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The Unknown
Babe
For the baby ~ That was
not,
For the family ~ That was sought,
For the life ~ Time
denied,
For the parents ~ Who in silence cried,
An almost
grandma’s soul was pierced,
Her wisdom shattered ~ Reduced to
tears,
An almost family that didn’t begin,
As family and
friends waited for him,
And maybe she was not a he,
Knowledge
of this will never be,
For angels came ~ And angels
went,
Cuddling the babe ~ During their ascent,
Understanding
why ~ The when ~ And the way,
Is lost with the unknown babe ~ And
lives in the faith of today.
Note:
This
poem is a little closer to home. Until I have permission from this
family, no name or picture will accompany it.
Which almost seems right. I will ask, but if it
were me..., well this is a little more personal and definitely not
fair game.
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BETRAYED
The
choice was made for you to die,
Was handed down from not up
high,
From family came this heartless deed,
Not by blood ~ Not
by seed,
Yet a member that you did trust,
You were betrayed
for dust-to-dust,
Your family doctor ~ Your family friend,
Had
his hand in your life’s end,
He smiled as he spoke with
you,
Trusting him was easy to do,
He had your best interest at
heart,
In your death he played a part,
Both men knew you
believed in them,
Both men knew your life would end,
If they
took you from your home,
You’d be lost ~ You’d be alone,
Both
men knew and neither cared,
About your life or how you
fared,
They stuck you in a beautiful place,
Where you didn’t
know a single face,
Where you were just
one-of-many,
Time-just-for-you ~ There wasn’t any,
A beautiful
building with winding halls,
Not many friends came to
call,
Day-by-day and night-by-night,
You made a choice not to
fight,
It was time for you to leave,
You had a family you
wanted to see,
A husband, a daughter and a son,
Your life was
lived ~ Your life was done.
Note:
This poem
is a true account a little lady's life. At this time I will
leave her as an unknown. She was a very private lady and one I
miss very much. I wrote this several years ago. At that
time I was very hurt and very, very angry. But the poem is
still true. I gave it time before sharing, just incase I was
to close to see things clearly. It is... I will at some
point name this little lady along with her date of birth & date
of death. A picture will then also be added. She is
missed...
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"Joe Bear” Adams
Fathers and
daughters ~ Mothers and sons,
Each child a blessing ~ Even the
hellions,
God’s gifts to each mom and dad,
To hold and love
when happy and sad,
This baby in arms who laid so
tender,
Brings tears now as you remember,
He didn’t like
diapers ~ He didn’t like clothes,
He wanted to play with his
fingers and toes,
He wanted to be just like his big
brother,
Wrestling matches ensued one after another,
Two peas
in a pod and no regrets,
Now, tears and smiles are a
duet,
This child became a part of your soul,
While trying to
ready him for his adult role,
Thirty years of laughter ~ Thirty
years of love,
Has given you grandchildren ~ Blessed from
above,
Yet, The Father has now called his name,
Cry your tears
but don‘t assign blame,
He was on loan ~ He was a gift,
He
left a legacy ~ Rejoice in this,
Look around at the world that he
loved,
And know you’re loved from Heaven Above,
Do for him now
~ What you did for him then,
Teach his children ~ All you taught
him.
~~~
Joseph Clinton Adams
August
19, 1976
March 18,
2007
Your mom ,
your children, your brother along with the rest of your family and
friends all realize that you have been gone for a year now.
The crying is less but their pain endures. You have
& always will live in everyone's hearts.
Memories of your smiles
~ Still bring tears.
You are truly loved ~ Just like you''re
still here.
Give us a smile Jo ~ Laugh if you will.
Do
something outrageous ~ So, only happy tears
spill.
We
love ya boy ~ And always
will,
Your Mom , Shelby &
Mason, Richie. Riley & Keeton along with the rest of
your family and friends.
***We love & miss you Joe Bear. You are
truly missed by everyone.
I'm sure you and Bear have
found each other and that is comforting.
Take care
Sweetie, life is short, we'll see you soon.***
~Me~
& Tiffer
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*In
Remembrance Of Your Brother Carl Barger.
