tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25791837916476231702024-02-20T11:10:40.556-08:00Green Leaves IIAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-63385524145721625662013-07-15T09:45:00.001-07:002013-09-17T13:59:13.449-07:00WISHESI WISH YOU SUNSHINE THROUGH THE RAIN<br />
I WISH YOU STRENGTH THROUGH YOUR PAIN<br />
I WISH YOU ENDURANCE WHEN YOUR SPIRITS ARE LOW<br />
I WISH YOU FRIENDSHIP WHEN YOU FEEL ALONE<br />
I WISH YOU CALM WATERS AFTER THE STORMS<br />
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I WISH YOU SELFLESSNESS TO GIVE OTHER'S A HELPING HAND<br />
MAY YOU SEE THAT LIFE IS A GIFT<br />
MAY YOUR SELF AWARENESS ABOUND<br />
I WISH YOU BEAUTY AND EASE<br />
I WISH YOU FREEDOM FROM ALL SELF DOUBT<br />
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LIFE IS TO BE CELEBRATED...<br />
GRATITUDE IS THE PATH<br />
SO SING AND DANCE, LET THE MUSIC PLAY, REJOICE!<br />
GIVE YOUR TIME ON EARTH A PURPOSE, A VOICE<br />
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I WISH YOU A RADIANT AND GIVING HEART<br />
I WISH YOU A KIND SPIRIT THAT SOARS<br />
I WISH YOU LAUGHTER AND SMILES<br />
IN WISH YOU EYES TO SEE BEAUTY IN OTHERS AND YOURSELF<br />
ABOVE ALL ELSE, I WISH YOU LOVE<br />
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LOVE IS GIVEN FREELY<br />
BUT WE MUST ALL EARN TO KEEP<br />
I WISH YOU GRACE<br />
AND THE GLOW IN A CHILD'S FACE<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-83313611458063696012013-07-13T10:07:00.000-07:002013-07-15T12:23:19.326-07:00THE ANGELS ARE WATCHING YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES, MY BABY<br />
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CLOSE YOUR EYES, MY SWEET</div>
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THE SUN WILL WAIT 'TIL YOU AWAKE</div>
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THE ANGELS ARE GUARDING YOU</div>
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THE SUN WILL WAIT 'TIL YOU AWAKE</div>
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THE ANGELS ARE GUARDING YOU</div>
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CLOSE YOUR EYES, MY BABY</div>
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CLOSE YOUR EYES, MY SWEET</div>
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THE ANGELS ARE SMILING TOO </div>
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THE STARS ARE SHINNING</div>
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THE ANGELS ARE SIGHING TOO</div>
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THE ANGELS ARE SIGHING</div>
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CLOSE YOUR EYES, MY BABY</div>
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CLOSE YOUR EYES, MY PETE!</div>
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CLOSE YOUR EYES AND SLEEP</div>
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CLOSE YOUR EYES AND SLEEP</div>
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THE SUN WILL WAIT 'TIL YOU AWAKE</div>
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THE SUN WILL WAIT FOR YOU</div>
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THE SUN WILL WAIT 'TIL YOU AWAKE</div>
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THE SUN WILL WAIT FOR YOU<br />
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CLOSE YOUR EYES, MY BABY<br />
CLOSE YOUR EYES, MY SWEET<br />
CLOSE YOUR EYES, MY BABY<br />
CLOSE YOUR EYES, MY PETE...</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-64301741553670906852013-07-10T11:12:00.001-07:002013-07-10T18:26:26.130-07:00CHERISH THE NOWTHE NOW IS ALL WE HAVE<br />
YESTERDAY WAS YESTERDAY'S DREAM<br />
AND TOMORROW IS HOLLOWED GROUND<br />
ONLY TODAY'S LOVE COUNTS<br />
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MAY I LOVE YOU FOR THIS MOMENT?<br />
FOR THIS MOMENT CAN YOU BE MINE?<br />
FOR THIS MOMENT<br />
I CAN PROMISE, IT WILL BE THE BEST OF TIMES<br />
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LET'S FORGET ABOUT THE PAST<br />
LET'S FORGET WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN<br />
HOLD ME CLOSE AND THIS WILL BE OUR CHERISHED NOW<br />
PERHAPS, AS SWEET AS IT HAS EVER BEEN.<br />
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WHAT HAS BEEN, HAS BEEN<br />
WHAT WILL COME TOMORROW ONLY A FOOL WILL TELL<br />
TODAY AND TODAY'S EMBRACE<br />
FOR TODAY LET ME CARESS YOUR FACE<br />
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FEELING IS THE LIVING PASSION<br />
TODAY AND TODAY'S KISSES AND GENTLE TOUCH<br />
IS THE TODAY WE MUST HAVE<br />
ENDURING LOVE IS WHAT WE ALL LONG FOR SO MUCH<br />
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SO LET TODAY BE THE MOMENT<br />
ENGRAVED IN OUR HEARTS<br />
LE T TODAY BE THE MOMENT<br />
WE CHERISHED THE NOW...<br />
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..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-38013517781658733142013-07-08T15:44:00.000-07:002013-07-13T10:29:13.137-07:00REBIRTH FROM THE ASHESMY TEARS HAVE SUBSIDED<br />
YET, I AM LEFT WITH THE PAIN<br />
I HEAR MYSELF LAUGHING<br />
YET, ONLY HEAR MY MOURNFUL CRY<br />
I AM LIVING, BUT SLOWLY DYING INSIDE<br />
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DARLIN', I CAN'T FORGET YOU'RE GONE<br />
I AM SURROUNDED BY FAMILY AND FRIENDS<br />
I HEAR THEIR VOICES AND LAUGHTER<br />
IT SHOULD BE AS MUSIC TO MY EARS<br />
YET, IT ONLY BRINGS ME EMPTINESS AND TEARS<br />
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LIFE IS JUST NOT THE SAME, YOU ARE NOT HERE<br />
WHEN WILL IT LEAVE ME, THIS UNBEARABLE PAIN?<br />
MUST EVERY DAY OF SUNSHINE<br />
BE ANOTHER DAY OF ENDLESS, DEAFENING RAIN?<br />
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MY TEARS HAVE SUBSIDED<br />
YET, I AM LEFT WITH THE PAIN<br />
I AM SLOWLY CRAWLING OUT OF THE VALLEY OF DARKNESS<br />
MY TEARS ARE SUBSIDING<br />
YET, I AM LEFT WITH THE VOID<br />
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FROM THE ASHES I MUST GIVE BIRTH TO JOY<br />
FROM THE ASHES I MUST GIVE MY LIFE NEW MEANING<br />
