wonderful, thank you
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you write with deepness and true feeling. wow.
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thank you, i really like this one

thank you
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isn't that the truth.
thank you

here is my back at ya hey to shy, kay and jim! glad ya popped into little ol' central. i think that most of us are bored, that is why we do this sort of thing.
nice jeep jim. if i were younger, or you were older,i would tell ya to drive it on down here to pana and i would ride with ya somewhere. i like to go visit out of the way places that i have not been to. which, since i had such boring marriages, i haven't been to many, so that leaves the "road wide open"
huggggssss to all

thanks winx
i found myself totally alone for the first time in my 50 years of life. it was hard, but here i am to say i made it!!
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thank you pkh
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thank you mirror
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sending big huggss to you!! it gets better.

The peace and the quiet that I waited for
The fighting and yelling can be heard no more
No more toys can be found strewn across the floor
The nest is empty
The TV I watch without interference
The things I can buy before they’re on clearance
The things that I finish with much perseverance
The nest is empty
The crickets outside the creaks of the stairs
The sounds that I never even knew that were there
The things that I find that I knew were somewhere
The nest is empty
No more whispering sounds heard as they say their prayers
No more cuddling, snuggling in my rocking chair
Now the tears in the night that I wipe are not theirs
My heart is empty
tdb 8/02/08

Tonight my heart is aching
The emptiness it feels
When the sun is shining
It won’t seem real
I look out in the moonlit night
And wish upon a star
Digging for my memories
In a cookie jar
The breeze it gently whispers
In my ear
The secrets that I’ll never know
I’ll only fear
Lonely hearts are breaking
Each minute gone
They sing them on the radio
In lonely songs
Though holes they fill my heart
With spots of emptiness
The pieces that surround them
Will ease the stress
The aching that I feel tonight
Soon will leave
Just like the tears I’ll wipe away
On my jacket sleeve
The loneliness that I now feel
Will wander on its way
The aching that is deep inside
Will flee when night comes day
tdb 8/2/08
actually written another time, but posted on this date

wow. that is hard to believe that there is no one else in central il posting on this site.
maybe you might like to say hey if you do live in central il??? i would say hey back at ya!
huggsss
seena

For the Love of Our Heroes

For the Love of Our Heroes
Shout it out for all to hear
That our children are Our Heroes
Let the country hear our cheers
Your son, he took a bullet
To save his friend in Afghanistan
My daughter shipped the supplies
To Iraq and back again
The neighbor left his children
To fight in this big war
To die protecting others
Now they will see him no more
Our Heroes are the Veterans
Who fought the wars before
And now they send their children
To fight in the newest war
And don’t forget that mothers
Are Heroes in their own way
They struggle to be strong and pray
For their children every day
Our Heroes are Americans
That fights for the rights of others
And I am proud to say
That I am a Heroes mother
For the Love of Our Heroes
Shout it out for all to hear
That our children are Our Heroes
Let the country hear our cheers
tdb 7/31/08

I Choose You
You know you are my family
Because we lived together
But I wanted you to all know that
It never could get better
If it were required that I had to chose
My sisters or my brothers
I wouldn’t need to look around
I wouldn’t want any others
Through the smiles and the tears
You’ve stood right next to me
The laughter and the fears
Where else is there to be
All the joys and all the sorrows
Will follow us wherever
The todays and the tomorrows
We can count on for forever
To my family
I wanted you to know
The words have been unsaid too long
It’s time they made their show
Alone we could have made it
Though difficult it would be
If I had to make the choice
I’d choose you to be my family
tdb 7/31/08

there are thousands of other moms out there that feel the very same way.
huggggggsssssssss
to you and your son

very good

He Was Mine First

Here I sit with my child at my feet
Wrapped snuggly in his warm blankets
Sleeping quietly looking so peaceful
When earlier it was not so
He had been so sick, crying with pain
I rocked him while he wept
I whispered in his ear that it would get better
I gave him medicine and wiped his brow
And I worried
I wept when he could not see me
I prayed to the Lord to help me care for him
Tears running down my cheeks
I begged for him to take my child’s pain
To give him relief from his illness
I must have fallen asleep
For I was awakened by a rustling noise
Standing before me I saw a man but I felt no fear
He was wearing a flowing white robe
He reached and took my child from my arms
The only words He spoke were
“He was mine first,
I am the One who died to make him mine first”
With that He gently laid my child on the floor
Brushing his hair from his forehead with a gentle hand
Then He was gone
My child stirred and woke looking at me
He told me that he walked with a man in a long robe
And the man said he must get well for he had things to do
And the man rubbed his head then left him
And he felt better
Tears fell down my cheeks as I thanked the Lord
For coming to my child and healing him
I hugged my child close to me then lay him down again
And he fell back to sleep
Thank you Lord for making him yours first
But I thank you most for making him mine now
tdb 7/30/08

uk1971-your soldier poem brought this one on. thank you.
seena

I Hear a Mother

I hear a mother crying
Her tears hid in the night
She doesn’t want her son to know
She fears for him to fight
She wipes the tears from her wet cheeks
Puts a cool rag to her face
Runs a comb quickly through her hair
Then steps from her safe place
I hear a mother whispering
A choking in her voice
Dear Lord my son’s going over there
You know that’s not my choice
She begs of Him to bring her son
Back home from this war
The same way she was sending him
She asked for nothing more
I hear a mother speaking out
To someone on the street
They shouted out to stop this war
It’s a Vietnam repeat
She stood up to the stranger
Who spoke that hateful way
That he should be there with her son
Instead of making this display
I hear a mother rejoicing
Her voice sings out in praise
Her son is coming home to her
He’s finished out his days
Right now this minute as we speak
He’s boarding on the plane
It won’t be long ‘til he arrives
Then he’ll be home again
I hear a mother weeping
Her tears are freely flowing
She hugs him to her tightly
Her face so brightly glowing
She holds him back to look at him
As if he’d just been born
But all she sees is a tired boy
Who’s come back to her worn
I hear a mother praying
Dear Lord, thank you
tdb 7/29/08

so sad
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