21. In Memory Of Christian
There are only a handful of people
You'll meet in life
That truly touch your heart
And make you glad you're alive
There are only a handful of people
You'll meet in life
That truly touch your heart
And make you glad you're alive
Our son, Christian, passed away suddenly at the age of 26 on October 20th, 2006. I came across this poem; it reminded me so much of our Christian. He had that type of personality and the...
Advertisement
Advertisement
It's sometimes easy to think
We have nothing to give;
Yet we often have more to offer
Than we tend to believe.
Advertisement
Advertisement
None of us can stop.
We all want to get to the top.
We want to finish in front of the line,
But we're running out of time.
That is so true. So many people think life is just about having an education and getting a job and earning money, but you're right. Life is so much more. Most people fail to realize that...
What does it take to be a volunteer?
Must you travel afar, or is there someplace near
Where there is a need that is evident--
Where someone would think you were heaven sent
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me.
That old saying is such nonsense.
We all come warmly from the womb,
Unprinted pages to be filled.
Brought forth upon the stage of life
On which our character starts to build.
Alora states just how connected we are with this poem. Her ability to show how encompassing life is, is beautiful! All of us are underneath the same sky with the same sun and moon!
If you have helped one single person
To overcome a prejudicial mind,
You have made an angel sing.
Famous Poem
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?
A soulful poem. Sometimes or many times for some people it's the "going through" the sorrows that make life worth living. A hard way to learn a life lesson, but it often turns out better than...
Could there be a world of caring?
Offering our goodwill and sharing
Makes this world a finer place.
Pitying the broken of our race
If only
We'd have helping hands that lead,
Open arms accepting those in need,
Not fingers pointing out misdeeds.
Sometimes the light will shine through.
It makes its way to the surafce to show you
That within all this mess and chaos,
There is still a spark to help us when we're at a loss.
Is there anything as tranquil
As a brightly glowing jonquil
That stands in sweet serenity,
A part of nature's tapestry?
We are not the same,
Not in creed, in colour or name.
Yet together we inhabit this earth,
We should value each other's worth.
Thank you, Silas, for your comment. I am pleased my poem resonates with you.
One kind word can change a thought,
It can change an opinion,
Change a mind.
You hold my hand,
I, like a child, feel safe.
You hold my hand,
I feel a warm embrace.
Ann, all of your work is so special, amazing, and creative. I am so jealous at how you can convey a deep, powerful message in so few words. I tend to ramble on and on, and I literally can't...
Outside my window flowers bloom
In a rampant disarray.
They pay no heed to color schemes
In their wonderful display.
To those who partied around the world
Or those that lay in bed and curled
up to the one they hold so dear
I wish you all Happy New year.
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
He was nowhere around
Where was he to be found?
Focus on self only makes
the world a dreary place to live.
But you make it a brighter scene
when you find a way to give.
"Leave a gift for someone
who won't find out it's from you."
That is hitting the bull's eye of generosity, and it's fun.
Just for today,
Can we forget about race,
Colour, religion
And who isn't 'straight'