There is a book foretelling Life,
Our trials, tribulations, strife.
So many pages still unread
One knows not what lies ahead....
 
 

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        'Pledge to the Publican'- By Heather

Dearest,

Think not of days gone by,
But of times to come;
Not of moments lost,
But of moments won.

For ours is a Love that will
Last until the end of time.
I will be yours and
You will be forever mine.
                         PETER

(That one made me cry! ANNE)
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     'Thoughts of a Friend' - By Heather
 
He settled  on the grass in front of the grave, gazing down with love at the town.
cemeteries were such calm and peaceful places.
He remembered coming to  this very spot with Assumpta herself, she carrying her own small bunch of blooms for her loved ones.
She used to give him a hug and kiss him on the top of his head, thanking him for his patience.
She never did seem to grasp though, that he didn't mind at all. He loved her unconditionally
and as long as they were together he was happy.
Living together, walking together, spending time together. he had worshipped the very ground she'd walked on...
But now there was nothing left that he could see. Only a gravestone - soft grass on one side, a new a garden of roses on the other.
He was content for now with his happy memories and the scent of the sweet smelling flowers.
The gravestone's inscription rang true.
"Loved by many"
Assumpta had had so many friends.
...Fionn included.

(So did that one! ANNE)

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