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| This is a poem that my Dad gave me... |
| I am thankful for the wife who says it's hot dogs tonight Because she is home with me and not with someone else For the husband who is on the sofa who is being a couch potato Because he is home with me and not out at the bars For the teenager who is complaining about doing dishes Because that means she is at home and not on the streets For the taxes I pay Because it means that I am employed For the mess to clean after a party Because it means that I have been surrounded by friends For the clothes that fit a little too snug Because it means I have enough to eat For my shadow that watches me work Because it means that I am out in the sunshine For a lawn that needs mowing and windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing Because it means I have a home For all the complaining I hear about the government Because it means that we have freedom of speech For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot Because it means I am capable of walking and that I have been blessed with transportation For my huge heating bill Because it means that I am warm For the lady behind me in church that sings off key Because it means that I can hear For the pile of laundry and ironing Because it means that I have clothes to wear For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day Because it means that I have been capable of working hard For the alarm that goes off early in the morning Because it means that I am alive And finally for too much email Because it means I have friends who are thinking of me |
| Oh Child of My Child Hope of my Hopes Dream of my Dreams You are born of my past En route to your future Even though you will learn What I only imagined Grow wise in things I only guessed Let me share this space and place with you Only then can I trust the future I will not live to see For no matter what riches I amass in the world You, the child of my child Are my truest legacy ~Unknown~ |
| Footprints in the sand One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was only one. This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, So I said to the Lord, You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me? The Lord replied, The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, It was then that I carried you. by Mary Stevenson |
| My Dad and I have always loved the poem, Footprints in the sand. When I was living at home, he had this beautiful wooden plaque, with the poem on it. I took that plaque and hung it on the wall in my room. My Dad always gave me a hard time about taking his plaque, but he never asked for it back. When I got married and moved out, I took it with me. And he still gave me a hard time about taking his plaque. But he still never asked for it back. Today that plaque hangs in the hall with pictures of my Dad.. |
| I miss my Dad... Behind the biggest storm clouds The wind and all that rain The sun shall rise above And we shall smile again Although there is a huge hole, an arrow through our hearts With love and precious memories We'll make a brand new start With the grace of a butterfly an eagle flying high The Lord has taken our precious Dad way up into the sky But with every forming rainbow and every river bend If we all smile together our hearts will start to mend So let's all smile together our Dad only to please and maybe with some time our pain will start to ease.... |
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| Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints on snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn's rain When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft star that shines at night Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there, I did not die. ~Author Unknown |