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Across Galaxies

I passed beneath the bridge today
close by the place you once called home,
and I sensed your latent footprints
still lingering upon the stone.

I wonder . . . did you pass that way,
mysteriously, in the night,
as guardian angels carried you
across the galaxies t'ward light?

July 24, 2014


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I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







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Compassion Has Gracious Eyes

No matter that we've never met,
Compassion radiates from afar.
Rippling outward, gathering strength,
Expanding across the oceans wide.
A warm light like a rising sun,
Gently touches grieving hearts.

Distant strangers, I empathize.
Compassion has gracious eyes
For your sorrows and your tears.
With time, may it soften grieving pains.


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Eternity

Eternity

Many times, I saw my spirit.
Many times, I felt my soul.
In life, I lived courageous.
Now it is time for me to journey home.

If you cry, that is fine.
If you laugh, that is better than a cry.
Rejoice in my life and shout praise.

For I am 
Therefore, I shall be
In peace, I leave this world.
To my love ones, I am with the Lord.

Sure happy to have lived
Not sad that my time has come
The benevolence of the spiritual realm is a breeze from a waterfall.

The Lord is my keeper.
He called me home.
No more sadness let us all rejoice.

Ms. Carrie Mae Sexton is now reunited with Jehovah God Lord.  A woman of statue... 
A woman of worth... All that knew her will truly miss her.

Never a life lost but one done with the world and because she walked a virtuous path, her life is shown.  The Lord knows best and we must know the same.   Our mother sojourns and in peace, she lays.

[“Be assured that just as an hour is only part of a day so life on Earth is only part of eternity.” C.L. Allen]

User Name: Verlena
Psuedonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: Grief and Bereavement

-Contest Enter: Space & Time - Metaphorically written... Eternity is space and time...  February 2014


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Dad Is dead

So what?
No more new toys for you
No more bread at breakfast
No more noisy shoes on Christmas
And no more having more

Did i kill dad?
No!
Why then the corporal punishments? 
Because dad lost the job
Dad lost the breath
Dad lost the plan
Dad lost you
Dad is no more

Why punish me not the job?
Dad got money from there
Can i go and get it?
Not now but one day you will
What about you?
I will go but i have to first make you know 
That i am not Dad because he took off
Now he is sleeping
We have to spend less
Work a lot
Play less

Why don't you awake him?
He is dead!
What does that mean?
It means close your eyes
Stop breathing
Sleep in a big box
People dig a whole hide you there
And you disappear forever

Wow that sounds fun mum can i join the game?
Stop!
Why?
Its no game, its painful game of loss!
Mum, you cry when i climb trees
When dad wants to go with me you scream
But dad always makes cool choices
You don't understand son,

Your father has played the superman game
The monster broke his neck
And now he is lifeless like your toys
All the people that came here were on your Dad's funeral
Your father is dead
You are now an orphan, son!

Mum, dad is in the game
I know dad he will rise again
Kick the monster, break its neck and throw it in fire
Like what he used to about Jesus
And you will know he is not like my toys
I know son
Right now you cant understand but later you will

I know mum
Right now you cant understand but later you will



In memory of my late father who passed on in 1993 while i was a little boy


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A TEAR FOR DADDY

written 22nd Oct 2013



Even after sixteen years
 still I cry your daughters tears
Every year on this day, will always be sad
 known only as the date, God took my dad

    1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997
    
         Allan Thomas Holmes


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Am I the Assassin or the Undertaker

Am I the Assassin 
        or the Undertaker

                   For Palani 

                                I

He stopped coming our way again
He was no where in sight at school
Then, after a long absence
In the pit of the Chan Ah Tong padang
He came and stood at one corner of the field

He looked resigned grave
A stoic smile hovering over his lips
Over his virgin gossamer moustache

His voice a calm breeze
Of vowels constrained by crisp consonants
We saw less of his teeth
He was dressed in silk shirts
Well-ironed without creases
Trouser pleats showing strictness
Shoes shiny and sleek
The sheen of his hair obedient under cream 
His gait measured strained
As though grim hands clawed at him
Through gaps in the ground

At first, we didn’t know
What to make of him
His new tutored appearance
And detached forbearing looks

He watched us play
Close on hours
Aloof far away
He never so much as waved
We turned to look
He was gone
Leaving the dusk to fall behind him


I called to see anyway at his place
His father frowned at me
Gruff undertones accompanied him inside
I saw a curtain ever so slightly tremble
After a while his mother
Came out to say
He had gone for good

