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I wrote and read this poem at my grandmothers funeral.
While growing up, Toni; Steven and I
saw our Grandparents sacrifice,
so much of their own lives, without a fuss.
Along with our Mother, they did it just for us.
Though Grandpa he was called, he was our father
and in Mom and Grandma, we had two amazing Mothers.
We loved them with the clarity of a childs heart,
in each one of us, they became, so much a part.
Sadly, we have gathered together here today,
to say our final goodbye, to a wonderful lady.
Grandma was tough, she was stubborn and oh so loving.
She had about her, that special something.
That had every child in every neighborhood,
calling her Grandma, whenever they could.
I remember her ready laughter, at our antics,
and her guidance, by the seat of our panties.
The countless batches of cookies baked.
For each one of us, every year, our own special birthday cake.
The delicate Barbie and Troll doll clothes she made,
the big band music, on the stereo, she played.
The fragrant roses and brilliant dahlias, tended with care.
The home canned pears, who with the neighbors, she shared.
Then we grew up and though with Mom, we moved away,
Grandma and Grandpa, stayed in our thoughts every day.
Our sister Kristi was born and added to Grams happiness and pride,
then as if by magic, the years just flew by.
The four of us were having children of our own,
when Gram would hold them, her face fairly glowed.
Gram saw her great grand children grow into yong ladies and men,
Then came along some great, great, grandchildren.
I was always amazed, but never surprised,
how Gram, through the children, came alive.
Gram's whole essence was that of pure love.
So I firmly believe she has placed herself, in charge of the baby angels above.
She holds them in arms, that once embraced all of us.
She, herself, is held now in the arms of Jesus.
She is looking down upon us now, with a love untold.
Within her angels wings, she does now, all of us enfold.
In Loving memory of Margaret Sanford.
1918-2010
The Lord be with you!
Almighty Lord, Fountain of Wisdom, Thank You for the Grace You have given
Your children this past year. Thank You for all Your children to whom You
have shown mercy, and brought home to Your loving Kingdom. Thank You for those who's
suffering You have ended, for our Families and Friends, whom You have watched over. I Pray
Dear Lord, that in the New Year that comes, that Your Loving Grace will envelope us in our
hour of need. Allow us the wisdom to give thanks for all that we have, no matter how small
and insignificant it may seem,
and the Love and Grace to give to those who have not. I Pray that You allow
our children see, what we have not, to hear what we have dismissed, to Love those we have
not. Hear our Prayers for Servicemen and women throughout the world,
that You Give them protection from harms way, and that they be kept safe in Your
countenance. Hear our Prayers for those who Govern, that You may grant them
the wisdom to make decisions that are just, that will better Mankind not destroy
it. Almighty and Merciful Father We ask and Pray for the forgiveness of our sins,
and that we be granted the strength and Grace to walk in Your way in this New Year.
In Prayer we ask this in the Name of Your Son, Jesus Christ......Amen
The Lord be with all of you this New Year......+
He put ten years on her eyes in a single morning.
He didn’t do much to her except walk away.
He never raised a hand and he never raised too damned much money.
But he left her fifty-per cent of his final pay.
She’s holding two jobs and she’s holding her little heart together
The children make their own beds and breakfast, too.
The women’s magazines provide advice—and coupons.
And her Mama and her sister drop by, to see her through.
There’s no hard feelings, they’re the best of friends, still.
He takes the children on Sunday afternoon.
She’s liberated from love, she’s her own person.
And no one sees her cry except the moon.
She’s taking two classes down at the local college,
A book-keeping course and volleyball 101.
She’s twenty-eight, she’s changed her hair, she’s jogging!
And her friends down at work say her life has just begun!
But you know, fifty-per cent of the American dreams get broken.
One-half of the brides and grooms pay lawyer’s fees.
And fifty-per cent of the couples are coming uncoupled.
But the precise percentage of tears nobody sees.
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He put ten years on her eyes in a single morning.
He didn’t do much to her except walk away.
He never raised a hand and he never raised too damned much money.
But he left her fifty-per cent of his final pay.
She’s holding two jobs and she’s holding her little heart together
The children make their own beds and breakfast, too.
The women’s magazines provide advice—and coupons.
And her Mama and her sister drop by, to see her through.
