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A Mother’s Gift Of Resilience

15 Wednesday Mar 2023

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Two children came and sat outside
In the warm summer breezes.
They missed their Mother who had died.
Their hearts felt torn to pieces.

They wanted to honor the life she led,
For she loved her children dearly.
She would give a stranger a loaf of bread,
And she loved her God sincerely.

She would laugh and dance in the light of the moon,
And she sang like an angel from heaven.
She taught them to play an instrument
Although they were eight and eleven. 

Her children mastered the violin,
And she taught them right from the start:
"Music could touch the soul within
And soothe a grieving heart."

They went down to the creek that day, 
And they sat and drew their bows.
They smiled as the music became a dance
And they left their Mother a rose.

For she had given them a priceless skill
To deal with the losses ahead.
They came to love the music they made
And remembered the words she said..

-Yu/stan/kema-

Found on Facebook on 11-13-17,

sacred spirit.

Found on Pinterest on 4-24-16. The violinist (Shelbi) lynnA.

When Death Comes.

21 Tuesday Sep 2021

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Do not cry for me when I have gone

To meet my Master by Heaven’s Gate.

Even though I’ll miss you so,

I will not hesitate

To let the angels carry me away

Beyond the shining stars

To learn my fate.

Do not weep for me, for I’m not here.

My pain is gone, and I am young again.

I run by rushing streams and fields of flowers

And stop to say “hello” to my old friend. 

I listen to the angels sing their songs,

As I sit before the throne of God,

And feel my heart and soul begin to mend.

Do not spend your time in sorrow,

For I’ll be waiting here for you.

I’ll just be around the corner

Until your life is through.

We will all meet in Heaven,

When it is your time to come.

And God will make us anew.

-Yu/stan/kema-

” ‘Tis The Last Rose Of Summer,” by Thomas Moore.

21 Saturday Sep 2019

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” The following poem written by Thomas Moore, ‘Tis The Last Rose Of Summer, is a sad poem but it resonates deep in me as I grow older. It is a poem of death,loss, and what is valuable in this life.

When we reach a certain age, we begin noticing in the obituaries, people we once interacted with and had relationships with. With the death of each person, we feel a sense of loss. A part of our life falls away like roses losing their petals in the Fall. It is only inevitable that we start asking ourselves if life is still worth living without friends and family we love. This question is also reflected in Thomas Moore’s poem.”            Yu/stan/kema

‘TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER

“Tis the last rose of summer

Left blooming alone,

All her lovely companions

Are faded and gone;

No flower of her kindred,

No rosebud, is nigh,

To reflect back her blushes,

To give sigh for sigh.

 

I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one,

To pine on the stem;

Since the lovely are sleeping,

Go sleep thou with them.

Thus kindly I scatter,

Thy leaves o’er the bed,

Where thy mates of the garden

Lie scentless and dead.

 

So soon may I follow

When friendships decay,

And from Love’s shinning circle

The gems drop away!

When the hearts lie wither’d,

And fond ones are flown,

Oh! who would inhabit

This bleak world alone?

THOMAS MOORE

Where The Wild flowers Grow.

26 Sunday Aug 2018

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I went down to the meadow

Where the wild flowers grow.

I could see the tall ripe wheat

Dance where the wind blows. 

 

Found on Pinterest on 8-26-18. Photo by Tony Craddock. Science photo library.Wild Flower Meadow.

I felt some tear drops  fall

Down to the fertile ground,

As old memories of the past

Came and gathered around.

 

I met my loved one here.

He was gathering a bouquet

Of daisies and wild roses,

Which he gave away,

 

To me as I was standing

In the rays of the sun.

We laughed and chased each other

Until the day was done.

 

He told me he was leaving

To fight in a war overseas.

He said he’d love me forever,

And gave me a gentle squeeze.

 

Year after year I waited,

Down in the meadow for him.

Every year my heart broke,

Watching hope grow dim.

 

A man drove to town to tell me,

His son had died in the war.

He had left a letter for me,

One I could not ignore.

 

I took it down to the meadow,                              

Found on Pinterest on 8-26-18. Sierra Beach. theodysseyonline.com property of-jesustumblr.com.

And read his words in the wind.

I wept for the loss of my loved one,

And the pain that had no end.

 

He wrote “that he really loved me,

And did not want to die,

But God was coming to take him

To a meadow in the sky.”

 

“And when Your life is  over,

Ask where the wild flowers grow.

God will take you to me

For God loves us so.”

-Yu/stan/kema-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Things Change.

30 Monday Jul 2018

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I saw sweet sorrow

Follow me around the bend

Of the road by the grave-site

Of my best friend.

 

The words I could not speak

Seem to stick inside my throat.

The things I never did

Now seem so remote.

