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Book Corner
In her debut memoir, Aundria Sheppard Morgan searches for purpose in a life she doesn’t want, revisits the strained relationship with her mother, and questions God, who allows unrelenting adversity as she faces the loss of her first love and husband James. A voice that is at once eloquent and honest cuts to the core, stripping away masks, and revealing raw emotions. In Cross My Heart and Hope to Die ~ A Memoir we dip into Morgan’s soul through poetic vignettes that lead each chapter. With unflinching candor she tells their love story. Hope and tragedy intertwine as James wrestles with guilt over killing his brother, his ten years in New York prisons, and his desire to rise above his past. Loving James helps Aundria set aside a lifetime of anger and embrace her mother. Beautifully written, it dares us to “call it what it is” so true healing can begin.
Word Cloud
Funeral Wreaths
Grief Poems
My Mother passed at fifty-one
At that point I came undone
For I was only twenty-three
And had a four-month-old baby
I had no idea how I’d go on
Without Mom to cheer me on
One sunny morning while rocking my daughter
I was silently talking to my Mother
Telling her how much I miss her
and how much she’s missed
I swore on my cheek I felt her kiss
I heard my Mother’s voice say
“I have missed nothing.
You are never without me,
I’m with you everyday.
When you miss me, look in your heart;
because I’m there we’ll never be apart.”
Copyright © 2001 by Sue Wood. All rights reserved.
I know you worry, dream and pray
That I'm alright and happy.
God is making sure I am, he fusses over me.
I know you miss and love me
I feel the same for you.
God tells me that's alright, it's what loving people do.
I know you hope I knew them all,
The ones who met me here,
Grandmas, grandpas, aunts and uncles,
And friends who took my fear.
God joined them at the gate,
He cried and said he missed me,
Because you taught me of His love,
I hugged him back—He kissed me.
I know you know I love you,
Please don't be afraid.
I laugh, I giggle, run and hide
With all the friends I've made.
So when you worry if I'm safe
Please remember this,
God is taking care of me, I laugh, I love, I live.
I love you, Mom
I love you, Dad
I worry, watch and pray.
Please don't forget how much I need
you both to be OK.
I'm always watching over you,
I know how hard you try
And when we meet again
You'll know—with love we never die.
Copyright © 2002 A K and Auntie Lois. All rights reserved.
I seen you go.
I wanted you to stay. But you went anyway. I miss your voice.
I miss your hugs.
I even miss the way you scolded me.
I miss your kisses.
I miss your love.
I didn't nearly have enough.
You were only 43 the day you died.
You left and it made everyone cry.
Now I don't have anyone to turn to or rely on.
Please tell me
Why did you have to leave me.
Copyright: 2002 by Cassondra Messer
About Author: I lost my mom on December 17th, 1999, from a massive heart attack. She was 43 years old. It came upon us by total suprise. I am 20 years old. I live in Iowa. I am a cook at a nursing home.
I glance to my left and then to my right, but no one is there.
As I arch my back against time, I sense that I am alone.
You vanished from my life and my sight, but I can still feel you around me.
Can you hear me? Do you know what I am thinking? Will I ever see you again?
There are no answers given to these questions, only more questions to ask, It's as if someone has played a cruel joke on me.
Not having you here, by my side, on the other end of the phone, I am left without you.
Without the one person I would die for, breathe for, live for and everything in between.
It's simply unfair,
So very unfair that I have to continue in this world without you, that the trees still grow leaves, the flowers still bloom, that life continues.
There is nothing else for me to do, but continue to move, continue to live, continue…….
I felt you last night, in my dreams, in my arms, in my mind.
You were glowing, with a smile on your face and anticipation in your eyes.
You said Yes to me, when I asked you to stay and we both knew that it was all there was, All there was at that moment was You, and I.
I could've let go of life and continue with you, along your path, down your road, but I didn't, it didn't happen and I am still here, waiting, wondering, grieving…..
I don't know what else to do, What else is there for me to do?
Cry myself to sleep at night?
It is easy to do, easy to miss you.
I do, I do miss you, and everything in between. Everything, and yet I'd do it all over again, and again.
Copyright © 2003 Ritha Ramos. All rights reserved.
About the author: Freelance writer who lives in Los Angeles. Met my best friend and love of my life in 1993 and lost him in 2000 from a stroke.
Soft as a feather, your name
Touches my lips,
My mind, my heart.
Bittersweet
Feelings of love
And loss fill me suddenly.
Joy, I’ve found at last,
Is touched by sadness
And emptiness without you. And yet,
I live.
I breathe and go on,
as best I can. Bravely.
I dream of conversations
And escapades
Though now just memories.
So real for a moment.
I cry for myself.
The helplessness is terrifying
And cruel.
The quiet thunders in my ears.
Memories of a smile,
A look, a laugh, flood my mind until
I laugh and cry for want of you.
Oh how I wish
Things could be different
If only for a moment more with you.
I bless your name and God
For His love in letting me know you
For our whole lifetime together.
Like music, your spirit surrounds me.
Bearing me up when my heart sinks.
I thank God for you, my angel,
Every time I speak your name.
For my Carrie
About the author: Brenda Penepent, LPN, Executive Director of Healing Heart For Bereaved Parents, Russellville, Arkansas Chapter.
Copyright © 1998 by Brenda Penepent. All rights reserved.
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