For my daughter

For my daughter, Shannon

With Tender Love, Mom

Irreparableness

I have been in the meadows all the day,
    And gathered there the nosegay that you see,
    Singing within myself as bird or bee
    When such do field-work on a morn of May.
     But now I look upon my flowers, decay
    Has met them in my hands, more fatally
    Because more warmly clasped,-and sobs are free
    To come instead of songs. What you say,
    Sweet counselors, dear friends? that I should go
    Back straightway to the fields to gather more?
    Another, sooth, may do it, but not I.
    My heart is very tired, my strength is low,
    My hands are full of blossoms plucked before,
    Held dead within them till myself shall die.

    Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806-1861

If I could use this magic wand
I'd wave it everyday
In hopes that you'd be better
And find health and peace to today

If I could wave this magic wand
I'd do it just for you
Because I know you're saddened
And I know you feel so blue

But we really don't have magic wands
Not on this earth we trod
Just keep the faith in Jesus
And believe in Almighty God...

~Angel Hugs to you, Shannon~

Love, Shari