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| Yesterday I heard your voice, Today that voice is still I yearn to hear it once again I know I always will. Yesterday I touched your face As you were safe in bed If I could kiss you just once more And stroke your precious head. You touched my life so briefly but the magic lingers on It goes to bed with me at twilight and wakes with me at dawn. If I live until forever till my eyes no longer see, My mind will forever remember What you were and are to me.. Forever in my heart. I love you Brett August 30, 1978 ~ June 12, 1997 Teri Stamos |
| Little One, Little One Little one, little one, Where have you gone? Your going has darkened The brightest dawn. Why did you leave us So soon, so soon? Where can we look for you? Over the moon? On butterflies' wings? In the heart of a rose? Who knows, who knows Where a little one goes? Where have I gone, I am not so small. My soul is as wide As the world is tall. I have gone to answer The call, the call Of the One who takes Care of us all. Wherever you look, You will find me there - In the heart of a rose, In the heart of a prayer. On butterflies' wings, On wings of my own, To you, I'm gone, But I'm never alone - I'm over the moon. I am home. Author Unknown |
| The Lent Child I'll lend you for a little time, A child of mine He said, For you to love while she lives, and mourn when he is dead. It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three. But will you till I call him back take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief, You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return. But there are lessons taught down there, I want this child to learn. I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true, And from the throngs that crowd life lanes, I have selected you. Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labour vain, Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again? I fancied that I heard them say, Dear Lord, Thy will be done. For all the joy thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may, and for the happiness we've known, will ever grateful stay. But shall the angels call for him much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief comes and try to understand |