Margaret ღ♥ღ Boydღ♥ღ Hart

IITH NOVEMBER 2009

✿..LET US REMEMBER THEM...✿

✿ 'Please wear a poppy', the lady said
and held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old, and lined with care;
But beneath the scars the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.✿

✿ A boy came wistling down the street,
Bouncing along, on care free feet
His smile was full of joy and fun,
'Lady', said he, 'May I have one?'
When she pinned it on, he turned to say,
'Why do we wear a poppy today?'✿

✿ The lady smiled in her wistful way,
and answered, 'This is Rememberance Day,
And the poppy there is the symbol for,
the gallant men who died in war,
and because they died you and I are free--
Thats why we wear a poppy, you see'.✿

✿ 'I had a boy about your size,
with golden hair and big blue eyes.
He loved to play and jump and shout,
free as a bird he would race about.
As the years went by, he learned and grew
and became a man--as you will, too.' ✿

✿ 'He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
but he'd seemed with us such a little while
When war broke out and he went away,
I still remember his face that day.
When he smiled at me and said'Good-bye,
I'll soon be back, mom, so please don't cry'.✿

✿ 'But the war went on and he had to stay,
and all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight,
(I can see it in my dreams at night),
with the tanks and guns and cruel Barbed wire,
and the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire.'✿

✿'Till at last the war was won-
and thats why we wear a poppy son'.
The small boy turned as if to go,
Then said 'Thanks lady, I'm glad to know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight,
But your Son-- did he come back alright?'✿

✿ A tear rolled down each faded cheek;
she shook her head, but didn't speak.
I slunk away in a sort of shame,
and if you were me you'd have done the same;
For our thanks, in giving, is oft delayed,
though our freedome was bought-and thousands paid.✿

✿ And so when we see a poppy worn, let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their very all
and asked to answer their country's call
That we at home in peace might live.
Then wear a poppy. Remember-- and give!✿

✿ Lest we forget......✿



Copyright ~ 2009 by Blair Leger & ilovepoetry.com

Jude Swaddle 2 weeks ago

The Dragonfly - by Unknown Author

Once, in a little pond, in the muddy water under the lily pads, there lived a little water beetle in a community of water beetles. They lived a simple and comfortable life in the pond with few disturbances and interruptions. Once in a while, sadness would come to the community when one of their fellow beetles would climb the stem of a lily pad and would never be seen again. They knew when this happened; their friend was dead, gone forever.

Then, one day, one little water beetle felt an irresistible urge to climb up that stem. However, he was determined that he would not leave forever. He would come back and tell his friends what he had found at the top. When he reached the top and climbed out of the water onto the surface of the lily pad, he was so tired, and the sun felt so warm, that he decided he must take a nap. As he slept, his body changed and when he woke up, he had turned into a beautiful blue-tailed dragonfly with broad wings and a slender body designed for flying.

So, fly he did! And, as he soared he saw the beauty of a whole new world and a far superior way of life to what he had never known existed. Then he remembered his beetle friends and how they were thinking by now he was dead. He wanted to go back to tell them, and explain to them that he was now more alive than he had ever been before. His life had been fulfilled rather than ended. But, his new body would not go down into the water. He could not get back to tell his friends the good news. Then he understood that their time would come, when they, too, would know what he now knew. So, he raised his wings and flew off into his joyous new life!

Joanne Mitchell (Friend) 3 weeks ago

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21st October 2009

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Jude Swaddle October 21, 2009

Special Angel Day - by Carmelle Gross

We do not need a special day
To bring you to our minds.
The days we do not think of you
Are very hard to find.

Each morning when we awake
We know that you are gone.
And no one knows the heartache
As we try to carry on.

Our hearts still ache with sadness
And secret tears still flow.
What it meant to lose you
No one will ever know.

Our thoughts are always with you,
Your place no one can fill.
In life we loved you dearly;
In death we love you still.

There will always be a heartache,
And often a silent tear.
But always a precious memory
Of the days when you were here.

If tears would make a staircase,
And heartaches make a lane,
We'd walk the path to heaven
And bring you home again.

We hold you close within our hearts;
And there you will remain,
To walk with us throughout our lives
Until we meet again.

Our family chain is broken now,
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.