I NOW AWAKEN WITH ONLY ONE PURPOSE<br />
TO LIVE WITH AN ABUNDANT HEART<br />
FOR IT IS ONLY THEN I CAN GIVE YOUR MEMORY A VOICE<br />
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FROM THE ASHES I SAW THE LIGHT<br />
THE TEARS WERE MY SALVATION<br />
I WALKED THROUGH THE STORM<br />
AND GAIN, I KNOW, LOVE IS SUBLIME!<br />
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REBIRTH FROM THE ASHES<br />
AGAIN, I REJOICE!<br />
IT TOOK A LONG , LONG TIME<br />
BUT NOW I KNOW...YOU HAVE NEVER LEFT ME<br />
AND NOW I KNOW, YOU NEVER WILL...<br />
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YOU WERE; YOU ARE STILL MINE!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-55272449612460712092013-06-12T07:53:00.000-07:002013-06-13T11:38:09.168-07:00LOVE FOR THE MOMENTONCE I WAS ASKED BY MY SON, PETER , LIKE A LOT OF CHILDREN MUST HAVE ASKED OTHER PARENTS, WHICH ONE OF US DID I LOVE THE MOST. I THOUGHT ABOUT IT FOR A FEW MOMENTS WANTING TO GIVE A GOOD ANSWER AND AN HONEST ONE.<br />
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"WELL, SON, I GUESS IT IS THE ONE THAT IS WITH ME AT THE MOMENT BECAUSE HE NEEDS ME AND WANTS ANSWERS FROM ME; ANSWERS ONLY I CAN GIVE YOU. BUT WHEN I HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER OR SISTER IN FRONT OF ME TALKING AND SHARING; IT IS THAT ONE". HE UNDERSTOOD AND WAS SATISFIED. HE SMILED, KNOWING THAT AT THAT MOMENT I LOVED HIM THE MOST .<br />
HE SCURRIED OUT TO PLAY, SMILING AS HE ALWAYS DID. IT WAS THE BEST ANSWER I COULD GIVE. AND OVER THE YEARS I HAVE FOUND OUT THAT WITH FRIENDS OR LOVERS, THE SAME HOLDS TRUE. WE LOVE THOSE WHO ARE WITH US AT THAT MOMENT; OTHERS CERTAINLY DISAGREE, BUT I DO NOT THINK HUMAN BEINGS ARE CAPABLE OF MORE. IF WE GIVE ONE OUR FULL ATTENTION WE REALLY CAN LOVE FOR THAT PRESENT MOMENT...NOW WHEN A MOTHER , LIKE MYSELF, THAT WAS LUCKY TO HAVE SIX CHILDREN AND WE GATHER FOR OUR FAMILY OUTINGS, I JUST GLOW; IT CAN BE OVERWHELMING AND I OFTEN GO TO ANOTHER ROOM WHERE I CAN BE ALONE AND I HAVE A SIMPLE PRAYER: "THANK YOU GOD, FOR THIS MOMENT"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-36786950661599672392013-06-07T15:06:00.003-07:002013-06-07T15:11:20.136-07:00The Madonna in My LifeI remember her white nightgown, the typical campo style worn in Mexico, her long flowing black hair on both sides of her face. I was in awe of this Mexican beauty, my beautiful mother, Alexandria. Everything was white in her room, the light was brilliant almost as if there were an aura around her. She was lovingly holding a baby. Later I learned he was my brother, little Andrew. She smiled and stroked his his head gently and with the back of her hand she touched his face. It was surreal, magical and confusing.<br />
I felt like an intruder, maybe that was the word, I don't know for sure; I was just a little girl. I thought she looked like a Madonna, holding the Christ child. I remember those images from church. She looked so sad.<br />
It frightened me to see her cry, tears falling down her face and she sobbed quietly and held the baby tight to her chest. I had never seen mother cry before.I felt frozen;I wanted to help my mother, but I could not. I prayed she would not see me.This was a grown up thing. I did not understand. But I just wanted her to smile again.<br />
I had witnessed a sacred moment; Andrew died a few days later...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-78925689846155774772013-05-30T10:01:00.000-07:002013-06-13T11:59:21.242-07:00MY NAME IS FRED / LYRICSWHEN I WAS A YOUNG GIRL, I HEARD FATHER SAY<br />
CHASE BUTTERFLIES AND PLAY WITH YOUR FRIENDS<br />
REMEMBER THE ROSES IN OUR BACK YARD<br />
'CAUSE THE COSMOS, THE COSMOS, STILL WILL BE THERE<br />
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LET THE MEN FLY, FLY HIGH<br />
LET THE MEN HUNT AND GO TO WAR<br />
LET THE MEN SEARCH FOR RICHES AND FAME<br />
YOU, MY DAUGHTER, JUST HONOR OUR NAME!<br />
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FOLLOW THE RAINBOWS WHERE EVER YOU GO<br />
FOLLOW THE RAINBOWS WHERE EVER YOU GO<br />
AND YOU'LL ALWAYS, YOU'LL ALWAYS, BE RIGHT AT HOME<br />
'CAUSE THE COSMOS, THE COSMOS, STILL WILL BE THERE<br />
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FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS, WHERE EVER YOU GO<br />
DAUGHTER, MY DARLIN', DON'T FORGET WHAT I'VE SAID<br />
I AM YOUR FATHER, YOUR DADDY, YOUR DAD<br />
MY NAME IS FRED<br />
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DON'T FORGET ME<br />
AND THE THINGS I HAVE SAID<br />
I AM YOUR FATHER, I AM YOUR FRIEND<br />
AND I'VE LOVED YOU<br />
MY NAME IS FRED!<br />
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YOU KEEP ON SINGING AND WRITING YOUR SONGS<br />
JUST REMEMBER TO HONOR HIS NAME!<br />
JUST REMEMBER TO HONOR HIS NAME!<br />
'CAUSE THE COSMOS, THE COSMOS, STILL WILL BE THERE!<br />
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NEVER FORGET ME AND THE THINGS THAT I'VE SAID<br />
I AM YOUR FATHER, MY NAME IS FRED<br />
I AM YOUR FATHER, MY NAME IS FRED!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-69955706677873267282013-04-24T15:28:00.000-07:002013-05-01T15:24:34.823-07:00Dear John, My Soldier John/ lyrcsDEAR JOHN, DEAR JOHN, MY SOLDIER JOHN<br />
WILL YOU BE THERE WAITING FOR ME<br />
AS YOU PROMISED ME?<br />
WILL YOU BE THERE BENT ON YOUR KNEES<br />
AS YOU PROMISED ME?<br />
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WILL YOU BE THERE TO GENTLY CLOSE MY EYES<br />
WILL YOU BE THERE TO HOLD MY HAND<br />
AS YOU DID BACK THEN,<br />
AS YOU DID FOR YOUR MEN?<br />
WILL YOU SHED A TEAR FOR ME?<br />
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WILL YOU BE THERE AS YOU PROMISED ME?<br />
WILL YOU BE THERE , AS YOU DID THEN<br />
AS YOU DID IN FOREIGN LANDS?<br />
AS YOU DID IN VIET NAM?<br />
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DEAR JOHN, DEAR JOHN, MY SOLDIER JOHN<br />
WILL YOU BE THERE WAITING FOR ME?<br />
AS YOU PROMISED ME?<br />
WILL YOU GIVE ME MY LAST FAREWELL?<br />
WILL YOU GENTLY CLOSE MY EYES?<br />