FROM YESTERDAY TO SUICIDE
As
children play in memories’ past,
Days there were full of
laughs,
Mornings started in much the same way,
As did the
nights at the end of the day,
Then as children must always
do,
As each year passes so they grew,
From children to adults
they do mature,
And begins their lives with small
detours,
Little girls once ~ Now, become wives,
Little boys
also begin new lives,
Brothers and sisters now separated by
miles,
No longer confide ~ As did the long ago child,
Putting
on their game face and hiding the pain,
Not wanting to be the one
to complain,
Life gets harder as the years race by,
Alone in a
world with no allies,
Failures ~ Real or imagined ~ Are failures
still,
What happened to the child who believed in goodwill?
A
new best friend ~ A bottle to drink,
As it slides down ~ No need
to think,
Then one day the drink doesn’t numb,
And thoughts of
suicide begin to come.
~~~
More and more these thoughts rush
in,
The drink really wasn’t your best friend,
The sister and
brother that was left behind,
They wanted help but you were deaf
and blind,
They wanted to help pull you back,
But you kept
planning this morbid act,
Finally, you did it ~ You killed
yourself,
You never thought of any one else,
You couldn’t see
past the bottle you held,
So, the family you left ~ Is living
through hell.
~~~
If you
could hear your family cry,
You’d be sorry ~ That you had to
die.
Carl C. Barger
December 22, 1955 ~ July 27,
2006
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Our Family Decree
(Revised)
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In Remembrance Of Your Husband &
Father Carl Poole
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Dear
God,
Thank You for staying with us today,
Because
yesterday ~ You took dad away,
Our family is a
sorrowful mess,
Yes, we know ~ He had to rest,
Knowing
this doesn’t help the fact,
That we all want our dad
back,
You gave to us ~ The very best father,
And he was
loved by his sons and daughters,
He was always there to
pick us up,
No matter why ~ He was there for us,
Even as
grown up kids,
Dad was dad ~ In all that he did,
We had
lots of years with our dad,
Yet, not enough time could be
had,
Now, he’s with You ~ We are sure,
And this pain we
must endure,
But, our dad is no longer in pain,
Because
being with You ~ Is his gain,
God, please tell him ~ "We
miss him so,
That we never wanted to let him go,
We will
carry him with us everyday,
Keeping him near ~ In our own
way,
Dad is gone ~ We still have mom,
It’s her faith
keeping our family strong"
Please let him look down on us
and know,
Our Family Decree ~ Was born from his
soul.
Amen
Carl Poole
July 10, 1932 - June
13, 2006
Note:
This poem has been on the back burner for almost two years.
I think it's finally finished. Carl Poole was a wonderful
& goodhearted man. He is missed by more people than he
probably thought possible. For those of us who grew up with
his children know a little bit of how much of a void there is
in their lives. We are all more enriched for knowing him. He
showed us all how to laugh. That in itself is a gift, as well
as a legacy. |
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BLACKER
It all started one summer day,
As a baby kitten was took
away,
A heart broken three year old,
Couldn’t understand or be
consoled,
So in search of another pet,
A black kitten her
heart was set,
Calling vets and farmers too,
That is how we
found you,
Four months old and very wild,
You were chased and
you were riled,
Chasing you made us laugh,
But you were not a
happy cat,
It took a bit but you came to know,
This little
girl needed you so,
She was so proud that you were hers,
You
adapted and you endured,
She draped you around her neck,
It
seems you thought ~ “Oh, what the heck,”
Twenty years have come
and gone,
You’ve passed on to a brand new dawn,
The grand old
dame of this home,
Although you’re gone ~ You’re not
alone,
Your soul can walk on both sides now,
You are free to
play and prow,
Rainbow bridge is gaining fame,
Listen for
Robert to call your name,
Always remember your little
girl,
You helped her to grow in this world,
Her tears are her
love spilling out,
Always know that and never doubt,
Your
spirit will hear her silent cries,
It broke her heart to let you
die,
Come and visit and bring Rob too.
We’ll know you’re here
~ Because we both love you.
