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That's not me That's not me in that box I'll not be shrouded Or cushioned on silk Do not dress me in cotton Perfect
Please-- Do not tell me you cannot help. When all that is asked is a Healing Thought. Just a heart felt wish for those in need. Nothing sold! And nothing
You snuggle up and go to sleep. And the moment that you do. When safely into dreamland. Your Spirit takes its leave of you. And, once free to wander where
Come with me. And let me be your guide. And let us take. A trip along The Road of Life. That we Spirits choose to make Our start point is The Summer Land.
My heart is bleeding for your short life Your life was so short but it will live for so long in my memories & in my heart In my mind you are dead in my
You taught me how to be strong. now I feel so weak once more a child sat at your feet. as we meet to say goodbye I may or may not cry, it's not I don't
Mother you're gone too soon. Heavenly father took you away so far from the moon. When I open my eyes I see you. But no one else to see but my father, my
I can truly say-- I have made it through. And have journeyed through my grief. But it took time to reach-- where I am now. For the journey was not brief.
Death is just a part of life that everyone must see, I’ve tackled sorrow, aches and pain, I’ll tackle this with glee, Death is just a word we use for
A letter to my father. He died one day short of 3 months from pancreatic cancer.my mother told us he slept for a long time one day,when he woke up he said
You're in our hearts forever And will always be our guide When we need you to be here We'll know you're by our side Our memories we will hold dear And
If you believe in God the Father. And if you believe his son. was crucified upon a cross, to cleanse the sins of everyone. If you believe each one of
GONE HOME Does love still last? Then do not weep for me When from this mortal cast I am at length set free. For I am free, and gone is all my pain. If
To lose one you love on Christ's Birthday. At first, seems a heartbreaking thing. However. When placed in perspective. The privilege is quite plain to
Go down to the Sea once more, Old Sailor. For where else would an Old Jack Tar be? But riding the waves, and tasting the brine. Out there on God's Heavenly
He stood in threadbare uniform. His Kit Bag by his side. Looking at the Gates of Heaven. And wondering if he'd be denied. I'm not sure I should be here,
You work miracles with words. Thank you so much. It's really means so much to have a poem that is original and thoughtful. I'm blessed to have came across
My love, forget about the bad times. And try in your mind's eye. To see me as I used to be. As I was in days gone by. And every time you think of me.
Darling, thank you for the lovely rose you placed within my hand. It is still as fresh and fragrant. And blooming in the Summer Land. I also heard you
There is a strength for you and me=== 'tis that_________we call faith. And as the sea dashes on the _________ To no avail So storms