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In life, he stood resolute
Trying in vain, or so we thought, but he did not, to outshine the sun
His brightness shocked me each chance I had to look at him
He reached upward, as if to say, I can outgrow, the sun too
But sadly, he was visited by mortality and his colors faded
He started to droop, he lost his tall stance
His petals curled and dried, turning brittle
And when I saw him again, I pitied him and shed a tear.

But in death, he moved me more than he did in life, for he stayed.
We pulled him from the pot, but there he stood upon the stairs
Just begging, throw me away, I am spent

But alas, I did not have the strength to grant that wish
And years later, there he still sat upon those purple stairs
Until the very day we moved away.
He could still be there, sitting, waiting, in his delay

Hoping these photos work
Sunflower in life=

Sunflower in death=

There is something in the sky,
And I'm asking myself Why?
Seeing the light so dim,
Standing on the grass with my hands so firm.

There is something in the horizon,
And it looks somewhat like a mizen
There is a big fleet,
letting out a lot of heat.

Running away from my fears
just like the deer
Locking myself up in a room,
sharing my space with half a broom.

I want to sleep
but there is no heap.
I felt like going to the shore,
but i cant for there is war.

Do angels cry?
Do shadows fly?
far away from today, tomorrow and yesterday..
and can we really say,
we know the figure that shadows us along our way?
Until the day my shadow and I become one, but only in heavens light can this be done..

Father I miss you,the tears I couldn't hold back as I leaned over to kiss you.Knowing you were near death,I could only stand watching,weeping,as you took your last breath.My mood,my world all turned black.The anger I felt,just wanted more time,wanted you back.My love for life died with you,my heart,my soul,now painted blue.The years that have passed,this hurt,it lasts and lasts.Time doesnt heal all wounds,the pain I feel,the anger still looms.You were my mentor,always my hero.Listen to me now,this thing I know.It cant take away the pain,and sometimes I still cry,but even though you have made your way to Heaven,I will always hold you in my heart,this place,where Angels never die......

As the sun slowly sinks so my life sinks with it
All my dreams, my hopes, my life long ambitions
They are all gathered around me to give comfort
I have no gold or money, no wealth amassed
My wealth is my family giving love to the last
I curse not for time taken away from me
But I give thanks to the last for this life
This life of love and goodness all around
There is a sadness that I must leave my beloved family
But I know that they are all in good hands
They will look out for each other at all times
Already I can feel the angels gathering to guide me home
And peace settles around my barely beating heart
It is at these last moments of life I see my family
As the last breath of life slips from my body
I can see the angels rushing to collect me

Every once in awhile
When I’m feeling down and low
I call your old phone number
In hopes that heaven reconnects your phone
My heart hurts a little more each time
The operator answers

I’m gonna keep calling just in case
You ever decide to pick up the phone

Oh sweet lady
Where have you gone?
I need your comforting words
And your careless laugh

Times are getting harder
I need your advice
Something mom and dad wouldn’t understand
There’s so much more that I wanted you to see
I’ve come this far in life

Damn it hurts so much
I really wish that you were still here with me

Please pick up the phone
Life would be so much easier if you had a answering machine
I would leave you my new number
And say ‘come on grandma look at the new me’
Never want to stop hoping.

If thou loved, then love's not lost,
despite the breath that's ceased to be.
Fond oceanic joys secure the memory,
although on grief-stricken seas toss'd,
earth's soft pillow cradles thy noble head
and calms the storm that tormented thee.
Now, a life retraced shall immortal be,
in sweet silence that around thee spread,
tho' sad-eyed tears count the cost.
Courage with stronger heart may say
to heaven; we've given the best of day,
where love's love shalt ne'er be lost,

Thus to redeem from oblivion e'er we will
remembered years, bathed in sunlight still.

The
old Oak
tree was in
pretty bad shape. It
had been hit by lightning in 78.
Kids climbed on it and broke some
branches. About 50 feet away there was
a wild cherry, it's bark was very smooth and
it's leaves so green. Every year it made such pretty
white flowers. The wild cherry was just a twig when
the old Oak saw her. The old Oak had a kind heart and
welcomed her to the forest for he knew the wild cherry
needed his help in the growing game. Everyday he would
say good morning to the wild cherry and she would respond
in kind. They talked for hours about everything there was.
She wished she could move like the deer and the squirrels but
her roots aren't legs nor were the old Oaks. Sometimes it would
rain and sometimes it would snow, but through it all, he was
there to guide her and she to learn. He told her things that only
an old Oak knows and she told him of her dreams and fears
and hopes. Then one day the men came with their saws to cut
him down. She screamed but of course they couldn't hear
her, everyone knows trees can't make a sound, at least
not the kind you can hear. The old Oak tree was in
pretty bad shape. It had been hit by lightning in 78
It was time for it to go, and everyone knew it
Now the wild cherry is alone in the woods.
Her grief is boundless because she
lost her friend, her mentor,
her “Daddy". But
the most
important
lesson he
taught her
he taught
her from
the wood pile.
Old Oak trees don't last
forever, and sometimes you
get no second chance to tell him
thanks for everything he's done

Here I sit inside these walls
A prison not of my making
I stare out through shuttered bars
The world revolves around me

All you see is a broken shell
My chin has drool dribbling
There is no way you I can tell
Inside this shell here is me

One minute my life was great
The next a bullet did end it
So here I sit now a broken man
And no-one knows I'm in here

I never thought it would end this way
If I had a chance i would ask God could u stay
We always had our ups and down
But at the end of the day we both came around
U was born Sept 6 I was proud of the blessing that God had sent to me
I never thought my son wouldnt live to c 23
At the end of his life my son knew his plan
He wasnt scared to die that when I saw my son become a man
He said in his own words mom dont let them doctors tell u that he would be alright
He raise up and said God was waiting on him and he saw the light
As a parent you should never have to bury a son as a child u planned all his goals but one thing my son said before he died at least the devil didnt get his soul.
So i say to him son REST IN PEACE u lived a short life u left me last yr sept twenty three