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Written by Cherry
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Saturday, 06 June 2009 14:55 |
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Our bodies die
but our souls go on forever.
We will go on with our lives
but you will never be forgotten.
A place in my heart you will always be
in my dreams it's you I see.
It's hard to sleep, hard to believe
it seems as you though you should be here with me.
Not long ago I saw you
now all I want is to see you once more
With all this now my heart is sore.
Our bodies die
but our souls go on forever
and we will go on with our lives
but you will never be forgotten.
You were athletic, smart and so much more
and we will shout your name with a roar we will miss,
we will always love you always and forever, forever more.
Copyright © 2003 Cherry. All rights reserved.
About the Author: This poem was about my 16-year-old cousin who recently died and I want him to know that I am thinking of him all the time and I love him so very much. |
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Written by Gloria Cothren
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Saturday, 06 June 2009 14:39 |
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The mountain stood before her, she faced it every day.
But she didn't turn away.
Though painful she knew it would be.
She knew it was for her best.
And as she climbed though wearily, she knew she would pass the test.
For God was with Grandma.
And she knew her lord would show her the way.
Because whatever mountain she would face.
She knew in her heart.
That God was always there with her.
Because he loved her too!
Copyright © 2003 Gloria Cothren. All rights reserved.
About the author: Gloria Cothren has lupus and lives with her mama and her two aunts and uncle. She likes to write poems and short stories. She loved her grandma very much. |
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In Tribute and In Memory of My Grandma |
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Written by Gloria Cothren
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Saturday, 06 June 2009 14:33 |
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My grandma was a sweet and caring lady. She was loved by many family and friends.
She enjoyed preparing food for those she loved.
Cooking and baking was her way of showing her love.
She looked forward to having the house filled with family and friends.
Copyright © 2003 Gloria Cothren. All rights reserved.
About the author: Gloria Cothren has lupus and lives with her mama and her two aunts and uncle. She likes to write poems and short stories. She loved her grandma very much. |
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Written by Julia Corbiere
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Saturday, 06 June 2009 14:15 |
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It is the hardest thing to do...
To be the one to tell your dad that he has just lost his first born son.
It is even harder to witness your dad pass away 45 days after the death of his first born son.
The pain never goes away...and I miss them both.
Dear God, please take the pain from my heart.
Copyright © 2003 Julia Corbiere. All rights reserved.
About the author: I lost my brother in the year 2000, and I lost my dad 45 days after on January 3, 2001. I am seeking ways of healing and found myself writing poems, letters, and dreams of both my dad and brother. This somewhat has helped me through these years.
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Written by Cindy Adkins
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Tuesday, 28 April 2009 20:06 |
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December 25, 2000 - June 9, 2002
In my heart and in my dreams I know you are always with me. In my mind I have memories, I only wish that you could be here creating new ones. Our precious love can not be erased, I long to see your smiling face. I will not forget the times we had, you made me laugh and made me cry. Tell me why you had to leave so soon, to a world of angels singing. Son—I miss you and love you. Mom
Copyright © 2003 Cindy Adkins. All rights reserved.
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