 

I took the time to follow

The path that leads down

To the place where she lies,

Six feet under the ground.

 

My heart weeps for her.

This loss can shatter me.

I need to let go

And accept reality.

 

No one understands

All the reasons why,

People sometimes change,

Despite how hard you try.

 

Life can bring a gift 

And then take it back.

It’s not out of punishment,

Or some thing you  lack.

 

Nature teaches us

That life is often  strange.

Just when you get use to it,

Some thing else can change. 

-Yu/stan/kema-   

A Band Of Brothers.

22 Sunday Jul 2018

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A BAND OF BROTHERS.

Found on Pinterest on 7-21-18. Sarah Carol Ann Broaddus saved to wars(Vietnam).

We are a band of brothers

And we stand strong.

We look out for each other

Even though the days are long.

 

We are a band of brothers

Who don’t accept defeat.

We have fought in many battles 

On land and in the street.

 

We are a group of men

From all walks of life.

Our skins are different colors, 

And we fight with guns and knifes

 

We fight for truth and justice,

And the right to live free,

So others can be treated

With respect and dignity.

 

We fight our foes in battle.

We’re aware that we might die,

But we watch out for each other,

And we’re not afraid to cry.

 

We have seen our brothers fall

In battle as we fight.

When we have to close their eyes,

We know war isn’t right. 

 

We are taught to follow orders,

To get the job done,

To achieve different tasks

Until the battle is won.

 

We are a band of brothers,

In life and in death.

We will always feel connected

Until our last breath.

-Yu/stan/kema-

In Dying.

26 Tuesday Jun 2018

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Death comes like a robber 

In the middle of the night

And changes the faces

Of those we hold tight.

 

Found on Facebook Timeline on 7-24-17. Country and Farm Photography. Taken by Carolyn Anderson.

We sit beside the dying,

See the ravages of time

Reflected in our loved ones,

And feel it is a crime.

 

Because we feel cheated

That we’ll never see again

The energy of youth

And things that might have been.

 

We remember all the secrets

We wish we had told,

And words we left unspoken

While we both grew old.

 

No one knows the dreams

We hid deep inside,

Nor the precious moments

When we both gave in to pride.

 

So it is with sadness, 

We watch their last breath,

As they let go of life

To embrace the arms of death.

-Yu/stan/kema-

 

 

Important Parts Of Life.

09 Monday Apr 2018

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Darkness and light

are both intertwined

among the threads

of my life’s fabric.

 

Found on Pinterest on 12-17-16. Stephen Hayward. Stars

Love and fear

are found at

the intersection of

commitments I make.

 

Beauty and truth

are found when I

contemplate my desire

for what is good.

 

Respect and faith

are a part of

any relationship

where trust endures.

 

Life and death

are journeys I

must endure

to embrace eternity.

 -Yu/stan/kema-

 

 

Autumn In Kansas.

23 Monday Oct 2017

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Autumn comes on tip-toe this year                       

 In the waning days of October.

The cold wind blows into Kansas,

And animals grow more fur.

 

Found on Google+ on 11-6-15. 1monique-breva.

The air smells crisp and clean,

And when the rain comes,

It falls gently on

The yellow chrysanthemums.

 

The rain holds wonderful scents

That reflect the treasures  of earth.

Yellow, orange, and red leaves dance

While children laugh with mirth.

 

Trees catch the last rays of the sun,

And leaves fall to the ground.

Death touches all living things

And leaves without a sound.

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

 

The Grieving Bee.

01 Thursday Jun 2017

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Found on Pinterest on 6-1-17. Still Flying by Mohan Duwal on Fivehundredpx.com.

Jack was a very curious bee,

Still he avoided the boundless sea.

He knew if he fell in to the waves,

He’d never know nectar from a pear tree.

So he huddled near by, under a leaf,

With hope in his heart and the strong belief,

That someday he could find love again

If he could live through this terrible grief:

 

He once loved a bee as sweet as wine,

And he made her his valentine.

She would race from him to the flowers

And dance with him before she’d dine.

They came together one stormy night.

She laid by him, snuggled in tight.

He wanted her for the rest of his life.

He found her dead in the morning light.

 

She had fallen down

From the tree to the ground.

She had fallen so quickly

Without a sound.

He mourned her for days

Her sweet, gentle ways.

He’d imagine her dancing

In  the sun’s rays.

Found on Pinterest on 6-1-17. awesomeinventions. com.

 

He decided to travel home for a while,                        

And try to forget her wonderful smile.

He traveled back to where he was born,

Knowing full well he was in denial.

He learned that: Bees come and die;

Sometimes there just isn’t a why;

Live in each moment as much as you can;

And don’t let good love pass you by.

Yu/stan/kema.