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Why is it when someone you love dies that you replay years worth of memories in your head in a few hours remembering every word, every look, every emotion you felt and witnessed and yet you crave…Continue
Started by MarieSte. Last reply by MarieSte Dec 19, 2016.
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Bubble Wrap
If only we could wrap you in bubble wrap.
From the day you arrived plump and perfect we knew we were woefully unprepared to be your parents.
But we knew one thing – our job was to keep you safe.
If only we could wrap you in bubble wrap.
No good parent would permit you to climb. Everywhere.
No good parent would permit you to tear down streets and slopes on bikes and blades and boards.
No good parent would ever permit you to drive.
No good parent would permit you to go to Afghanistan or patrol the streets of south Phoenix.
No good parent believes you should have guns and knives and for God's sake, you shouldn't need body armor, much less compare yours to your sibling's.
No good parent would ever permit you to get near a motorcycle.
If only we could wrap you in bubble wrap.
Certainly, no good parent would permit you to fall in love. A broken heart hurts far too much
If only we could wrap you in bubble wrap.
But how would you laugh?
How would you love?
How would you walk and run and soar?
Who would you serve?
How would you make us so proud?
How would the world know what we know – how special you are.
If only we could wrap you in bubble wrap – you wouldn’t let us.
So we wrapped you in love, did our best, and asked God to keep you safe.
You lived. You loved. You served. You soared.
For our girls, we'll pray and try to keep you safe but still worry about you every day.
For you, our job is finished far too soon.
Somewhere you are soaring as you ride down the highway with the wind blowing in your hair.
Somewhere there is a stray dog riding with you.
For you, there’s no need for bubble wrap or body armor. Now it’s your heavenly father’s turn to wrap you in love and keep you safe as you soar without pain and unafraid.
dnt thng i cud do it till i tryd
How many times can your heart shatter?
How many pieces can it possibly become?
How many times can it be torn apart?
Before its beat stops its thrum.
A Thousand pieces it breaks into
A million more to come
A thousand pieces shatter again
Since you were called back home.
How many times can your heart shatter?
How many pieces can it possibly become?
How many times can it be torn apart?
Before its beat stops its thrum.
A million pieces, sparkling like glitter
Slowly fall to the ground.
Ash to ash and dust to dust
To you I'm forever bound.
How many times can your heart shatter?
How many pieces can it possibly become?
How many times can it be torn apart?
Before its beat stops its thrum.
By C.E.S.Haynes
December 3, 2015
Eternity it feels like,
Will pass before I see
Your sweet, loving face
And in your arms I'll be.
So soft a hand you'd say
Held by one so strong.
Now is held by nothing.
Through a life that seems so long.
I know I have my children.
My friends I hold so dear.
But there's no one to stand with me
Through my Golden Years.
By C.E.S.Haynes
December 3, 2015
I kneel beside your gravesite
And begin to shake my head...
How does a mother cope with
The truth her child is dead ?
But there it is, plain as day
Deeply etched within the stone
My finger moves along the date
You left me here to mourn
A sigh escapes from deep within
The anguish in my soul
Imploring God for more time with you
His angels from me stole
Yet I know it's all in vain
This wish to have you still
A part of me can't let you go
And probably never will...
I place a rose next to your name
Brush away the errant leaves
Wrap my arms around my legs
And cry into my sleeves
I sing you Happy Birthday
Trying to wipe away the tears
And swallow all my anger
Resenting the missing years
I long to hear your laughter
We would've shared upon this day
And the quiet moments together
If only you had stayed...
I stand because it's time to leave
Life beckons me far from you
But for me, I don't want to go
I don't want to face the truth...
That you are never coming home
And begin shaking my head
Because I cannot cope with
The fact that you are....
Eva
That should be better....
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