Joanne Mitchell (Friend) October 17, 2009

What Is A Mother? - by Unknown Author

A Mother will walk the extra mile
just to see her children smile.
She'll work her fingers to the bone
to make a house into a home.

A Mother is there to teach and guide,
a Mother will stay right by your side.
She'll be there through your pain and strife,
she'll stay constant in your life.

A Mother will lend a helping hand
until you have the strength to stand.
She'll pick you up when you are down,
when you need a friend she'll stick around.

A Mother is one who listens well,
will keep her word; will never tell.

A Mother never pokes or pries
but stands quietly by your side,
giving you the strength you need,
encouraging you to succeed.

A Mother is one who can be strong
when you need someone to lean on.
You share a love that knows no end,
she’s more than a Mother,
she’s your best friend.

Joanne Mitchell (Friend) October 17, 2009

Read at Kierans Funeral

Miss Me But Let Me Go


When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no tears in a gloom-filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little – But not for long
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me – But let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone,
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan
A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to your friends that we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good works,
Miss me – But let me go.

Perhaps if we could see the splendour of the land
To which our loved ones are called from you and me,
We’d understand

Perhaps if we could hear the welcome they receive
From old familiar voices all so dear
We would not grieve.

Perhaps if we could know the reason why they went
We’d smile and wipe away the tears that flow
We’d wait content

Miss me – But let me go

Tricia Donaldson Kierans Mum (GTS Friend) October 8, 2009

LoVe AlWaYs MuM xXxX

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Sandra Mitchell (Daughter) September 11, 2009

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3rd September 2009

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♥.Our thoughts are ever with you.♥

♥.Though you have passed away.♥

♥.And those who love you dearly.♥

♥.Are thinking of you today.♥

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Margaret Ferguson September 3, 2009

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Tributes For This Week

My computer is running very slow at the moment I will have to get it looked at so I will be back online A.S.A.P. I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone for all you do for Christopher & I it is very much appreciated

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FOR MONDAY 31st August

Our thoughts are ever with you
Though you have passed away.
And those who loved you dearly
Are thinking of you today.

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FOR TUESDAY

Everyday in some small way
Memories of you come our way.
Though absent, you are always near
Still missed, loved and always dear.

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FOR WEDNESDAY

No farewell words were spoken,
No time to say goodbye,
You were gone before we knew it,
And only God can tell us why.

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FOR THURSDAY

We can't have old days back
When we were all together.
But secret tears and loving thoughts
Will be with us forever.

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FOR FRIDAY

Love Lives On
Those we love
Are never really lost to us –

We feel them
In so many special ways-

Through friends
They always cared about

And dreams they left behind,
In beauty that they added to our days...

In words of wisdom we still carry with us
And memories that never will be gone...

Those we love are never really lost to us -
For everywhere their special love lives on.

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FOR SATURDAY

If Roses Grow in Heaven

If roses grow in Heaven Lord
Please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my loved ones arms
and tell them they're from me.

Tell them I love and miss them,
And when they turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon their cheeks
And hold them for a while.

Because remembering them is easy,
I do it everyday,
But there is an ache within my heart
That will never go away.


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FOR SUNDAY

Still With Us

Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am a diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there...I DID NOT DIE.


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Thoughts Today, Memories Forever

Angela Christopher’s Very Proud Mum

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Marie-Angela Rowe August 31, 2009

IT BROKE OUR HEARTS.........

IT BROKE OUR HEARTS TO LOSE YOU MUM WE KNOW YOU WERE IN PAIN
THE ANGELS HAD TO COME DOWN TO YOU A WHISPER YOUR WONDERFUL NAME
TODAY IT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY WE WILL ALWAYS SEND YOU OUR LOVE
WE KNOW THAT IT IS SPENT IN PARADISE IN GODS GARDEN ABOVE


WE MISS YOU MORE THAN ANY WORDS CAN SAY
WE ALL MISS YOU EVEN MORE ON YOUR ANGEL BIRTHDAY
SO WE WILL BLOW ALL OUR KISSES UP TO THE SKY SO BLUE
KNOWING THAT WE WILL MEET AGAIN WHEN OUR TIME ON EARTH IS THROUGH......
copyright© Rosalind Roberts 16/8/09

Broken Hearted Mum (GTS Friend) August 16, 2009