Alberta Scott

Mum...

You'd felt so very lonely Mum,
ever since Dad had died
But you can walk together now,
forever side by side

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Always ready to do her best,
With a heart so true and tender,
She devoted her life to those she loved,
And those she loved remember

Anne Scott (Daughter)

May 27, 2010

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Under The Clouds
Ⓒ Ferna Lary Mills

I'm fascinated these days
by clouds, you see,
as they scoot across the sky.
Do they look the same
From Heaven above,
as they appear to my mortal eye?

Do they look as white
compared to angels wings
as they seem to be down here?
Or are they dusty,
gray and dim?
Not as surreal as they appear?

In my thoughts I wonder
about many things
seen from an ethereal eye.
For maybe that's what
it really takes
to thoroughly understand "why".

Why does grief
seem to take so long
and why does it cause such pain?
Why does someone
have to die
in order to live again?

Maybe my grief
is like the clouds,
and one day the hurting will stop,
when I begin
to look at it,
not from below, but from the top!

I know that God
has an order for things
designed with His own pure love.
Tears, like raindrops,
are down below,
but the Sunshine is up above.

Mel Xxxxx

April 6, 2010

My attempt at putting some thoughts to paper…I hope you like it! xxx

I Pledge To You.

To never take things for granted
Nor live my life in vain,
I know you wanted the best for me
You taught me to smile through the rain.
*♥* *♥*
We surely have a purpose
Although sometimes it just isn’t clear,
When you were taken away from me
The smiles just turned to tears.
*♥* *♥*
I know you are in a better place
Or so I am always told,
You deserve the very best, my angel
To stroll down streets of gold.
*♥* *♥*
I have so much to live for
There is beauty all around,
Your love and strength live on
And truly can be found…
…in the magic of a sunrise,
…the mystery of the moon
…in the raindrops that softly glisten,
…the songbird’s heavenly tune.
*♥* *♥*
There will be days that just overwhelm me
These, I will no longer dread,
Memories of old I shall draw on
We are linked by an unbreakable thread.
*♥* *♥*
I love you always and forever
These few words are used and worn,
But never will they be meaningless
I can’t wait to see you again, with the new dawn.
*♥* *♥*

Ⓒ Melanie Doe

Mel Xxxxx

April 5, 2010

♥ Grief never ends, but it changes.
♥ It’s a passage, not a place to stay,
♥ The sense of loss must give way, if we are to value the life that was lived,
♥ Grief is not a sign of weakness,
♥ Nor a lack of faith,
♥ It is the price of love…
(Anon)

Mel Xxxxx

February 24, 2010

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When a good person dies.

Night is coming on.
The last birds fly hurriedly to their nests.
Slowly but surely darkness takes possession of the world.
However, no sooner has darkness fallen,
than the lights begin to come on —
below us, around us, above us,
near us and far away from us —
a candle in a window, a lamp in a cellar,
a beacon in a lighthouse, a star in the sky.
And so we take heart and find our way again.
When a good person dies, darkness descends on us.
We feel lost, bereft, forlorn.
But gradually the lights begin to come on
as we recall the good deeds done by the deceased.
They spring up all over the place.
We are amazed at how much light is generated.
In this strange and beautiful light
we not only find our way,
but find the meaning of life itself.

Anon.

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Mel Xxxxx

February 15, 2010

†[♥]† My Grief †[♥]†

My heart does ache, the pain is there
Life's been a blur, so hard to bear.
The grief I feel, and much despair,
And say a prayer, And say a prayer.

Equivocal answers, we hear,
So many questions still unclear.
I cannot rest, I'll persevere.
I shed a tear, I shed a tear.

My love for you will never die
Upward I look, the big blue sky.
You're in Heaven, so way up high,
I wave good-bye, I wave good-bye.

Knowing you're in, a better place,
Where loved ones can hold and embrace,
'Tho the tears cascade down my face,
A state of grace, A state of grace.