There’s no hard feelings, they’re the best of friends, still.
He takes the children on Sunday afternoon.
She’s liberated from love, she’s her own person.
And no one sees her cry except the moon.
She’s taking two classes down at the local college,
A book-keeping course and volleyball 101.
She’s twenty-eight, she’s changed her hair, she’s jogging!
And her friends down at work say her life has just begun!
But you know, fifty-per cent of the American dreams get broken.
One-half of the brides and grooms pay lawyer’s fees.
And fifty-per cent of the couples are coming uncoupled.
But the precise percentage of tears nobody sees.
I would look down that desolate street
Where you and I would meet.
In my eyes I see you walking towards me
And my heart would skip a beat.
I’d see the smile upon your face
And feel the tenderness of your embrace.
I’d hear your laughter echoing in my ears
Which would take away the tears.
This street of memories stays in my mind
For my love for you leaves me blind.
The store fronts that we would go into
To get out of the rain.
And look at the children with their
Noses against the window panes.
This street which is walked by every one
Will never tell the things we’ve done.
When we opened up a fire hydrant
So that the children could play
Then we laughed and ran away.
The day that we looked to see
If any cops were around
And tried to fry eggs on the ground.
And when we tied a frank on our dogs tail
He would go in circles and start to wail.
Then we would give him his favorite treat
A cold ice cream to beat the heat.
These are the things I recall
As I look down this street.
This street where you and I would meet !
When you happened, I believed in magic, in faeries,
princely men and love, in good prevailing over evil.
I believed in God, in angels and salvation
but most of all, I believed in magic, in miracles…
Perhaps a prince without a horse,
no gold, no carriage, no kingdom
but I believed in love and was carried away.
I was ready to slay monsters, build castles with bare hands…
loving you felt like magic,
I believed in you and I believed in us.
A simple fare, a country kingdom, our own Tir-na-nOg,
I appreciated everything, the daily battles, the closeness of you,
spare potatoes, children giggling in their sleep…
…it was magic…
Sixteen years, I still believed in you,
still appreciated spare potatoes, children giggling in their sleep,
the close exhaustion at a battles end.
I woke one morning, cold, alone, terrified
in the mêlée of living on love I stopped believing in fairies,
good defeating evil, God and angels…magic and miracles
But I still believed in you…in us…
and you were gone.
Come home my child
for my Love for you I can not hide
Come home my child
for to you my arms are open wide
I am sorry if somehow we have not been able to stay in touch
but you can be assured that I Love you very very much
Come home my child
you are the apple of my eye
you mean everything to me
and that's the way it will always be
Come home my child
I'll welcome you no matter what you say or do
come home my child
my Love will always be here for you
I understand if you need to take a little more time
for in my heart you'll always be mine.
How much parents dote on their children and Love them so much, We are all Gods' children
and he Loves' us more than anything, he waits for us to return home just like any Loving
parent does, he waits with his arms open wide, his door will never be closed when you knock
he will answer, to all Gods' Lost children everywhere he truly Loves you and he will always
care, Just call on him and he will be there. God bless you all from Diane.
In most cultures families are timid to show their affections
to their children, perhaps, if they were more adoring and affectionate
their children would not succumb to drug ailments,
suicide and bad company,
Some parents think over emoting makes the children too comfy,
Yet, the Europeans feel no shame to call their spawns
endearing names, smothering them with love from birth,
going beyond male-female barriers and showing their adoration
with whimsical kisses to make their children feel cherished,
While, around the rest of the globe,
many stifle their public displays of caring,
and their families wither away from lack
of attention, like flowers they disintegrate
right before their beloveds' eyes,
because they feel too awkward
to show the emotions they have been suppressing,
The feelings go unexpressed, and they succumb to lives
that are depressing.
A young man in the carpenter trade,
Was proud of the things that he made.
His production was fine
Top of the line,
When he sold them was very well paid.
Then he got lonely they say,
He wanted to marry Ann Gray.
The love of his life
She would make a good wife,
And give him some children one day!
So he courted her for a while,
With a gracious charm and style.
He got down on one knee
Said “will you marry me”,
Then she said “of course” with a smile.
That was a long time ago,
And they’re still very happy you know.
With three children they’re blessed
And their life’s been the best,
And they just move along with the flow!