"Will you forgive me if I go on?
If you can't make this earthly journey through time with me
Will you then come along in my
Heart and wish me well?"
"When a loved one dies, time itself doesn't heal all wounds.
It's what you choose to do in the midst of grief
that promotes healing and leads to new hope and freedom".
If you can't make this earthly journey through time with me
Will you then come along in my
Heart and wish me well?"
"When a loved one dies, time itself doesn't heal all wounds.
It's what you choose to do in the midst of grief
that promotes healing and leads to new hope and freedom".
Amaldo Pangrazzi
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on Th’ Owd Family Bible by William Baron, on November 3Though the poem reads in a sad tone it's actually a very uplifting poem. It's full of love, the love of the people who have gone before and in turn, they too are being treasured as is the 'Family Bible'. I would have liked to see one more stanza saying that the Bible will be passed to the next generation.
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on 'And the Place Thereof...' by Rachel Lyman Field, on November 3A very sad depiction of the death of someone both loved and respected. This man will be sadly missed, by his garden, the birds, those who knew him, his passing has left a void,
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on No one knows the reason why by Rachel Lyman Field, on November 3This is sweet. A rather lovely way to portray spider webs.
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on Mutton by C J Dennis, on November 3Oh Dear! I've experience the heat CJD talks about in the beginning stanza, thankfully without the odour of Mutton!
This poem has a brilliant beat, quite fast which belies the undercurrent of wading through an awful stench on a daily basis.
I find this very funny, but then I don't have to eat mutton! :-)