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WILL YOU BE THERE HOLDING MY HAND<br />
WILL YOU SMILE ONCE MORE FOR ME?<br />
AND WALK ME TO THE PROMISED LAND?<br />
AND WALK ME TO THE PROMISED LAND...?<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-87737018612638806262013-03-09T03:36:00.000-08:002013-03-09T11:42:45.228-08:00I Am Home Again / I Am Found!In the early mornings, with a cup of coffee in hand, I write. I suspect that loving life is my greatest asset. It has not always been so. Many years after losing a very wonderful and amazing son, Peter. He died saving his friend. All our lives changed that afternoon... I was so much in the state of pure hate and confusion. I felt I had played by the rules, tried my best to raise thoughtful and caring children and become the best wife possible, then Peter dies so unexpectedly. He has been the rock and my foundation to my present and liberating faith.<br />
The time finally came when I realized that my family could not heal, unless I healed. They could not accept our horrible reality if I did not, especially my husband. He had witnessed the worst in humanity and the most honorable acts of love and courage in his career as a soldier. But the sudden death of his son was more than he could bear. After I seemed to get stronger, he fell into the darkest time, seldom speaking to anyone for almost two agonizing years. He seemed devoid of any feeling. I struggled and endured. I felt I was holding us all back: the thought came to mind that if God was good enough for my dear parents, well, He was more than good enough for me! Then one amazing day I fell to the ground and pleaded to God to forgive me. And it was like other's have written, I felt bathed in warmth and sunlight. I felt forgiven and I was home again. I soon saw that all the times I was hating God, I was thinking more of Him than during my years of complete adoration and acceptance of my Catholic faith, the faith of my family and my youth. I was again at home with the Christ child, home to walk in His light. My children are still on their own path, still denying God. I pray and wait. Greater still is my personal belief that God will touch them and also welcome them home.<br />
Life of the unbeliever is fine for them. It is where they are comfortable. But I no longer reach for the easy way out. I know, now, that only through my own agony that I have been welcomed to His embracing and forgiving arms. They, for the most part , are lost in their own intellect, in their thirst for understanding, and they are content with their own conclusions. They choose their own way through the maze of their own thoughts. But thoughts change, growth and enlightenment eventually takes over. I have great hope. They too will find themselves on their knees. We are too frail and they rely on our human frailty to give them strength. They read and study and work their way through life and life's events. Besides, they are too busy for life's secrets, too busy to notice God's whispers, God's healing touch. Someday, they too will walk with Him and experience the Omnipresence. For it is God's plan that all children come back to Him. He is Patience beyond comprehension . I could not have been more in denial . My mind could not have been more rigid and closed. I could not have been more lost, but now I am found!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-6553882552001827622013-02-09T14:55:00.001-08:002013-02-09T20:40:12.259-08:00ANGEL OF MERCYANGEL OF MERCY, HAVE MERCY ON US<br />
ANGEL OF MERCY, HAVE MERCY ON ME<br />
ANGEL OF MERCY SET US FREE<br />
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ANGEL OF MERCY, REMIND ME THAT FORGIVING IS DIVINE<br />
ANGEL OF MERCY, BLESS ME AND MINE<br />
ANGEL OF MERCY, PROTECT AND GUIDE MY FRIENDS , MY FAMILY<br />
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REMIND US THAT LOVE IS GIVEN FREELY<br />
YET, STILL MUST BE EARNED TO KEEP<br />
GRANT FORGIVENESS AND MERCY IN OUR HEARTS<br />
ANGEL OF MERCY, SET US FREE<br />
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MAY WE ALL BECOME WORTHY OF THEE<br />
THE ONLY PERFECT LOVE WHICH EXISTS<br />
WHICH IS YOURS TO GIVE<br />
FOR PERFECTION IS ONLY THINE!<br />
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ANGEL OF MERCY, BLESS OUR GATHERINGS<br />
BLESS OUR FRIENDS AT OUR TABLE<br />
OUR LOVED ONES WHOM HAVE PASSED<br />
FOR IN SPIRIT AND WITH OUR LOVE<br />
THEIR PRESENCE LASTS...<br />
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ANGEL OF MERCY, BLESS THIS BREAD<br />
ANGEL OF MERCY, BLESS THIS MEAL<br />
REMIND US THAT IN CALLING YOUR NAME<br />
THIS BECOMES OUR TIME SHARED, OUR SACRED TIME<br />
OUR JOYOUS CELEBRATION OF LIFE<br />
WE COME TO REJOICE AND TO HEAL...<br />
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"BLESSED IS HE, WHO COMES IN THE NAME OF THE LORD"<br />
ANGEL OF MERCY, YOUR BLESSING IS OUR REWARD...<br />
IN THE STILL OF OUR MINDS WE LOVE<br />
WITH PEACE IN OUR HEARTS WE REJOICE<br />
ANGEL OF MERCY, MAY WE ALWAYS BE BOUND TO THEE!<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-22660122223785564332013-01-17T15:14:00.002-08:002013-07-08T05:44:14.754-07:00Everywhere I go, I'm Remembering You EVERYWHERE I GO, I'M REMEMBERING YOU<br />
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EVERYWHERE I GO, I'M REMEMBERING YOU<br />
EVERYWHERE I GO, I'M REMEMBERING YOU<br />
I TURN AROUND, KNOWING YOU WON'T BE THERE<br />
I TURN AROUND, KNOWING YOU WON'T BE THERE<br />
STILL, I TURN AROUND , I TURN AROUND HOPING TO FIND A GLIMPSE OF YOU<br />
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EVERYWHERE I GO, I'M REMEMBERING HOW IT USED TO BE...<br />
WHEN YOU WERE YOU AND YOU AND I WERE WE<br />
EVERYWHERE I GO, I'M REMEMBERING HOW IT USED TO BE...<br />
WHEN YOU WERE YOU AND YOU AND I WERE WE<br />
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EVERYWHERE I GO, I TURN AROUND HOPING TO FIND A GLIMPSE OF YOU<br />
I TURN AROUND KNOWING YOU WON'T BE THERE<br />
I TURN AROUND KNOWING YOU WON'T BE THERE<br />
STILL, I TURN AROUND , I TURN ROUND, KNOWING YOU WON'T BE THERE<br />
