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Written by Emily Amero
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Friday, 19 October 2007 12:00 |
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When I see your face, I can't stop crying
If I said I was okay, I'd be lying
I look at you now and wonder what went wrong
I know you don't have all that long
As hard as it will be, you'll be happier up there
You have earned all your feathers to get up in the air
My time with you has been a lot of fun
But now I realize it is all done
I couldn't change this no matter how hard I tried
One day you will move away and be with family
In your bed you would have died
Be happy then and put all bad thoughts aside.
About the author: Emily is 13 years old and after seeing her Grandpa in palliative care needed to write this song.
Copyright: November 18, 2002 Emily Amero |
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Written by Cassondra Messer
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Friday, 19 October 2007 11:34 |
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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.
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Written by Alicia M. Glunt
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Thursday, 18 October 2007 16:30 |
The heavy smell smacked me
As I walked into the small house
Yellowed walls and faded furniture
Crowded the tiny room.
Sitting on the couch
Was a tiny withered man
Worn by age and ready
To move on.
The wrinkles on his face
Framed his dark brown eyes
Each wrinkle earned and
Each with its own story.
Tired limbs hung
From this antique burdened body
Once part of a whole
Now only a fraction of what was.
Health seemed to fade in
And out of the room
Yearning for both comfort
And for life.
I left not knowing
Which would conquer
Realizing what I have
Left to spend.
About the author: I am a Senior at Robert Morris University in Pittsburgh, PA. I wrote this poem about a man I took care of, I work as a care giver, never knowing if my patients will live from day to day.
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When Friends Go To Heaven |
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Written by Lisa Clark
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Thursday, 18 October 2007 16:25 |
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They do not go alone
cause when friends go to heaven
part of us goes along.
When friends go to heaven,
our memories here remain
when friends go to heaven,
its our plan to meet again.
When friends go to heaven,
silently our hearts and souls do cry
for when friends go to heaven
there isn't an answer to why.
They never really leave us
they are in are hearts to stay
when our friends go to heaven,
they never really go away.
Article Summary: In memory of friends lost much to early in life.
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Written by Joan Clifton Costner
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Thursday, 18 October 2007 16:21 |
We thought there should be a photo, at least.
So, we pleaded…with broken hearts, too.
Just one shot of the twins, with Mother,
Who was worn from the labor, we knew.
It was dismal and dull, and the times were hard;
Not enough work to go around.
These were the last, the hardest of all.
Now, one must go in the ground.
Mama was old for a baby at all,
Let alone identical twins.
"No wonder we lost him, no wonder!" we said.
Her face was pale and grim.
So, we laid little babies, one on each side,
And we dreamed of what might have been.
We all cried a little. But, her tears came down
Like a rushing, o'erflowing, stream!
There were things to do. A few brought food.
Then, the church people came and said
They were sorry, no services in the church,
For the tithe had not been paid.
For the rest of my life, I've carried the look
In my mind on mama's face!
Sometimes, these 'religious' ones make it hard
To understand 'Loving Grace'.
It's straightened out, now, and I do not hold
Any grudge against any man.
But, I've studied the likes of Jesus and find
He's certainly not like that band!
Jesus would comfort and, maybe, weep, too.
Jesus would dry her tears.
He might even give her a glimpse of Heaven,
Simply to soothe her cares.
Mama had given so much of herself,
Always a smile and a cheer.
Mama was more like the Savior, that day,
Than any revealed all these years.
Now, they've all gone to Heaven and I'm growing old.
I'll join them before very long.
By the Grace of God, only, I'll find them all there;
Singing a heavenly song.
As long as I have, I'll study His Word
So I can be more like Him.
For, God in His Heaven, knows very well
I never want to be like them!
© 2002 by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
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