I wasn’t sure what she meant
I stood there looking dazed
Then tears licked her cheeks
Her drained and stricken face

She went in dabbing her eyes
With the loose end of her sari

I never called on them again
I just couldn’t understand
The father’s anger and pain
At this world on which we stand

I was just a playing pal of his son’s
He was older than I was then
Yet he came just once
Out of who knows what inner command 
Just to talk or stroll around

Now I am older and his elder

But is it I who laid him low

                       II

A date with fate
He came one morning to my place
All decked in his glad rags
Fingering a shiny white billiard ball
Twirling it between bony fingers
Like the natural leg-spinner he was
Just for fun he would let it lick the dust
And it swished near ninety-degree turns

I said: What about some quick nets
The day aged in labour and with forceps
He hesitated but on the spur 
Said: Yes, why not

The rest of the morning I batted
Saw the wickets tumble uprooted

His spirits surged 
Sweat sweet and sour 
Sprinkled his shirt
And ran down his collar and spine

We laughed at every googly 
Which missed the wickets by inches
We were back in olden Ali Baba times
Truants lost in a cave of our own
Diamonds refracted from his eyes

He said: We should do this more often

His heart must have caved in that very night
Or was it when he barely made it home
 

© T. Wignesan – Paris,   February 3-4, 2013


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Alien In My Own World

I’m an alien in my own world
I think only I can see from above
I see the entire Earth
I see people, but no love

I try to tell them 
They’re the aliens in this world…
This world was built to be loved
And yet all they do is hurt…

Look around…the world is round!
It is spinning for us!
For me…
Because there’s not many humans to be seen…

I know I’m not alone though
Humanity will never die…
That’s something that I know!

You created districts…
You ripped humanity into pieces
Now we’re fighting like we’re beasts
I mean…I’m from the Middle East…trust me I’ve seen…

I’ve seen the value of one’s life
Destroy a home for a dime
Destroy humanity and it doesn’t count as a crime…
and yet…I’m out of mind?


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Dooms day

Many a time I passed through trouble
Many a time I passed through pain
I was exploited
I was humiliated


My pride was taken from me
I was consumed by mystery
My wings were taken so I couldn’t fly
What I ate all day was my cry
I asked myself why


And there came a voice say
In your affliction will you learn right
In your oppression will you rise to fight


The sun shines at day
And the stars at night
Arise and see the light
Many a times I passed through trouble
Many a times I passed through pain












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Eternal Breath


~~

The air is full of mourning although the years have past,
     My tears still flow like waves upon a rolling vast ocean;
I asked God to take my treasure in his trust for all time,
             My sweet cat now slumbers in the silent dust.

Heavenly angels watch his still soft eternal repose,
     I go there often and just sit, remember him and weep;
A moss draped stone upon the emerald green grass,
               The only symbol of his existence on this earth.

He came to me a stray lost, starving and alone in the world,
    Filled with utter fear and total distrust for all of mankind;
Ever so slowly a loving relationship and an eternal bond,
                Death is the end of life but the love lives on.

I watched his slow breathing all that long, long night,
    And when the sun rose high, he passed through the gate;
In Paradise, I imagine him waiting so quietly for me,
                One day, I will hold him again to my heart.


___________________________
November 1, 2013


Elegy

Written by, Broken Wings

For the contest, Eternal Breath, Gail Angel Doyle

1st Place


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My Brother

My brother you lived by the sand and the sea they both set your spirit free.
Remembering all the times that we went through doing things that brothers do.
As a chef you loved to cook and create watching Grandmon in the kitchen it was your fate.
Family and friends miss you so they all wish you did not go.
And Rocky my brother what can I say? I know I will miss you everyday.


JSergi


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Rondelet: Who the hell cares

Rondelet: Who the hell cares

Who the hell cares
If it's the end of hostile world
Who the hell cares
See you soon - no sweat - just for scares
Upon some astre in maya* mould
Bye from this ball of molten gold
Who the hell cares

* maya: Sanskrit for "illusion; here "illusory"

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012


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Carve Us Deeper in the Stone

A graveyard stands upon the hill;
Its tombstones smoothed beneath the tide
Of nature's forces beating hard;
I pass and hear the buried cry.
"Reverse the trend, relentless grown,
That would erase our names for aye;
For who grants thought to silent stones
And corpses claimed in nameless graves?
We yet would speak, if you inquire,
If you draw near with ear and heart .
We speak of dreams left unfulfilled;
We sing our song which but in part
Was heard before our souls were claimed.
Oh, who will hear what we would tell
With our last link with life consumed,
When dust with dust is mingled well?
We have a vision unattained
By you who still are flesh and bone;
If you our secrets wish to shard,
Dare carve us deeper in the stone."


