The Watcher She always leaned to watch for us Anxious if we were late, In winter by the window, In summer by the gate. And though we mocked her tenderly Who had such foolish care, The long way home would seem more safe, Because she waited there. Her thoughts were all so full of us, She never could forget, And so I think that where she is She must be watching yet. Waiting ‘til we come home to her Anxious if we are late Watching from Heaven’s window Leaning from Heaven’s gate. by Margaret Widdemer _________________________ After Glow I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one. I’d like to leave an after glow of smiles when life is done, I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, Of happy times and laughing times and bright and summer days. I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun, Of happy memories that I leave When life is done. ______________________________________ As We Look Back As we look back over time We find ourselves wondering ..... Did we remember to thank you enough For all you have done for us? For all the times you were by our sides To help and support us ..... To celebrate our successes To understand our problems And accept our defeats? Or for teaching us by your example, The value of hard work, good judgement, Courage and integrity? We wonder if we ever thanked you For the sacrifices you made. To let us have the very best? And for the simple things Like laughter, smiles and times we shared? If we have forgotten to show our Gratitude enough for all the things you did, Were thanking you now. And we are hoping you knew all along, How much you meant to us. ___________________________ ……….Who She Was The memories of the past are vague The hurts are forever and forgiven What I have today is what there is forever And those are the memories of all I have to hold on to. In my mind I remember a face-one of beauty One with rarely a frown And almost always a smile Never a harsh word-just a kind gentle smile I hear her voice as she says kind words to all who she knew The words were always soft And they were who she was I will forever hear her say “Hi Honey” soft and gentle was her voice In the air I breathe I know she is there To guide and protect all who she love I will forever be grateful I was born through her to love I am now who she was
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