EVERYWHERE I GO, I'M REMEMBERING YOU<br />
EVERYWHERE I GO, I'M REMEMBERING YOU<br />
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EVERYWHERE I GO, I STILL FEEL LOVED BY YOU<br />
EVERYWHERE I GO, I STILL FEEL LOVED BY YOU<br />
EVERYWHERE I GO, I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU<br />
EVERYWHERE I GO, I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU!<br />
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EVERYWHERE I GO, I M REMEMBERING YOU<br />
EVERYWHERE I GO, I'M REMEMBERING HOW IT USED TO BE...<br />
WHEN YOU WERE YOU AND YOU AND I WERE WE<br />
WHEN YOU WERE YOU AND YOU AND I WERE WE<br />
WHEN YOU WERE YOU AND YOU AND I WERE WE!<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-89885631047674258622012-12-30T15:02:00.003-08:002013-05-30T08:20:48.013-07:00MY NAME IS FREDWHEN I WAS A YOUNG GIRL<br />
I HEARD FATHER SAY<br />
CHASE BUTTERFLIES AND PLAY WITH YOUR FRIENDS<br />
REMEMBER, THE ROSES IN OUR BACK YARD<br />
YOU, MY DAUGHTER, JUST KEEP SINGING YOUR SONGS<br />
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LET THE MEN FLY, FLY HIGH<br />
LET THE MEN SEARCH FOR RICHES AND FAME<br />
YOU, MY DAUGHTER, JUST HONOR OUR NAME<br />
CAUSE THE COSMOS, THE COSMOS<br />
STILL WILL BE THERE<br />
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FOLLOW THE RAINBOWS WHERE EVER IT GOES<br />
AND YOU WILL ALWAYS BE RIGHT AT HOME<br />
YOU, MY DAUGHTER, JUST HONOR HIS NAME<br />
CAUSE THE COSMOS, THE COSMOS<br />
STILL WILL BE THERE<br />
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YOU KEEP ON SINGING<br />
AND PLAY WITH YOUR FRIENDS<br />
REMEMBER THE ROSES IN OUR BACK YARD<br />
LET THE MEN, FLY, FLY HIGH<br />
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REMEMBER ALL THAT I'VE SAID<br />
NEVER FORGET WHAT I TRIED TO TEACH<br />
i AM YOUR FATHER, YOUR PAPI<br />
I AM YOUR DADDY, YOUR PAPA<br />
MY NAME IS FRED...<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-91125198435276234552012-06-01T23:51:00.003-07:002012-06-01T23:51:58.651-07:00OUR TOMORROWSI MIGHT SEE YOU A DAY PAST TOMORROW<br />
DON'T ASK FOR ANY TOMORROWS<br />
THERE ARE NO GUARANTEES...<br />
TOMORROW WILL MEAN I AM NO LONGER HERE<br />
TOMORROW WOULD BE TOO SOON<br />
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AND DAY AFTER TOMORROW, ALSO TOO SOON<br />
IT WOULD ONLY BRING YOU EMPTINESS<br />
WILL ONLY BRING YOU SADNESS AND TEARS<br />
BETTER, YET, WAIT ,PERHAPS FOR A YEAR<br />
YOU CAN WAIT A YEAR, DARLIN'<br />
CAN YOU WAIT FOR JUST ONE MORE YEAR?<br />
I PROMISE I WILL RETURN<br />
MY DALIN', I PROMISE I WILL RETURN...<br />
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I HAVE GONE, GONE TO WAR<br />
I HAVE GONE TWICE BEFORE<br />
THIS TIME I HAVE YOU TO COME HOME TO<br />
THIS TIME I HAVE YOU...<br />
SO YOU SEE,DARLIN', JUST KNOW<br />
IF YOU WRITE, IF YOU WAIT<br />
I'LL BE BACK, PERHAPS IN A YEAR<br />
DARLIN, MY DARLIN', PLEASE <br />
TELL ME YOU CAN WAIT FOR A YEAR<br />
MAYBE TWO<br />
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I PROMISE, I WILL RETURN<br />
FROM WAR<br />
I WILL RETURN CAUSE OF YOU<br />
I WILL RETURN CAUSE OF YOU!<br />
I'LL RETURN CAUSE NOW IN MY LIFE THERE IS YOU...<br />
IN ALL MY TOMORROWS, THERE WILL ALWAYS BE YOU<br />
DARLIN', MY DARLIN', PLEASE TELL ME IT IS TRUE<br />
PLEASE TELLME , IT WILL ALWAYS BE TRUE!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-14735386814792203272012-03-06T16:16:00.001-08:002012-03-10T16:55:35.016-08:00BLESSED WAS I/ BLESSED AM IBlessed am I, for you were my father<br />
Blessed am I, for you loved my mother<br />
Blessed was I, for you gave me life<br />
Blessed am I, for you taught me to look<br />
To the stars...<br />
In your gentleness, you told me all the answers<br />
To life's questions would be found there<br />
If I studied, if I challenged, if I dared <br />
All the science, the cosmos,<br />
The spirit and God!<br />
Blessed am I, for you taught me a desire to learn<br />
Greater still, you taught me to love ...<br />
Blessed was I<br />
Blessed am I...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-91747520626423211372012-01-27T04:47:00.002-08:002012-04-06T18:36:00.362-07:00I Don't Claim to Understand , All That Makes A Man a Man<a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/#.TyKYeFCXlxI.blogger">Lyrics</a><br />
I DON'T CLAIM TO UNDERSTAND, WHAT MAKES A MAN, A MAN<br />
BUT LOVING YOU, CAME EASY<br />
I DON'T CLAIM TO UNDERSTAND, ALL THAT MAKES A MAN, A MAN <br />
BUT LOVING YOU , CAME EASY...<br />
I HAD TO LOVE YOU, FROM THE FIRST DAY I MET YOU<br />
<br />
I HAD TO LOVE YOU, FROM THE FIRST DAY I MET YOU<br />
IN THE WISDOM OF YOUR WORDS, I HEARD MY FATHER<br />
IN YOUR ZEST FOR LIFE, I SAW MY BROTHER<br />
IN YOUR ACCEPTANCE OF MY FLAWS, I SAW MY MOTHER<br />
<br />
I HAD TO LOVE YOU , FROM THE MOMENT I MET YOU<br />
I HAD TO LOVE YOU, YOU MADE MY DREAMS COME TRUE<br />
I HAD TO LOVE YOU, YOU BROUGHT SUNSHINE TO MY LIFE<br />
I SEE IT IN OUR CHILDREN'S EYES<br />
IN THEIR YOUTHFUL CONFIDENCE, I SEE YOUR SMILE, I SEE YOUR STANCE<br />
IN THEIR YOUTHFUL CONFIDENCE, I FEEL YOUR LOVE, I FEEL YOUR STRENGTH!<br />
I HAD TO LOVE YOU, YOU BROUGHT SUNSHINE TO MY LIFE!<br />
<br />
WE HAD AN ORDINARY LIFE: A MOTHER, A SOLDIER'S BRIDE <br />
WE HAD AN ORDINARY LIFE: A SOLDIER, A SOLDIER'S, LIFE<br />
AND THE YEARS WE'VE BEEN APART<br />
WITH AN ACHE IN MY HEART, I'D LET YOU GO,<br />
I'D LET YOU GO, I'D LET YOU GO<br />
<br />
I'D LET YOU GO, FOR LOVE, HONOR AND PRIDE<br />
I'D LET YOU GO FOR LOVE, COUNTRY AND PRIDE<br />
OTHER SOLDIER'S WIVES STILL KNOW<br />
THE PAIN OF LETTING GO, THEY LET THEM GO<br />
<br />
THEY LET THEM GO, FOR LOVE, COUNTRY AND PRIDE<br />
THEY LET THEM GO, FOR LOVE, COUNTRY AND PRIDE<br />
THIS I KNOW, THIS I KNOW<br />
I'VE BEEN A SOLDIER'S WIFE...<br />
I'VE BEEN A SOLDIER'S WIFE<br />
<br />
I HAD TO LOVE YOU, YOU FILLED MY HOME WITH PRIDE<br />
I HAD TO LOVE YOU, YOU FILLED MY HEART WITH PRIDE!<br />
I DON'T KNOW WHAT MAKES A MAN A MAN,<br />
BUT LOVING YOU CAME EASY<br />