This poem was inspired by a very old cemetery behind my home.
The tombstones were worn so badly that the names could hardly
be discerned.


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farewell to my dog

silence when i open the door
silence when i close it again
no one to make a noisy fuss
no one to welcome me in
no one barks at the mailman
no one brings the little ball
no one chomps the squeaky toy 
but love still comes to memories call


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IN MEMORY TO MY FATHER

written 23rd Oct 1997

So long I needed to visit
 but my heart didn't listen
Letting you know how much "I love you so"
 is now something, you will never ever know

Now that you are gone
 I know I waited to long
If I could just have that one more chance
 I would never treat it as just another glance

Now, you have become my biggest memory
 for you have gone, to a place I can not see
Knowing that we will never again touch
 makes me miss you, so very much

My children are still to young
 to wonder why pop hasn't rung
My heart is now empty
 for you, it always had plenty

I really do need to have you back
 you were the "only one, who saw me back
I know deep down inside
 you love me, more than words could describe

For it is only now, that I realise why you didn't want me around
 you knew how "painful it would have been, to watch you drown
But, as long as I am still alive
 you too, will continue to survive

For I will always be your darling little Denise
 who hopes, you forever rest in peace

                    ALLAN THOMAS HOLMES
                1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997


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My First Grief

In my cradle,
My tiny body was cradled
In my mothers arms.
My gem among gems,
I remember when I cried
You comforted me with 
your soothing words.
Your re-assuring hands
Secured me till Death's 
Cold hands snatched you 
From me,a sucker I was
That needed you most.
Adieu! Sweet mum till 
We cross paths again!







Written by:
Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu


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Pepe

  Reminisce of Southern streets honey suckle vines,  Magnolia air 

     strolling my Pepe down old streets , flowers wild growing everywhere ~

    

     What was in that carriage as I walked proudly down a sidewalk ?

     My poodle Pepe,  a blue bonnet tied,  Pepe sat up faithfully,  bonnet on his head .

     spectators driving by with smiles , the girl with a baby poodle was the talk ~



     On a old plantation porch calling Pepe  ?  Pepe come home ? I patiently await .

     Where was my furry lamb with silk black curls ? My puppy needed his walk . 

     Told by my parents after several cries many weeks straight ~



             ~  For they knew of my Poodles Fate ~



     "Come inside , Pepe will come back ."  He would not come home , Winter cold.

      Parents hearing tireless cries , the truth was reveled , In a shed Pepe died.

      My Mother told me what no Parent wants to share with a child of five years old ~

     

     My Poodle had been in a shed with my brother and Dad , curiosity he always had.

     A ladder had fallen on him , taking him away . Calling for Pepe the same day ...

     We buried my Pepe , wrapped in blanket with his bonnet, in the back yard.



   ~ A cross made of branches , brick inscribed " here lies Pepe " bouquet by side. ~

       I can not explain this love that left my heart broken , tireless nights I cried.

     

        




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Cold Gray Stone

Cold gray stone that stands so right please watch over my love tonight.
For she was taken from my side on that cold November ride.
Early on the snow did fall quickly it covered all.
The wind howled with deep regret for the loss of my love my dearest Bernadette.
As the carriage started its slide I held her close and looked into her eyes.
Deep within her heart I could see all the love she held for me.
Alone now I stand through this life, alone with my tears my heart in strife.
Cold gray stone that stands so right please watch over my love tonight.

JSergi

written 11/5/2013
Contest: New Poets of Soup


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WHEN MY TEARS DOESN'T COUNT

WHEN MY TEARS DOESN'T COUNT
A lot question asked, where art thou been
that your lines are but not seen
is all but dire and my light grows deem
whence commeth o lord my dream

can i ever for a day before i die a winner?
o God i'm i the only zionc sinner
can't you give me a hope even though glimmer
even my bone say to my flesh thou art slimmer

does the heaven see my flowing tears?
is it until my eyes close to death-fear
horror in my vain andpain in my ears
o heaven can you kill me soft alike the pears?

i speak of the heavens what of man that don't care
alot saw my tears but never dare
all but wind they strive leaving a brother bare
let earth and heaven hear even though count not my tears


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The Pink Blush

THE PINK BLUSH

That pink chunk of flesh on me
Is not a blush you see
It is the rush of blood in veins
That has not been set free

Passing through the gaping window
Keeping well to my side
Sheltering under the blazing sun
From every corner of circles around
When tangled threads of desires surround
I bother myself
And whisper aloud
Am I a sentence that must end at a full stop?
Or a blessing that shall be used as a prop?