Copyright Sherry 2005

Mel Xxxxx

February 3, 2010

Elegy for Your Absence
H.R. Hays

In that moment you sailed for all of death
Into profound oceans of silence
With long hours of sleeping pupils,
And a flock of doves caught in your dreams.

Now you are already in distant moonlight,
More yourself than in the arrows of your golden clock
Where you reckoned such a shoreless moment
For the thirst of wings that was burning on your shoulders.

You shall have vaulted seas stared at by inquietude,
Abysses in the timid solitude of your absence;
And in the night you shall have been delicate warm breeze
Close to that crumb of our amorous earth.

Long embrace of breath over the poppies
And a laugh and a song without words or music;
With a “Here I am,” glad of past wakefulness,
And a “forever” warm in the cool plain.

As you leave pressed in the arms of silence
The light of our words shall echo more clearly
And in each stanza of air an accent shall be entangled
And in each butterfly more wings shall be born to you.

Gladness of being alive for that eternal day,
Knowing yourself in the water, in the sun, and in the grass.
Among the clouds you shall make nativities of silver
And you shall discover your nest in a tree of stars.

Mel Xxxxx

January 12, 2010

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Adrift
Tessa Wilkinson

My anchor has lost its hold
I am adrift
My boat is going where it will
The sails are tattered and torn
The sea seems enormous and uncharted
It throws me hither and thither
Into the deepest, darkest trough of despair
Then up into the sunlight and for a while there is hope
Then back again into the darkness
Will my little craft be overwhelmed?
As the huge waves of grief engulf it, will it come up again?
And again and again?
They say 'time heals…'
Can my little boat be trimmed out with new sails?
Can it sail again into a calm harbour and put down its anchor?
Can the navigation system be mended, so I know where I am going?
In time, in time…
but not yet.
This storm has to be passed through, and then a time will come to re-enter the harbour and return to still waters.

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Mel Xxxxx

January 4, 2010

For Just A Moment
Copyright � 1995 by Brenda Penepent

For just a moment
I’m sure I saw
a flicker of light ahead.
Perhaps it was your smile.
Though past now, remembered,
in my heart
like the small sound of
a butterfly passing by.
No night
is so dark
that can not be brightened
with memories of you.
Raindrops carry along
your blessings from heaven
to wash away my tears
and bring me hope anew.

Mel Xxxxx

December 28, 2009

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Angel Of Christmas Cheer

I hear a flutter in the breeze
There is snow upon the ground
All the leaves have fallen
Not a single one to be found.

So it makes me ponder
On this lovely winter day
Could it be an angel?
In the snow at play?

I go ahead and build my snowman
I work with cheerful hands
Carrot nose and button eyes
To make him look so grand.

I think I hear a little giggle
A flutter in the breeze
I look up to see, who might be here
But it's, just my snowman and me.

With all this Yule time cheer
On my face I have a smile
Soon we will be singing songs
As we gather around the fire.

It's nearly time to go in
I'll soon be snug in bed
As I dream of sugar plums
Dancing in my head.

Now it's Christmas Morning
We gather around the tree
I look out the frost window
My eyes just can't believe!

A beautiful smile on my snowman
My hands could have never achieved
I walked the same snow prints
That I had made that very night.

Only one going to it, one coming back
As I look at the snowy base
I see a folded note;
Looking so mystified

With wonder on my face,
As I read the words
This is what it said,
"I enjoyed the wonderful evening
Seeing the joy your heart does hold,
But, there is more to this message
To you, that must be told.
Always remember...

The reason for this season
The night that Christ was born
All those that gathered
In the manger long ago.

Always remember His love and giving ways
Then you can have Christmas, every single day
And if you don't mind...
I would love to come next year

At the bottom was signed,
"Your Angel of Christmas Cheer"

� Brenda Conley ~ 2001
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Mel Xxxxx

December 21, 2009