Although I do not live in the US, this day has affected all of us. I remember the day it happened, I was at work going on my lunch break. Walking down the hall people were surronding a television screen, when I finally pushed my way through to see what the interest was I could not believe my eyes. I cryed for all those people who lost their lives that day, and the families that lost their loved ones.
Do you remember what you were doing when you heard the news of 911??
Towers of Life
They stood hushed and glimmering in the night, Giants able to frame the moon, Slumbering magnificently in their might.
Day breaks and the sun gently warms their skin, Veins begin to pulse with life, The sprit of a thousand of kin.
Evil tears towards them through the brilliant morning sky, Propelled by the blackest of hate, Guided by a lie.
Barely risen they stand with no defense, Innocent and distracted they are not prepared, The pain about to be inflicted intense.
Like a bolt of lighting that shatters the morn, Evil crashes once then twice into their sides, Their bodies are scorched and torn.
Horribly crippled they continue to stand, Holding onto life until the last, Orders are given, they take the command.
The battle is brief, the giants begin to yield, Life drains from every artery, Their fate is sealed.
Collapsing to zero, First to one knee then to the next, From their dust will emerge so many a hero.
My biggest concern about a new relationship is my children, they are my life and I am not sure I could find someone to truly except them and treat them like they would their own. I just keep saying to myself..."if he truly loves me, he will love them too".
I am not saying I am having a problem, I was just seeing what others point of views were. I don't believe love is something you should ever give up on.
To be honest, I am not sure if I am ready to date or not. I do know although that if I do not atleast put myself out there and give it a chance, I may be missing out on a wonderful person.
I dated a single father for 8yrs, and I loved his children as much as my own. Now that we are no longer together, I still stay in contact with my three step children. The only problem I found was that he would treat the children differently, his children could do no wrong and my children were always wrong. Sometimes I wondered if it was because my children were around all the time and his were only with us once and awhile.
Another wonderful poem my friend, I am so happy you have fournd someone to make you feel special in everyway you deserve. With the wonderful heart and soul you have, there is no doubt that you too can heal his heart hun.
Your little girl is in my prayers hun, there is nothing worse then seeing your own child go through pain. I will also say a prayer for you, for God to carry you through this.
Sometimes when hard times hit you can not help it at all, you do what you have to and try and get out of it. I am not sure if i would say it is spiritual or not, but i do believe that we all have a purpose and we have to go through certain things to become the people we are meant to be.
mosquitos don't have teeth they have needle noses but then again this is paws we are talking about I think he only uses them to nibble though, atleast that is the impression I get.
am I not there yet.....jeesh it feels like I have been wading for hours........boy am I getting tired .....but I will not give up till I save you my friend I am coming hold on.......
Remembering 911
Although I do not live in the US, this day has affected all of us. I remember the day it happened, I was at work going on my lunch break. Walking down the hall people were surronding a television screen, when I finally pushed my way through to see what the interest was I could not believe my eyes. I cryed for all those people who lost their lives that day, and the families that lost their loved ones.Do you remember what you were doing when you heard the news of 911??
Towers of Life
They stood hushed and glimmering in the night,
Giants able to frame the moon,
Slumbering magnificently in their might.
Day breaks and the sun gently warms their skin,
Veins begin to pulse with life,
The sprit of a thousand of kin.
Evil tears towards them through the brilliant morning sky,
Propelled by the blackest of hate,
Guided by a lie.
Barely risen they stand with no defense,
Innocent and distracted they are not prepared,
The pain about to be inflicted intense.
Like a bolt of lighting that shatters the morn,
Evil crashes once then twice into their sides,
Their bodies are scorched and torn.
Horribly crippled they continue to stand,
Holding onto life until the last,
Orders are given, they take the command.
The battle is brief, the giants begin to yield,
Life drains from every artery,
Their fate is sealed.
Collapsing to zero,
First to one knee then to the next,
From their dust will emerge so many a hero.
The question is asked,
How can such evil exist.