Tag: love
group name: amemorialtoyou
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March 14, 2006 03:51 PM EST --
There at the edge of nothing
someone waits for me.
His essence fills the air
enabling me to breathe.
I draw the life he exhaled
so very long ago,
pull it deep inside
to energize my soul.
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April 05, 2006 11:10 AM EDT --
A Vermont National Guardsman killed last week in Afghanistan was killed by friendly fire, the Boston Globe reported today. Master Sergeant John Thomas Stone, 52, was struck in the torso by small-arms fire . . .
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May 02, 2006 04:54 PM EDT --
We took the dogs to the vet today. Only one came home. Skipper is already missing little Diamond, and I waver between tearfilled sadness and relief. Deep in my heart I knew she was edging closer . . .
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May 04, 2006 09:05 AM EDT --
It has been twenty-four years, now. It is easy to keep track. I was pregnant with my first daughter when my father got sick and died. She was my first, my family's first. She is what got us through . . .
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March 25, 2006 08:03 PM EST --
How selfish can I get? I went through a lot of anger last year on my birthday. Forget that I felt trapped in a relationship that had ended more than a year before. Forget that I only had one loved-one . . .
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May 11, 2006 03:39 PM EDT --
Paths That Cross
Growth is obvious in flower beds
And buds of bush and trees.
Spring, with life just beginning
All over the land.
A beautiful spirit sleeps silently
A flower in a nursing home bed.
Spring, . . .
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April 20, 2006 12:17 AM EDT --
Buttons, coffee,
books and love,
that's what the woman
was made of.
Tears, pain
black eyes too,
but she loved me,
and she loved you.
Nights of horror
nights of shame;
we all know who
must . . .
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May 26, 2006 12:17 AM EDT --
My fiancee died 40 years ago today. I have been thinking of him on and off all day. I was so young and innocent then, so very much in love.
1963: I am standing at my bedroom window. I am depressed . . .
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April 01, 2006 09:06 AM EST --
You love me with your eyes
and reach the deepest well.
The slightest of a moment
may birth a new love cell.
You touch me with your eyes
ravishing my senses anew.
Not allowing a relaxed void
I treasure . . .
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January 24, 2006 12:27 PM EST --
(Written in January 2005)
Dear Olivia,
I am sitting here trying to find a way to tell you what is in my heart. Since you came into my life, I see everything different. I realize how precious life . . .
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April 28, 2006 12:07 PM EDT --
beryl recently sent me a link to her page at the Minnesota States ArtsBoard site of the Art of Recovery reading she did last weekend, at theMinnesota State Arts Board. There's a video of her . . .
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June 12, 2006 11:47 AM EDT --
Icy Repose - I Pray Not
My little Calico
A runt were you
So scared to come out
I named you Pru
From behind the couch
You slowly came
Liking the passing of our hands
Over your . . .
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July 27, 2006 12:31 AM EDT --
I have written before about the death of my fiancee, Robert Varraso, when I was just 20 years old. This is something I wrote shortly after he died.
I had never expected to be there. I stepped . . .
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August 03, 2006 01:08 AM EDT --
Seasons of Love by Jonathan Larson
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, . . .
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April 16, 2006 01:34 AM EDT --
When I see you
why do I think of butterflies
might it be a tingle
or that twinkle in your eyes.
Could be we know
what might be here tomorrow
a lovely ride up high
to toss out grief and sorrow. . . .
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April 24, 2006 12:42 PM EDT --
Dear Friend,
I cannot express in mere words what I am feeling for you during this time of sorrow. I want to hold you in my arms and cradle you, helping you through you grief, helping you . . .
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March 20, 2006 03:26 PM EST --
I never got to tell my granny goodbye. She died when I was a Senior in high school, busy with friends and dealing with my first broken heart. She was at the bottom of my priority list at the . . .
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December 15, 2005 08:17 AM EST --
I wrote this for Francesca when she was nineteen, never dreaming that, one day, I'd be using it to pay tribute at her funeral.
--Beryl Singleton Bissell
This evening, I watch you force the zipper . . .
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May 15, 2006 05:03 AM EDT --
When I was four, we went to Sears. You wore seamed stockings, a black dress and a hat with a veil.
All I ever wanted was to try on dresses.
When I was six, I went to kindergarten.
All I ever wanted . . .
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