Blacker Thomason
March 15,
1986 ~ June 15, 2006
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Dearest Boy
Dearest boy ~ We so miss you,
Life is something we
can’t undo,
Our heart is broke ~ But not our love,
As you wait
for us above,
Pictures of you flood our soul,
We don‘t know
how to let you go,
Snap shots aren’t needed for us to
see,
The little man you were growing to be,
Running and
shouting just being a boy,
You were your sisters favorite
toy,
As you giggled and as you played,
You made life better
everyday,
The number of days that one lives,
Is not as
important as what one gives,
And you gave to all you met,
No
dear son ~ We won’t forget,
Yes, we cry because we’re sad,
We
loved being your mom and dad,
So play in the light of Heavens
Rays,
And know that you’re loved ~ For the rest of our
days.
Note:
In
rememberance of a two year old baby who drowned in a swimming pool.
His family misses him and is having a hard time without him.
His name and info is being with
held.
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Bill Balthus & Connie "Balthus"
Young
A Daddy’s Gift
Hand in hand ~ Large holds
small,
Daddy and daughter ~ His babydoll,
From infancy to
little girl,
She was his entire world,
As she grew ~ So did
dad,
Their love weaved into a plaid,
Pre-teen years and little
girl tears,
Met with a father's fears,
Fears that only fathers
know,
Fears that they never show,
Teen years come and boys are
met,
A dad can sense his biggest threat,
A young lady soon
evolves,
And daddy has lost his babydoll,
She has grown and so
has he,
Their plaid of love still being weaved.
~~~
Years
do pass and life is lived,
Each day of life became a gift,
Dad
grew older and needed more,
From the little girl that he
adored,
Hand in hand ~ Strong holds frail,
Daughter and daddy
~ In “Goodbye Hell”.
~~~
The tartan weave is all that’s
left,
Memories of love ~ A Daddy’s
Gift.
William Balthus
June 25, 1923
- November 4, 2004
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A Final Farewell
Dear Child Of My Child's
Child,
As these words find there way to
you,
I want you to know ~ I loved you too,
I wanted so much to hold you close,
To tickle your belly
and get your nose,
To read you stories and tuck you
in,
To kiss your boo-boos o'er
again,
To help you learn your
ABC's,
To count your fingers
1-2-3,
To hear you sing and see you dance,
To know your heart by a glance,
To teach you things only
grandma's can,
To give you strength by holding your hand,
I
wanted to spoil you and hear you laugh,
I wanted to be in your past,
I wanted to help you grow up
strong,
To help you learn right from
wrong,
I wanted you to know me
too,
To pass me on by loving
you,
But my darling little
girl,
I can't be in your
world,
We're going to miss those special days,
When
grandma's and little girls run away,
We're going to
miss a lot you see,
But with you I will
always be,
I'm in your blood ~ I'm in your
past,
These family ties will always
last,
Always know, that I'm proud of you,
And
remember dear, I love you too.
Forever Dear,
Great Grandma
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Stanley Lynch
Thirty Years
Dear
Stan,
Thirty years have come and gone,
Life has changed with
each new dawn,
No longer a teen goofing around,
Or dragging
Main all night uptown,
College days are in the past,
Staying
young didn’t last,
Of course, you know all I say,
By watching
over us everyday,
God gave you to us for a while,
Your memory
still makes us smile,
He also took you away so far,
To Heaven
on a beautiful star,
We send rockets in to the
skies,
Searching out the answers why,
We find craters, rocks
and brighter suns,
But, Heaven’s door bell is left unrung,
For
if Heavens address were in reach,
Our rocket ships would have
more seats,
In these seats your family would be,
On their way
hoping to see,
To touch your face and hold your hand,
To hug
you tight would feel so grand,
To hear your voice and your
laugh,
To catch up on and remember the past,
You’re an uncle
now times three,
All girls you’d love to see,
A reunion ~ A
visit ~ A few minutes in time,
Just to hold and touch you one
more time,
A family reunion outside Heaven’s Door,
We wouldn’t
stay long ~ Or ask for more,
Just know that we love you
still,
And we promise we always will,
Thirty years it’s been
so long,
Yesterdays memories are so strong,
We love you big
brother and mom loves you too,
Just thought it was time to write
a letter to you.