<br />
DON'T KNOW WHAT MAKES A SOLDIER A MAN<br />
BUT LOVING ONE, CAME EASY<br />
BUT LOVING ONE , CAME EASY<br />
I HAD TO LOVE YOU, FROM THE FIRST DAY I MET YOU<br />
I HAD TO LOVE YOU, FROM THE FIRST DAY I MET YOU!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-46951785031145896312012-01-01T10:28:00.000-08:002013-07-07T18:03:03.729-07:00Unshared Futility/ Unshared PainIT SADDENED ME, <br />
AFTER HIS DEATH, SADDENED ME MORE...<br />
<br />
THIS GREAT, DEAR, HUSBAND OF MINE<br />
DID NOT SHARE HIS GREATEST BURDENS<br />
A SOLDIER, BY PROFESSION,<br />
PROTECTING ME AND MINE<br />
HIS ULTIMATE GOAL<br />
<br />
AND ME, STILL NAIVE, FOREVER OPTIMISTIC...<br />
STILL, ONLY THINKING AND REMEMBERING OUR SHARED DREAMS<br />
AND OF DREAMS AND PERSONAL GOALS<br />
I , YET ,STILL TO FULFILL<br />
A STRUGGLE MADE MORE DIFFICULT BY HIS ABSENCE<br />
RESIGNATION, MY ONLY BURDEN <br />
KNOWING TOO WELL, THE ACHE OF ACCEPTANCE.<br />
THE HEAVINESS IN MY HEART<br />
THE BITTER SWEET PILL OF RESIGNATION<br />
<br />
I NEVER REALLY KNEW ALL HIS BURDENS<br />
HOW COULD I?<br />
HE WOULD RETURN FROM WAR WITH A SIMPLE, "HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?<br />
I'M HOME!"<br />
HE NEVER SHARED, NEVER SPOKE, NEVER GIVING ME ANY DETAILS<br />
OF THE HORROR, DEATH , DECIMATION, VIOLENCE<br />
ALL THAT IS INHUMANE ENTAILS<br />
<br />
WHY DID HE FEEL HE HAD ALWAYS TO SHIELD ME?<br />
WHY DID HE NOT UNBURDEN ALL<br />
WE HAD BEEN MARRIED FOR SO LONG, AFTER ALL<br />
WAS THIS HIS WAY OF LOVING ME? <br />
<br />
HE KNEW HOW I FELT ABOUT CHILDREN, ABOUT LIFE<br />
CHILDREN HAD BEEN GOD'S GIFT TO ME, MY LIFE!<br />
BUT HE NEVER TALKED OF WAR<br />
TO HIM, IT WAS ANOTHER LIFE<br />
A LIFE THAT HAD BEEN HIS, NOT MINE<br />
BUT. LATER I FOUND OUT THAT HE TOO HAD TAKEN A CHILD'S LIFE<br />
PERHAPS MORE<br />
NOT DIRECTLY, BUT IN CARRYING OUT HIS DUTY<br />
IN PROTECTING, GUIDING HIS MEN<br />
IN GIVING ORDERS HE HAD TO GIVE<br />
WITH RADIOS, COMMUNICATIONS<br />
BY HELICOPTER..I CAN ONLY NOW GUESS<br />
<br />
DID HE NOT TRUST ME TO FORGIVE?<br />
DID HE NOT TRUST ME TO UNDERSTAND?<br />
DID HE WORRY THAT I WOULD BE DEPRESSED? <br />
I DID UNDERSTAND, THAT WAR AND IN VIET NAM<br />
ONCE HOME... <br />
HE WAS IMMOBILIZED<br />
HE HID , IMMERSED IN HIS BOOKS, IN HIS THIRST FOR KNOWLEDGE<br />
KNOWLEDGE HE LOVED TO IMPART <br />
A TRUE, NATURAL TEACHER<br />
<br />
<br />
FOR THE THINGS HE SAW, THE THINGS HE DID<br />
AND FOR WHAT WAR HAD DONE TO HIM<br />
TO HIS FRIENDS <br />
THE DEATH OF OUR PERSONAL FRIENDS<br />
AND TO ALL OUR SOLDIERS<br />
ONLY TO THOSE SOLDIERS THAT HAD BEEN THERE WITH HIM<br />
THOSE THAT SURVIVED, I WOULD HEAR THE ECHO<br />
OF MUTUAL UNDERSTANDING<br />
"WAR IS A BITCH!"<br />
ALMOST IN SECRET, THEY AGREED<br />
DRINKING COFFEE AT OUR KITCHEN TABLE<br />
SMOKING AWAY. AS IF THE SMOKE WOULD CARRY THE MEMORIES AWAY...<br />
AND KNOWING THERE WAS NO MORE TO SAY<br />
<br />
BUT IT IS THE BURDEN OF HIS OWN<br />
STRENGTH<br />
THE BURDEN OF HIS OWN SILENCE<br />
THAT HE HAD TO ENDURE <br />
MY SWEET, SWEET, "SARGE"... MY SOLDIER OF MINE<br />
A MAN OF PEACE, IN A WORLD AT WAR<br />
"TO NO MAN, DO HARM", HE TRIED TO TEACH<br />
AND EVEN IN THAT<br />
HE FELL SHORT; HE FELT HE HAD FAILED<br />
<br />
OFTEN BEING TOO HARSH ON HIS SONS<br />
A MAN DOES NOT APOLOGIZE. A MAN LEARNS<br />
HE WOULD TELL ME<br />
A WORLDLY MAN, WHOSE WORLD WAS HIS CHILDREN<br />
AND A WIFE WHO WAITED<br />
<br />
HE DIED A HERO'S DEATH<br />
HE DIED, QUIETLY,<br />
HE DIED SWEETLY IN MY ARMS.<br />
I STILL HAVE A VIVID MEMORY OF HIS TENDERNESS IN OUR LAST KISS<br />
I STILL TASTE THE MOISTENED SWEETNESS OF HIS MOUTH <br />
<br />
HE PUT DOWN THE LAST BOOK HE WAS CARRYING, <br />
NO LASTING WORDS OF LOVE.<br />
THIS WAS NOT A GREAT PLAY OR ROMANCE BOOK<br />
THIS HAD BEEN OUR LIFE<br />
ME, ALWAYS REMEMBERING THE STRONG FLAVOR OF COFFEE ON HIS LIPS<br />
<br />
HE CAME INTO MY LIFE LIKE A PRINCE<br />
AND HE WAS WEARING A DAZZLING WHILE UNIFORM,<br />
HE HAD BEEN A MEDIC AT THE TIME<br />
AND WE WERE MARRIED WITHIN 10 DAYS<br />
I WAS SWEPT OFF MY FEET!<br />
<br />
AND HE DIED LIKE A KING, IN MY ARMS<br />
HE SIMPLY FOLDED BACK INTO MY BODY<br />
"JOHNNY, I CAN'T HOLD YOU. I CAN'T HOLD YOU,SWEETHEART!"<br />
"DON'T LEAVE ME", I BEGGED <br />
I HAD NEVER CALLED HIM JOHNNY BEFORE<br />
AND NO MATTER THAT I TOLD HIM ALMOST DAILY, THAT I LOVED HIM<br />
I WISHED HE HAD HEARD IT FROM ME ONE MORE TIME<br />
AS IF HE WOULD HEAR IT FOR ALL ETERNITY<br />
PERHAPS, PERHAPS...<br />
IT IS WITH THAT HOPE, I LIVE <br />
<br />
A friend once told me" Your husband was a man, among men!";and ,yes, he was.<br />
It is the soldier my children never really knew, for they came later in his life. But I will continue to write so that they too will understand , not only the father, but the man. My beautiful daughters and my sons are and have been my continued personal heroes. It is a very strange time and place in which to live, to find that my own children have become, like their father,heroes of mine.<br />
Zoila MasiakAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-28145262315169059192011-11-08T06:35:00.000-08:002011-12-18T10:20:52.276-08:00The Sounds of Viet Nam The sounds of a helicopter, in peace time...as a soldier's wife, music to my ears. It is different than during the war. There they come with only loud, roaring sounds of the engine; and to a soldier inside, the whirl of the propeller, the hard slicing of the wind it creates. In Viet Nam, the sounds come with the swoosh of golden rice fields as you fly too close to the earth, bullets with the horror of gun fire too close by, of soldiers yelling, screaming. Thinking, is this a war cry? Who taught us this god awful sound, did we hear it in the movies, on TV? Is this real? Am I the one screaming?<br />
