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| Mother and Daughters Many years of precious memories you gave, Offering strenght in your gentle arms, Taking time from the busyness to play, Helping mold and shape, oh the sacrifices made, Everything you did was done in love, Rendering your kindness and patience, Dependent now on those you raised, After all the years things have changed, Using the gifts you gave , to makes us, us, Giving back the memories you forgot, Helping you to fight when you feel like giving up, Trying to hold back the tears, Ever mindful of the respect you have earned, Returning to you all the smiles and huggs, No matter what this fight is faught beside you, Only giving back to you , Love....you mom. God bless you Momma, and may he always hold you close to him and love you as much as I do. Trish I |
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| Dream Play Looking out my window one dark and breezy night, I gazed upon a star, Then I saw the moon come out, but not so very far, When suddenly this picture grew very bright, For the sun had filled the sky, yet is was not up there very high. As I sat and stared at this I felt quite insane, because before I knew what happened it began to rain. So I went out to play. It wasn't very long before the stars began to fall, Much to my astonishment they weren't up there very high after all. As they fell I picked them up and heald them in my hand, they shined so brightly I could see across the land. Then I cried... for when I looked back down, they had fallen to the ground. So wet and cold and quite confused I went inside. I looked outside the window, but the star had died. I closed door and pulled the shade and tried to clear my head, I drifted off to sleep. When is a dream so far away, I felt a familiar breeze, Braze across my feet. Trish I |
| Silent Few We are of the few, To see the things that others can not, To hold what is pure, To laugh at our pain, To find the strenght in our weakness, To respect the danger in our wisdom, To see beauty where none ca be found, To weep for the happiness of man, For his time is short. All is ours to have, To endure where others fail, To touch the end of time, To dream beyond the reach of mans mind, To realize what is. The many shall pass, But we are of the silent few, We are now and forever. In loving memory of my Dad Trish I |
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| MY MOM |