What if someday I am lost?
What if today I drown?
What if I shed the pink blush?
Will these make him frown?

I pity not him
But the animal within
He lets him not see
My longing for love
He lets him not hear
My craving for care
How then will he
Come to my rescue?
For his rotten soul is already dead
For his mind is not well fed

But when did I earn it?
Or how did I earn?
When did I let my desires burn?

He was the one
The sacred of all
Why did he then
Let us fall?

He did say not once
But a million times
That
His heart ached too
He suffered from inside
And I failed to hear
His musical chimes


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Autumn Sun

You will find me again

In the place you’ve never been

Once everything’s said and done

In the heart of the autumn sun

When the weather drips its hues

Faint, fading colors

 the leaves will lose

Drop to the earth

 with a hint of white	

Falling under trees

 In the days’ waning light

Waves of Gold grown old

All your secrets and troubles untold

You shall call and I will hide

Forever will I be by your side


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I fear death

I fear death, not quite death but yours, and not yours but mine
I guess I fear my death in being your survivor, but not quite
I fear grief, that it might consume me once more, but not mine
I guess it is your sorrow and despair at death that is drowning my life

I've been here before; I don't know how I survived or what inside me died
I had so many questions that she never answered; they never left, never died
So your gasping breath brings back my sorrow from that walled in stasis
I teeter on the rim of a well that reaches grief's bottom blackness, I lied

It is not your pain I fear, it's mine. I did not survive her deathbed
I never again lived. I died with her though peace I never found
I don't know if it was her death, my loss, hers, or the death cycle
But the air has stayed musty from graves while I pretended not to care

I don't know if I was there for her, or how she felt that last morning.
My memory lapses with that of the child I was then into dreams of gray
I don't know the pain of death, if it is worse to leave or know you are leaving
I don't know if she found peace or her heart broke for me or because of me.

Sorrow swells as the memories fade in, filling that well with blackness
I know that if I don't fall, it will rise up to suffocate me again
If I jump I will lose myself and never find you to say goodbye
My memory lapses, I think I jumped, did I tell her goodbye?

I fear my grief. Grief is all, nothing before or after exists.
I fear that grief will over shadow my mind and I won't be there
I fear that this sorrow will rob me of the words to say I love you
I fear despair will take my soul and this time I'll have nothing left of home.

How do I ask you to share this life with me when I don't know if I'll survive your death?
How do I ask you to live each day and don't let me run when I ran from her?
How do I ask you to believe in me and don't fear when I fear myself?
How do I ask you to comfort me when I'm too afraid to comfort you?


I never asked her to hold me again, to comfort, because she was the one dying.
What right do I have to ask the sick to comfort the healthy, the dead the living?	
And how could I, being the first spirit to die, ask the ones who speak of life still
to comfort the shell I left behind while theirs decays before my eyes? 
There are no comforts to sooth the guilt of living, but forgiveness will birth new life.



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Grieving Lines For The Innocent -An Elegy On The Death Of Troy Davis

An Ocean of grief has welled in my soul
Grief of an orphan shrouded by injustice
And unto the legal gate of Georgia, 
A thousand unjust deaths posted notice
Why should it be the innocent dove? 


An amber fang of a Mephistophelian judge was imminent
Tearing all cloak innocence had worn
As holy truth assumed the position of the sun
Prime hatred was masking a noble in the court of law
And only the stainless blood of a lamb would please her rage
To atone the sorrows of a revenge-haunted family? (Truth denies)
O brothers why should it be the innocent Troy Davis? 
The tears-laden heart of mine forever shall mourn his demise



His departing lines still anchor in the inner chamber of my soul
"To thee O family of the deceased cop 
I may die but I am not your killer
And to thee my ruthless lethal killers
Pray for your souls for thou have soiled thy hands in my blood"
To my brothers who say it is legal
Empty your hates and embrace truth 
Some things may be legal but not right
Slavery in its prime was legal 
But to human dignity O brothers was it right?
An Ocean of grief has welled in my soul 
Grief of an orphan shrouded by injustice
For innocent Troy Davis is dead!