Soldiers are screaming in pain, some just strangely whimpering. There is no more horrific sound than a man wreathing in pain and the sound of his gasping last breath! The rockets are flying and only the experienced ones can judge the distance, know how much time they have to take cover, to throw their bodies to the ground, to cover their heads, often to realize they are being protected by the buddy now dying, shamefully using their now still, limp bodies for more protection.. No time to think, no time for sympathy:. You lie to yourself, you convince yourself that you will help your next buddy live; your next man you will help stay alive. You find yourself sobbing, but for whom or for what, for gratitude that you are alive or the man next to you.? His gasping is too loud, the blood is too much! "Let him die quickly, Lord", is the only prayer you can muster. His is dying is too loud. I cover both ears hard. Hope that it will help, but it doesn't...<br />
I was only 18, what did I know, what do I understand of this alien world? I was trained, I relished in my accomplishment. I knew I was a good soldier; but this, why didn't the bastards prepare me for this?!They convinced me I was the best of the best.Why was I not prepared for the last breath my buddies took?" I am just a kid!"I was not prepared for torn bodies, pieces of flesh...of babies crying in the distance.<br />
How about the helplessness, the void, the sounds. I cover my ears, again and again. Let me out of here!I am no longer human.I don't smell like me. I don't breath like a human being. I have been reduced to this? For what? I don't feel peace. I don't know freedom. I am caged in the hard wire of my training and the sounds of Viet Nam. Only another soldier knows, we feel, we are angry, only we never speak of war...<br />
I knew only one experienced soldier who understood. Only one man with whom I could share and even "Sarge" never had to kill another human being, "mano a mano", throw a grenade from a bridge, stab a soldier in his gut.Christ! This is an old man forced to wear the Vietnamese uniform.What have I done? This is the prize of saving my life?...I throw a grenade. It hits and the explosion follows, death follows. Is it three soldiers? Is it another old man forced to don a uniform? ... Is it just a man with his wife and child? The orders were given. Do not let anyone get through. "God let there not be a child too!" I threw my grenade , another hit. . Another explosion follows. I only see floating pieces of wood and is it clothing? My brain feels hot.It is burning .I hate being a soldier!Fuck this war!What has the Army done to me? They did not tell me about this fucking, damned shit! I am just a kid. I am just a kid! Father, I am sorry! Mother, help me...<br />
But "Sarge" understood...he listened through the years. He let me talk; he let me cry. He let my voice quiver, holding back the pain. He knew of men dying, of men crying ,of holding their hands, of kneeling besides them, closing their eyes, as a soldier breathed his last breath. "Sarge" would no longer cry as he knelt by another young man dying...Too many died , too many without a chance to say good by to their buddies, to see their families again.;the Chaplain giving the last rites, to the believer and the unbeliever, knowing they were , we are all children of God. He could still allow a man's tears to fall from his sorrowful, mournful eyes.Each death, another burden he would carry to the alter ...if he survived. They all knew the sounds of Viet Nam, the smell of rotting bodies.,blood in our hands, the heavy thick blood when it was our own. The indecent rapture realizing when it was not your blood.We are no longer human! I think to myself...I survived and I still hear the men screaming, the enemy attacking, still smell the smells. I don't want to remember, but I do.<br />
I had been in a ditch faced down, another soldier pulling me out by the heel. I had been out,I don't know for how long. I remember falling out of the helicopter as it made a hard left turn. I heard the sound of my body hitting the ground. I had fallen 50 feet. I had been wearing my radio equipment, all my gear... I remember the pain, thinking , my body is broken! I was saved by my equipment and our men. But I never again felt free...<br />
The Vietnamese soldiers were not my enemy...we were fellow soldiers. And I had to kill them, had to hate them. I had to survive. Once their country did not have the sounds of war. It was peaceful; it was beautiful.Who knew of Agent Orange? Who knew how many children would die, how many orphaned in their rice fields? How many starved to death.?Once they were men tending the fields, freely struggling to take care of their families. I salute them , for once they were innocent kids,once they were human too! Now we all have to heal. How many of them had a "Sarge" in their lives to help them come back to being a simple man?. Someday, I too will be able to say:" That was another lifetime. Now I am home again, now I am whole again!"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-31191143669566995202011-08-20T11:07:00.000-07:002012-01-17T19:29:47.533-08:00America, Peace Calls to Thee!America, peace calls to thee!<br />
As the winds softly blow<br />
The wind chimes call to me<br />
When the birds sing<br />
Their songs call to me<br />
<br />
A majestic cardinal alights my trees<br />
Virginia calls to me<br />
I sense her waters beneath my feet<br />
Virginia calls to me <br />
<br />
In this crisp summer morn<br />
For peace I am more than grateful<br />
All our fallen heroes I mourn<br />
For all our injured, maimed, forgotten I cry<br />
<br />
I hear America's thunderous jets fly by<br />
I am by their power transformed, transfixed<br />
I am by freedom's elegance renewed <br />
Freedom calls to me<br />
<br />
America, freedom takes its heavy toll<br />
Here and in foreign lands<br />
Someone traditionally, sadly takes roll call<br />
For America will again and again takes her stand<br />
<br />
We hear, we feel a forlorn bugle call<br />
Courage must by all be worn <br />
America will weather all man made or political storm<br />
Liberty for all, must be our resounding call <br />
America shall never be broken!<br />
I still believe <br />
<br />
We need not don a soldier's medals<br />