~ With Tender Thoughts & Precious
Moments ~
~ Your Family Loves You ~
Mom, Sis &
Don
Brodis Stanley
Lynch
June 21, 1956
- December 25,
1973
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Robert
Thomason
Dear Son,
You are my beautiful baby
boy,
You gave my life boundless joy,
You took our family from
two to three,
And now, it's time for you to leave.
Thirteen
years they say is old,
Just thirteen years ~ I can't let
go,
My heart is breaking right into,
I can't imagine life
without you.
You've been my shadow everyday,
You've been my
friend and never strayed,
I never considered that someday you'd
leave,
I still can't make myself believe.
You're growing
weaker as the hours pass,
And I know that your strength can't
last,
I roll your ball ~ No sparks to play,
I get your legs ~
You don't pull away.
You're not hungry anymore,
Not for ham or
chicken or treats galore,
You're carried now from out to
in,
From room to room and back again.
Your legs no longer help
you stand,
So your sister gives you a hand,
In hopes to help
find food you'll eat,
She cruises with you up & down fast
food streets.
You are "my son" and her "brother" too,
And as
you know "we both love you."
So take from us what you
need,
It's hard for us to set you free,
Even Blacker your old
mama cat,
Still guards and protects you between her naps.
So
Dear Son, we must all let go,
It's time for your long journey
"Home",
Go where the sun is always out,
With lots of shade
trees strewn about,
With plenty of room for you and sis to play
ball,
And I'll bring your necklace when I come to
call.
There'll be long walks and games to play,
Our Family
restored to yesterday,
We'll have time then to laugh and
catch-up,
It'll be like starting over when you were a pup.
~~~
We Love You Son,
Mom, Sis & Blacker
~~~
Robert
Thomason
February 25, 1988 - January 21, 2001
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*In Remembrance of Margaret "Peg" Balthus
What Mothers
Do
She was a wife
and a mother,
And she was lent to
you,
She led you through your
childhood,
As only a mother can
do.
She walked beside you in teen
years,
And held your hands at
times,
She watched you make life's
mistakes,
And knew that you'd be
fine,
She stood beside you when you were
grown,
And let you walk
away,
She knew all the joys and
sadness,
Of all mothers on that
day.
She knew you couldn't
stay,
The infant, child or
teen -
And that life is a long-long
journey,
And the future
unforeseen,
Now, she has gone
ahead,
To set the trail for
you,
Because she is your
Mother,
And that's "What Mother's
Do."
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*In Remembrance of Eugene C.
Mouzin
What Father's Do
Your Dad is gone,
From your life
now,
But, not from you
~
Inside.
He brought you up,
And stood you
tall,
He gave you pride
~
Inside.
He taught you
kindness,
Along with
joy,
To fill your heart
~
Inside.
He gave you,
All he had to
give
He'll stay with you
~
Inside.
The
boy you were and the man you are,
Are due to your
Father's hands,
He sculpted you like an artist
would,
An artist with a
plan.
An artist could have done no better,
Than your Father did with you,
He filled your life with
substance,
What more could a Father
Do?
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*In Remembrance
of Kelley Beckes Huebner
She Was Your Wife (Husband)
God Smiled
on you as you became,
He led you through intermittent
rains,
You laughed, you loved and you played,
He gave
you time ~ Beautiful Days.
He held your hand when there was
need,
He listened as your heart did
bleed,
He cried tears for your
soul,
He knew your pain in letting
go,
He laid beside you in the night,
He
stayed with you through the fight.
The fight
is over and death did win,
And you must know she is with
Him,
As you became - So you part,
Let them both live in your heart,
Dry your tears and
believe with all,
That some day soon you'll hear her
call,
You'll hear her whisper in the breeze,
As
the wind blows through the trees,
You'll see her smile and
know her love,
Is showering down from
above,
You'll see her nightly in your
sleep,
After praying "your soul to
keep."
God smiled
on you,
~ As you became ~
~ He was there in the beginning
~
The end was the
same.
Note: This poem works for both, husbands and
wives.
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