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Kathryn Eddy Poem
As our time draws to a close,
Cherished times from my memory flows,
From p.e with Mrs. to religion class
"My, how the time did pass!"
For years I'd called this place home,
With the greatest family ever known,
Who're with me through thick and thin,
To thank you....I can't begin.
Right now I'd like to recall,
those times when we were small,
Fr. McDonald remember pointing a sword at me
Yelling "you" as the snow you'd seen?
To those who are no longer here,
I'd like to make this clear,
Even though you no longer see
I still consider you as family.
So much has changed with much time,
In this blessed place of mine,
When we were fairies in 7th grade,
To daughters who-for crimes paid.
So I'll thank you once again,
As our time must now end,
From here into the world we'll go,
From your teachings we must grow.
We'll never forget what we received here,
For had the thought not appeared
To this day we'd of never arrived,
Nowhere else could we of thrived!
Copyright © Kathryn Eddy | Year Posted 2018
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Kathryn Eddy Poem
As our time draws to a close,
Cherished times from my memory flows,
From p.e with mrs. to religion class
"My-how the time did pass."
For years I'd called this place home
With the best family ever known,
Who've been with me-thick and thin
To thank you...I can't begin.
Right now I would like to recall
Those times when we were small,
To those who left this life behind,
They will always stay in mind.
So much has changed with much time
In this blessed place of mine,
When we were fairies in 7th grade
To daughters who for crimes paid.
So we will thank you once again
As our time must now end,
From here into the world we'll go
Now this strength we must show.
We'll never forget what we received here,
For had the thought not appeared
To this day we'd of never arrived,
Nowhere else could we have thrived.
Copyright © Kathryn Eddy | Year Posted 2018
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Kathryn Eddy Poem
When I was young so long ago,
Threatened I was though I didn't know,
My parents feared as to my fate,
Afraid that the doctors would be too late.
And the doctors did all that they could,
For the fear of my parents they understood,
They opened my skull and saw the mass,
Knowing that they had to work fast.
Many at the time thought those efforts to be in vain,
As my life the tumor continued to drain,
But those doctor's efforts weren't destined to be lost,
For God had not let my death be the cost.
To show that I understand what it is you're going through,
My choir is here to carol for you,
For Christmas is the time of giving; as God's done,
And I do hope this will bring peace to everyone
Copyright © Kathryn Eddy | Year Posted 2018
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Kathryn Eddy Poem
The sun beamed down on the village below,
But yet no one seemed to know,
For near the shallows of the shore
A man rocked back and forth
sobbing like none before.
In his arms there a body was,
And he the only one to know the cause,
For this woman he seemed to know,
As his conduct seemed to relate
What appeared to be her fate.
Thereafter this tragedy took place,
Haunted features marked upon his face,
The day which he would not forget,
Visions of her ghost often visited him
And the light at the end of the tunnel dim.
Copyright © Kathryn Eddy | Year Posted 2018
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Kathryn Eddy Poem
Today I hoped to achieve something great,
Something many would consider a heroic trait,
Giving plasma to those in need,
With the hope that the doctor's treatments would succeed.
Taking me back after a two hour wait,
I realized there were some things which they needed to set straight,
For while I appeared as well as could be,
There was my underlying problem of epilepsy.
I suspected beforehand what I was to be told,
All things considered I kept myself controlled,
For even though it'd have to wait 3 years,
I realized that I had no great fears.
As I refused to be distressed,
For I knew that I'd done my best,
I knew also what seemed as a setback to some
Was still a chance of a lifetime to come.
I'll wait to help those in anyway open to me,
Even if this path has yet to be seen,
My chance will come again someday,
And I refuse to let my enthusiasm fade away.
~ What people thought~
Sarah Gosa - I wondered while I was reading if it was the medication or the condition of epilepsy that kept you from being able to donate your plasma and what is the significance of three years. Enjoyed the voice of someone wanting to help out in their community. There are other ways to be of public service if this is not a good fit for you. It is defeating when we want to help but for some reason we can't. I had epilepsy as a child and have also donated my blood in the past so I could relate to the feelings in your poem. The last time I donated blood they separated the platelets out and pumped saline back into my veins, if I remember correctly. I hope you find an enjoyable way to spend your time. Thank you so much for sharing your poem with me.
Noble Knight - Epilepsy, there is a subject I know too well. Grand poem amazing job
ALW89 - I really enjoyed this. Your tone went from excited to give yourself to others, then you showed your defeat. Seemingly having an illness like epilepsy can be an internal set back, since you appear well on the outside. Your writing showcased that and the poem ended with hope and put a nice spin on the defeat. Being in the medical profession I was really inspired by this.
Copyright © Kathryn Eddy | Year Posted 2020
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Kathryn Eddy Poem
Do you remember when we first met?
That day I have yet to forget,
I sat at a table staring ahead
While not a word to me was ever said.
When suddenly you had come by,
Deciding it was worth giving me a try,
We were soon friends before I knew,
I realized there wasn't a thing I wouldn't do for you.
And every year on fall festival day,
By you is where I'd always stay,
With joy so pure-all could see,
That there was nowhere else I would rather be.
And that is how it always went,
With you-Therese-my time I had spent,
Never had I thought this would end,
I had always thought I could face all God would send.
A cross I've carried 3 long years,
Is that if this misunderstanding is not cleared,
I'll have lost a precious treasure,
I will have lost you-Therese-my friend forever.
For me this foreshadowing always looms overhead,
So on careful grounds I'll continue to tread,
And until I can make things right
I will always do my very best to continue the fight.
This is why I do not go,
For I can not let any pain show,
It'll only prove I've not moved on,
Or accepted the fact that my friend is gone.
This is a note to those who try to force me into our fall festival. It tells them why I don't go. I hope that this will one day reach my friend. Actions speak louder than words. This tells her just how true that quote is.
Copyright © Kathryn Eddy | Year Posted 2019
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Kathryn Eddy Poem
Everyone has a dream they wish to come true,
And I'm sure there's nothing they wouldn't do,
Whether to gain money or to become a superstar
Whatever the case it doesn't matter how far.
For if their desire is truly that strong,
For that goal they will continue on and on,
This fact is something that none can refute
Even if the reasoning they can not possibly compute.
And so such is the case for me,
And now I will tell you all this honestly:
Though I don't have much to offer anyone
That does not mean I'm going to run.
I want to make differences if I can,
So much more than anyone could try to comprehend,
I want to try even if I fail,
Right now there isn't a path I wouldn't scale.
But what's the desire I wish to fulfill?
What was in my mind that did instill?
To save lives in a way open to me
A live organ donor is what I'll be!
Copyright © Kathryn Eddy | Year Posted 2018
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Kathryn Eddy Poem
In my time I begin to find,
What I myself must leave behind,
With much pain I'll begin to see,
That though we may not agree,
A time of Change is what it'll be.
Days of young have passed on by,
As they go we may sigh,
For now anther year gone by,
We keep in mind of what it'll be,
A time of Change our lives will see.
As the days will start to fly,
The time will eventually come along,
When we will have to move on,
Until at least we have learned
That on and on the tides must turn.
Copyright © Kathryn Eddy | Year Posted 2018
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