Or wear his stripes <br />
Or march in victorious parades<br />
Simply bow down our heads<br />
For our forgotten heroes...our dead <br />
<br />
America, God has blessed thee<br />
America, peace calls to thee! <br />
I still believeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-18876196743783075642011-08-20T06:44:00.000-07:002011-08-20T06:44:40.370-07:00Love is InvincibleLove is invincible, love is invincible<br />
Love is invincible, love is invincible<br />
<br />
I've lived in sunshine, I've known the rain<br />
I lived with joy and I have known pain <br />
I've known love's tenderness, sweet caress<br />
I have been blessed, I have been blessed<br />
<br />
I've known the peace of a lullaby, I've learned to sigh<br />
I've known the peace of a lullaby and learned to fly<br />
I've known the void of the last goodbye and learned to cry<br />
I've known the void of the last goodbye and learned to die..<br />
<br />
Still I believe,still I believe<br />
Still I believe, still I believe<br />
Where there is sorrow and when there is pain<br />
Love, will sustain<br />
Where there is sorrow and when there is pain<br />
Love will remain<br />
<br />
Love is the miracle, love is the miracle<br />
Love is the miracle, love is the miracle <br />
I still believe, I still believe<br />
I still believe, I still believe<br />
<br />
Love is invincible, love is invincible<br />
Love is invincible, love is the miracle<br />
Love is the miracle!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-36838257468686524032011-08-07T04:34:00.000-07:002011-08-16T15:55:10.787-07:00I Don't Claim to Understand , All That Makes A Man a ManI don't claim to understand, all that makes a man a man<br />
But loving you came easy<br />
I don't claim to understand, all that makes a man a man<br />
But loving you came easy<br />
I had to love you from the first day I met you<br />
I had to love you from the first day I met you <br />
<br />
In the wisdom of your words, I heard my father<br />
In your zest for life, I saw my brother<br />
In your acceptance of my flaws, I recalled my mother<br />
I had to love you, you made my dreams come true<br />
I had to love you, you made my dreams come true<br />
<br />
I had to love you, you brought sunshine to my life<br />
I see it in our children's eyes<br />
In their youthful confidence, I see your smile<br />
I see your stance<br />
In their youthful confidence, I see your love<br />
I feel your strength<br />
<br />
<br />
I had to love you, you made my dreams come true<br />
I had to love you, you filled my home with pride<br />
I had to love you, you filled my heart with pride<br />
<br />
We had an ordinary life<br />
A soldier, a soldier's bride<br />
A soldier's life <br />
And the years we've been apart<br />
With an ache in my heart<br />
I'd let you go...I'd let you go<br />
I'd let you go for love honor and pride <br />
<br />
Other soldier's wives still know<br />
The pain of letting go<br />
<br />
They let them go for love, country and pride<br />
This I know, this I know...<br />
I've been a soldier's wife<br />
<br />
I don't claim to understand<br />
All that makes a man a man<br />
But loving you came easy<br />
I had to love you<br />
From the day I first met you<br />
I had to love you<br />
You made my dreams come true<br />
I had to love you...<br />
You made my dreams come trueAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-90579801959502507502011-07-29T14:33:00.000-07:002011-07-29T14:33:19.045-07:00Let the Four Winds BlowLet the four winds blow<br />
Let the four winds blow<br />
Let the four winds blow<br />
Let the four winds blow <br />
<br />
Run, run and catch the winds<br />
Run, run and catch the winds<br />
Hold the hand of your best friend<br />
Run,run and catch the winds<br />
<br />
Over calm waters or tempest seas<br />
Run, run and catch the winds<br />
Run, run and catch the winds<br />
Over calm waters or tempest seas<br />
<br />
Let the four winds blow<br />
Let the four winds blow<br />
Run, run and catch the winds<br />
Run, run and catch your dreams<br />
<br />
Run , run and catch your dreams <br />
Over calm waters or tempest seas<br />
Run, run and catch your dreams<br />
Run, run and catch your dreams<br />
<br />
Let the four winds blow<br />
Let the four winds blow<br />
Run, run and catch the winds<br />
Run, run and catch your dreams...your dreams Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-51577560083499172162011-07-13T03:11:00.000-07:002013-07-08T05:47:11.883-07:00Everywhere I GoEverywhere I go, I'm reminded of you<br />
Everywhere I go, I'm reminded of you<br />
I turn around, knowing you won't be there<br />
I turn around, knowing you won't be there<br />
<br />
<br />
I turn around hoping to catch a glimpse of you<br />
I turn around knowing you won't be there<br />
Still, I turn around, I turn around to find a glimpse of you<br />
<br />
Everywhere I go, I'm reminded of you<br />
Everywhere I go, I'm reminded of what used to be <br />
When you were you, and you and I were we <br />
Everywhere I go, I'm reminded of what used to be<br />
When you were you and you and I were we<br />
<br />
I turn around knowing you won't be there<br />
Still, I turn around hoping to find a glimpse of you<br />
Everywhere I go, I'm reminded of you<br />
Everywhere I go, I'm reminded of what used to be<br />
When you were you and you and I were we <br />
<br />
Everywhere I go, I'm reminded of you<br />
Everywhere I go, I see you and you're not there<br />
Everywhere I go, I see you and you're not there<br />
Everywhere I go, I still feel loved by you<br />
Everywhere I go, I still feel loved by you!<br />
<br />
This would have been our 48th Anniversary...missed everyday!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-5665142532797348232011-04-21T06:29:00.000-07:002011-04-21T06:29:08.207-07:00"Sweetness Met"I came in the door<br />
I stayed only a short while<br />
I was greeted witha a strangers's smile<br />
"Miss,she said,the flowers in your hair,your dress...<br />
It's ike Spring came in!"<br />
