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Post by Lady Alyssa Dark on Oct 12, 2010 4:45:23 GMT -8
A Mother's Love
A Mother's love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender guiding hand.
Helen Steiner Rice
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Post by Lady Alyssa Dark on Oct 12, 2010 4:51:42 GMT -8
Her Journey's Just Begun
Her Journey's Just Begun
Don't think of her as gone away,
her journey's just begun,
Life holds so many facets,
this earth is only one,
Just think of her as resting,
from the sorrows and the tears,
In a place of warmth and comfort,
where there are no days or years,
Think how she must be wishing,
that we could know today,
How nothing but our sadness,
can really pass away,
And think of her as living,
in the hearts of those she touched,
For nothing loved is ever lost,
and she was loved so much.
Anonymous
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Post by Lady Alyssa Dark on Oct 12, 2010 4:53:44 GMT -8
The Broken Chain
I little knew that morning. God was going to call your name,
In life I loved you dearly, in death I do the same.
It broke my heart to loose you, you did not go alone,
for part of me went with you, the day God called you home.
You left me beautiful memories your love is still my guide,
and though we cannot see you, you're always at my side.
Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same,
but as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
Ron Tranmer
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Post by Lady Alyssa Dark on Oct 12, 2010 4:56:07 GMT -8
While Waiting for Thee
Don't weep at my grave,
For I am not there,
I've a date with a butterfly
To dance in the air.
I'll be singing in the sunshine,
Wild and free,
Playing tag with the wind,
While I'm waiting for thee.
The Comfort and Sweetness of Peace
After the clouds, the sunshine,
after the winter, the spring,
after the shower, the rainbow,
for life is a changeable thing.
After the night, the morning,
bidding all darkness cease,
after life's cares and sorrows,
the comfort and sweetness of peace.
Helen Steiner Rice
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TinkerBell
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Life is like a box of chocolates, sometimes all you get is NUTS!
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Post by TinkerBell on Oct 15, 2010 15:51:26 GMT -8
My heart goes out to you and your family. I have walked this road myself and had not these lovely words to comfort me but you have provided them. My friend .. you will never walk alone for in this realm of pixels, my heart yet goes out to you and yours. May God bless and keep you and your family. May you know you are loved and my sincere condolences to you. .. these are the lyrics from a song Enya wrote.
May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home
Mornie utúlië (darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now
May it be the shadows call
Will fly away
May it be you journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Mornie utúlië (darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now
A promise lives within you now
God bless you Mother of Alyssa
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Post by Lady Alyssa Dark on Oct 16, 2010 14:50:38 GMT -8
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Post by anna on Oct 23, 2010 13:23:16 GMT -8
My heart with with you My Lady Alyssa and so are my prayers. Lots of hugs I send your way to you and your family.
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Post by lilmanpsychotic on Oct 23, 2010 14:52:51 GMT -8
Hey Lady Alyssa and Her Family .. wrote you poem fo yea .... i wll be prayin for you and yor famiy stay strong ...
Your mother is always with you...
She's the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street.
She's the smell of bleach
in your freshly laundered socks.
She's the cool hand on your brow
when you're not well.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She's crystallized in every tear drop.
She's the place you came from,
your first home...
She's the map you follow
with every step that you take.
She's your first love
and your first heart break...
and nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, Not space...
Not even death...
will ever separate you
from your mother...
You carry her inside of you...
ps im hear for you and your family like to talk anytime..
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Post by Lady Alyssa Dark on Oct 23, 2010 17:39:26 GMT -8
thanks, that's a great poem
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TinkerBell
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Life is like a box of chocolates, sometimes all you get is NUTS!
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Post by TinkerBell on Nov 5, 2010 17:03:06 GMT -8
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