
    My loved one and me.

    Dark days are upon me,
    My husband is dead,
    I look at the future,
    I shudder with dread.

    For my young are all rearing
    Young of their own,
    And I think of the years
    And the love that I've known.

    I'm now an old woman
    And nature is cruel;
    'Tis jest to make old age
    Look like a fool.

    The body, it crumbles,
    Grace and vigor depart,
    There is now a stone
    Where I once had a heart.

    But inside this old carcass
    A young girl still dwells,
    And now and again,
    My battered heart swells.

     I remember the joys,
     I remember the pain,
     And I'm loving and living
     Life over again.

     I think of the years
     All too few, gone too fast,
     And accept the stark fact
     That nothing can last.

     So open your eyes, people,
     Open and see,
     Not a crabby old woman;
     Look closer . . . see ME!!

Author Unknown