Francis Doe

♥ Four Candles ♥

The first candle represents our grief.
The pain of losing you is intense.
It reminds us of the depth of our love for you.
This second candle represents our courage.
To confront our sorrow,
To comfort each other,
To change our lives.
This third candle we light in your memory.
For the times we laughed,
The times we cried,
The times we were angry with each other,
The silly things you did,
The caring and joy you gave us.
This fourth candle we light for our love.
We light this candle that your light will always shine.
As we enter this holiday season and share this night of remembrance
with our family and friends.
We cherish the special place in our hearts
that will always be reserved for you.
We thank you for the gift
your living brought to each of us.
We love you.
We remember you.

Unknown Author

Mel Xxxxx (Granddaughter) 2 weeks ago

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I need to say goodbye although you're with me.
I stand beside your grave, yet you are here.
I miss you terribly and hope you miss me,
But when I turn to you, you're always near.
I talk to you as though you lived within me,
Not changed but simply moved in from outside.
I know each day you must a little leave me,
But here, as always, you must be my guide.
You were and are and will be, just as ever,
In many minds and hearts, not only mine.
No physical event can such love sever;
Death is a dimension, not a line.
And so goodbye does not mean you are gone:
So long as I still love you, you live on.

Copyright by
Nicholas Gordon

Dawn Walker 2 weeks ago

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13TH NOVEMBER 2009

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Jude Swaddle 2 weeks ago

~ Snow ~
(Tessa Wilkinson)

The snow arrived unannounced.
It overwhelmed everything.
Changed the landscape so it was unrecognisable.
No one was prepared.
My grief feels like that snowstorm.
I feel changed, weighed down by the burden.
Trying to negotiate the new environment around me.
Not knowing where I am going.
Looking for familiar landmarks.
I feel cold and miserable and ill equipped in this new place unvisited before.
But I know in time the snow will melt and return the landscape to some semblance of normality.
And I know in time my grief will diminish and I will find my way forward again, back to a world that I recognise, changed, but familiar.
Spring does always come after winter and hope will return.

Mel Xxxxx (Granddaughter) 2 weeks ago

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In the soft and dusky evening, Angels all around me fly...
I can see their wings of moonlight, I can hear the songs they sigh...
Through that troubles that assail me, in this place of tears and woe, may I feel their soft embraces with me everywhere I go.
Let me always 'see' my Angels...let me always 'feel' their love. Know that they are always with me, Heavens helpers from above.
In the evening of my sojourn, comes the time I must depart, may my Angels cluster closely, weaving peace around my heart.
In the soft and dusky evening, Angels all around me fly...
I can see their wings of moonlight, I can hear the songs they sigh...
"Are you there"....I whisper. No answer comes to stir the evening soft and fair.
"Are you there?".... I ask again. Silence spreads its balm on heavy summer air.
"You see I really need you!...need to know your really there....need to feel your comfort and compassion...for burdens much too heavy for me alone to bare"....
Again no answer.
Slowly and Sadly I rise, and run distracted fingers through my hair.
What's this?....a soft and downy feather, white as drifting snow and sparkling like frost in winters air!
Thank you! Oh thank you.....for answering my prayer

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Leza Angel Carolines Mum (Friend) 2 weeks ago

The truest words of all I will not forget you
You are in my waking thoughts,
my sweetest memories, my dearest dreams.
I will not forget you
You have touched my soul, opened my eyes,
changed my very experience of the universe.
I will not forget you.
I see you in the flowers, the sunset,
the sweep of the horizon
and all things that stretch to infinity.
I will not forget you.
I have carved you on the palm of my hand.
I carry you with me forever.

Ellen Sue Stern

Mel Xxxxx (Granddaughter) 2 weeks ago

The Final Inspection

The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

'Step forward now you soldier
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my Church have you been true?'

The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
'No Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Cause the world is awfully rough.

But I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep.....
Though I worked alot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here Lord,
It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.

There was silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly
For the judgment of his God.

'Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.

Author Unknown

Diane Stanley 2 weeks ago

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No further away than a picture,
A smile or remembered phrase,
Our loved ones live in memory,
So close in many ways.

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For how often does a sunset,
Bring nostalgic thought to mind,
Of moments that our
Loved one shared,
In days now left behind.

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How often has a flower,
Or a crystal summer sky,
Brought golden reflections,
Of happy times gone by!

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Yes, memory has a magic way,
Of keeping loved ones near,
Ever close in mind and heart,
Are the ones we hold most dear

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Unknown

Leza Angel Carolines Mum (Friend) 2 weeks ago

In Flanders Fields
Poem by John McCrae 1872-1918

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard 'mid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep
Though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Mel Xxxxx (Granddaughter) 2 weeks ago

11th November 2009

✿..LET US REMEMBER THEM...✿

✿ 'Please wear a poppy', the lady said
and held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old, and lined with care;
But beneath the scars the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.✿

✿ A boy came wistling down the street,
Bouncing along, on care free feet
His smile was full of joy and fun,
'Lady', said he, 'May I have one?'
When she pinned it on, he turned to say,
'Why do we wear a poppy today?'✿

✿ The lady smiled in her wistful way,
and answered, 'This is Rememberance Day,
And the poppy there is the symbol for,
the gallant men who died in war,
and because they died you and I are free--
Thats why we wear a poppy, you see'.✿

✿ 'I had a boy about your size,
with golden hair and big blue eyes.
He loved to play and jump and shout,
free as a bird he would race about.
As the years went by, he learned and grew
and became a man--as you will, too.' ✿

✿ 'He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
but he'd seemed with us such a little while
When war broke out and he went away,
I still remember his face that day.
When he smiled at me and said'Good-bye,
I'll soon be back, mom, so please don't cry'.✿

✿ 'But the war went on and he had to stay,
and all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight,
(I can see it in my dreams at night),
with the tanks and guns and cruel Barbed wire,
and the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire.'✿

✿'Till at last the war was won-
and thats why we wear a poppy son'.
The small boy turned as if to go,
Then said 'Thanks lady, I'm glad to know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight,
But your Son-- did he come back alright?'✿

✿ A tear rolled down each faded cheek;
she shook her head, but didn't speak.
I slunk away in a sort of shame,
and if you were me you'd have done the same;
For our thanks, in giving, is oft delayed,
though our freedome was bought-and thousands paid.✿

✿ And so when we see a poppy worn, let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their very all
and asked to answer their country's call
That we at home in peace might live.
Then wear a poppy. Remember-- and give!✿

✿ Lest we forget......✿

Copyright ~ 2009 by Blair Leger & ilovepoetry.com

Mel Xxxxx (Granddaughter) 2 weeks ago