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listless

Soft rain
Leaves shake
Worry fades
but sleep escapes
thoughts prowl
Dream awake
her face only
my mind quakes
close my eyes
Toss and sigh
What night
reveals
the  sun will hide


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Adieu Maya

 A new star graces the sky
shinning bright, twinkling blue
an ebony star that was you
who sits upon our hallowed sigh

Your words echo promises of hope
rhyming our beating heart to our soul
making us become a verse of heavens goal
even though I wonder how can we cope

Maya you were too beautiful to remain here
where God's angels are seldom known
into the soil of our heart you have sown
rich laughter our eager ears still hears

Angelou you are our mocking bird
who sang clearly her divine song
who soared our heavens so long
your song seems like all we hear

We miss you our lovely Maya
our true black and proud mama


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truly orphaned

I've wrote that I died with you. I warbled sonnets about our mutual loss and pain.
Now I try to find a pinpoint on the day of resurrection, of when my breath retook.
No, this sorrow never fades; the grief is always here, but slowly like a cataract
time grows and fills the eyes with a dull impressions of a life.

I remember weeping at loss, pain, grief. Begging light to chase the darkness. 
I don't remember the first rays of sunshine, the mourning not quite done.
Today I think I have a rhythm, that's supposed to be me, but the edges of definite
are gray and smudged like a horizon of rain where the suns supposed to be.

My memories are like that of the storm, bold in the lightening of a moment 
yet fluffed and fading in the darkness of the storming grief. For what is me?
Do we come to a single point where we are an exclamation of our past?
Does our history define us? Our blood and bonds design our personalities?

I have no history. Not that I can name. My childhood memories overshadowed
by that the single bolt of horror, grief like aftershocks that crumpled my psyche.
Who can give me details of our life before your death? No ones left to speak.
Who but you can tell me about my infancy, or adolescent schemes?

In grief I wrote I died with you, dramatic at its best. But here I find I might truly have,
for I'll never find that fledgling flight. Who will tell me what the pictures mean?
All you left for me is lost, but those fuzzy infant memories. Truly orphaned
there is no past to see. Who will tell me of your legacies? 
I have nothing left of you but me, who will speak of you to me?


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Everyone Around Me

Everyone around me is losing their lives,
Doesn't anyone see the grief in my eyes?
What are all these feelings that are combining?
Most of these feelings that have been hiding.
I cant breathe, I cant speak, I cant even cry.
I'm losing my faith,  do you know why?
Because everyone around me is losing their lives,
Drive byes, heart attacks, and suicide.
Why did any of them have to go away?
Why do my tears fall for them every day?
For all my loved ones that had to go,
The mourning and grieving I don't know how to show.
All of these things I hold deep inside,
I said I'm OK,  what if I lied?
Does anyone understand how I'm feeling?
I need the time for the tender healing.
Because everyone around me is losing their lives,
Getting jumped and killed with bloody knives.
Why did my friend have to drive that far?
Why did the other guys drink in their car?
They wouldn't have killed her if they looked.
Do they even care whose life they took?
Everyone around me is losing their lives,
How many of you see the grief in my eyes?
Why did my grandpa go to that store?
Why cant he be with me anymore?
The day of his funeral, someone else died.
Does anyone feel these tears I have cried?
Cancer killed my High School love,
Now I pray to him and God above.
One close relation, had a bad heart,
Then the Lord took me and him apart.
Everyone around me is losing their lives,
Now can you see the grief in my eyes?
Why did my friend get killed in a drive by shooting?
She was so young, she didn't know what she was doing.
My ninth birthday, my uncle got hit by a train.
Tell my why people play this game?
My homie got shot because of the rag he was hanging,
But expect anything when you spend your life claiming.
there are so many more, but it hurts to much to speak on.
my love for them will always be there, but unfortunately they are still gone. 
Everyone around me is loosing there lives,
Can anybody see the grief in my eyes?
Rest in peace to all of my loved ones, 
who have lost their lives.............


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Why Must We Grieve

To cleanse the soul, so often we hear... Does that answer dull the pain? Not 
even near... The river of grief runs ever so deep, flooding our soul, making us 
weep... Just hearing the sound of our own cries, makes life unbearable when a 
loved one dies... Why must we grieve? If only twas faith that helped us 
believe...Saying goodbye tis a sadness we share, collapsing beneath the 
crosses we bear... The pain of grief is a two edged sword, one side wounding, 
the other striking a healing chord...So why must we grieve I ask yet again, if only 
to drown in a sea of pain....

With Love Grandma...
 Vickie