Slightly cought off guard,<br />
I replied"I love Spring!"<br />
What a lovely way to be greeted.<br />
Iwon't soon forget the strangers's kind words<br />
But,further still, it was her welcoming smile that moved me<br />
Howsweet,how kind,I thought...<br />
There isn't a much more beautiful way to start a day<br />
Than the sweetness in passing<br />
Blessed are those that are not timid<br />
Togive gatitudeto a stranger<br />
Whose flowers gave them joy<br />
<br />
For it reminded her that in her dreary day of work<br />
A strangercould simply walk in<br />
And remind them of what lay just a step outside...<br />
Glorious,glorious, unequaled Spring!<br />
<br />
It gave a slight gate to my walk<br />
The earths's energy burning at my feet!<br />
I am like a child again,wanting to play<br />
So,I simply went home and rested a while<br />
And then opened our back doors wide<br />
And I took a deep enlivening breath<br />
And I started to sing and sing<br />
Oh,though,glorious,most spacious and welcoming Spring!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-26002371791638568732011-04-20T08:25:00.000-07:002011-04-20T08:25:49.785-07:00Once in a Lifetime..All that could be heard was the splashing,rhythmic thud against the small skiff.In the distance the occasional cries of sea gulls,almost musical, a seaman's lullaby.All else was surreal,serene.<br />
<div class="space1padB"> </div><div class="space1padB">John was dressed in his usual waterman's attire,white boots,white t shirt and his navy colored work pants. His black working gloves were missing.His strong veined hands were a subdued copper brown,his face almost expressionless.The weight of his sorrow engraved in his being, too deep to describe.His eyes on the water,searching intently,studying the expanse of his view,as he had done for so many years as Captain of his vessels.<br />
<br />
His younger brother,Peter,was never noticed until he neared the boat---face down,arms and legs afloat,his t shirt curiously bulging slightly.His boots were missing.Peter was slight of built; only his soft curls could distinguish him from the rest of his brothers.</div><div class="space1padB"><br />
John steps towards the edge and grabs him effortlessly.Once on the boat,the added weight increases the thud,thud of of the swaying,rocking skiff.And the sea gulls now were giving the forlorn song of the sea.<br />
John cradles his younger brother for a short while.He gently touches Peter's salt-laden hair. He knew what he had to do. He lifts him higher and higher to the skies.His face streaked in a man's tears.<br />
</div><div class="space1padB">John's body changes as did his clothes. There is a golden glow from all directions. The morning mist subsides as if whisked by a gentle wind. John is no longer himself,but an all powerful loving being,his hair to his shoulders,a robe ablaze in the rainbow's hues and a radiant face with soft loving tears falling from his mournful eyes.He lifts Peter to the heavens higher and higher; Peter is now a swaddled babe,with a broad smile of pure delight and his eyes are sparkling with new life. They were the same eyes with which he had greeted the world all his life.The baptismal purity of his innocence and joy is all that can be distinguished. Sweet mirth abounds.All is still. Captain John is back on his boat alone.Only the sounds of the water,the sea and the solemn winds remain. I woke up never to have this dream again.<br />
</div><div class="space1padB">I now walk the beaches of Virginia and I hear the sea gulls and their lullaby for my son Peter...<br />
<br />
I wrote this in celebration of Peter's life and birthday,April 18,2011. Love is the miracle that brings peace to death. </div><div class="space1padB"> </div><div class="space1padB">Adios,Zoila<br />
</div><a class="link1 deleteNoteLink" href="" id="delLink24634887" rel="24634887,2"></a> <span class="clear"></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579183791647623170.post-29478551624564282011-04-01T03:27:00.000-07:002011-08-19T14:00:47.267-07:00Comet in the Sky/lyricsWhen I see a single bird in flight<br />
I remember you<br />
When I see a single bird in flight <br />
I remember you<br />
<br />
In the magic of my star filled nights<br />
I remember you, I remember you<br />
In the magic of my star filled nights<br />
I remember you, I remember you<br />
<br />
Like a comet in the sky<br />
You came into my life<br />
Like a comet in the sky<br />
You passed me by<br />
You met your destiny and now you're free<br />
And now you're free<br />
You met your destiny and now you're free<br />
And now you're free <br />
<br />
And I am left with only golden memories<br />
And I am left with only golden memories <br />
In the marshes and beauty of the Chesapeake Bay<br />
I remember you <br />
In the horizon and sunsets of our Brown's Bay<br />
I remember you <br />
<br />
When I see a deadrise sail by<br />
I remember you, I remember you<br />
When I see the watermen ,at work or play<br />
I remember you<br />
When I see fishermen , with the catches of the day<br />
I remember you<br />
<br />
Like a comet in the sky, you came into my life<br />
Like a comet in the sky, you were gone too soon<br />
Like a comet in the sky, you came into my life<br />
Like a comet in the sky, you were gone too soon<br />
<br />
You met your destiny and now you're free<br />
And now you're free<br />
And I am left with only a mother's memories<br />
And I am left with only a mother's memories<br />
<br />
In the abundance and beauty of Virginia<br />
I remember you, I remember you<br />
In the waters and glory of Virginia<br />
I remember you; I remember you<br />
<br />
I can't forget your smiling face<br />
And the strength of your embrace<br />
I can't forget your smiling face<br />
And the love in your embrace<br />
<br />
I won't forget your smiling face<br />
And the love in your embrace...<br />
I can't forget your smiling face<br />
And the love in your embrace...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03481680371631861533noreply@blogger.com1