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Don't live a life in memory of the past, ripples on the water, of a stone that was cast. Go forward in honor, dignity, and pride. Carrying my love for you, always, inside.  -- Submitted by Jerry Ackerman from Syracuse, NY e-mail: ackermang@nvg.com   Editor's Pick: TO MY FATHER, MY HERO You offered me advice but let me decide what to do with it. You offered me books so my knowledge might grow but let me expand it. You offered me your hand so I may not fall, and when I slipped you just held on tighter. You pointed the way but let me walk the path. You dreamed for me but let me pursue my own dreams. You have loved me with a love that lets me be me, a love that lets me go, and still you love me. -- Submitted by Erin from Oshkosh, WI e-mail: earnbucket@yahoo.com SLEEPY-EYED ANGEL Lazy little blue-eyed gal With hair of blond and pretty curls; Close your eyes and go to sleep While in your hair, my finger twirls. Within my arms you feel secure But I won't always keep you there, For one day, you will go away And no longer want my rocking chair. For now, you're mine, my little one And I can hold and kiss your cheek; Tomorrow will see you all grown up With another's kiss that you will seek. Grandma's sleepy-eyed angel girl; Must you grow before my eyes? I want to keep you close to me And have you, always, remain this size. -- Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North Carolina e-mail: sara689@yahoo.com PRECIOUS TIME TOGETHER  "Can we help in the kitchen?" "Can we watch you cook?" I'd rather do this myself, Then I stop and look  At the innocent faces So eager to learn. Selfish, no more, For now it's their turn.  Clothes will get dirty, Dust will appear, Chores never ending Year after year.  One morning the sun will rise, They'll wake with elation. For they've grown and matured, Today is graduation.  No longer will they need me To plan their day. The years must have flown And now they're on their way.  Yet I wake from a dream, Time is on my side. They're still little angels Needing me to guide.  So I say to them, "I'll play and read books. I'll teach you to be Great little cooks."  For as you grow And think of your Mother, Remember my love for you Is like no other. -- Submitted by Lauren Swalberg from San Anselmo, CA e-mail: swallyfour@aol.com RACOONS OUTSIDE HER WINDOW  She sleeps comfortably in her bed, Cozy, with a comforter made of Pastel colored flowers and A soft pillow for her head.  She dreams of a carousel With white horses to ride On silvery manes with bows, Hearing a noise she can't tell...  She awakens, realizing the squeaks And shuffles are outside her Window, Lying, listening, each Sound enhanced, reaching it's peaks.  Soon Mom sings soft tunes, Consoling, comforting, convincing Her precious girl, the unknown squeaks Are the language of racoons.  -- Submitted by Lauren Swalberg from San Anselmo, CA e-mail: swallyfour@aol.com Lachlan is at the age of three Oh, what trouble he can be Drew on the car with chalk that he found Pulls the rear wiper on the car down  Puts things in the video that should not be there Draws on the walls without a care Throws things over the fence that he can't get In K-mart he rode a bike off into the sunset  There's stuff on the couch of one thing or another Like milk, toothpaste and texta color With a BBQ tool he chopped holes in the bed Pulled the curtains down just missing his head  And into the toaster went a little plastic man Fire and smoke, quickly turn on the fan Gets everything wet when he turns on the hose And with one mighty kick he broke the window  I shouldn't sit here writing this poem He is probably now destroying my home But I shouldn't let this worry me I must remember he is only three!  -- Submitted by Virginia Gronow from Wattle Glen e-mail: virginia@ausnetinfo.com.au SPIRIT WITHIN I'd sit alone in the tall grass that swayed in the warm summer breeze. When the sun went down, i'd leave my spot in the grass that came to my knees. I'd do this forever, and not know why, I'd be so happy, so happy I'd cry. My father once told me, I had my mother's spirit within, Oh how I loved her, my dear Kelly Lynn. Till God bore her away from me, and she told me she loved me. My dear, dear Kelly Lynn.  -- Submitted by Jordan from Katy, Texas e-mail: DarkWaterTavern@aol.com TO MY AUNT You walked in sunshine while you were here You sang with a voice so loud and clear You smiled so brightly it would bring a tear You laughed so happily it banished all fear You were strong supportive kind loving warm responsive happy smart You were at times my friend my hero I'll miss your voice your words your hugs Thank you for the memories of our time summers in your garden Christmases in your home laughter and love always I am richer for knowing you Vaya Con Dios, Tia  -- Submitted by Carra Wilmoth from Pearl, MS e-mail: mscriquet@aol.com GOD TOOK YOU AWAY Ss I stood by your bed and held your hand tight I could see the pain in your face, although you tried to hide it.  My face was wet from tears, my hands were pale from worry. But with all the effort you had, you looked up at me and smiled.  I tried to smile back, but I couldn't bring myself to do it because I knew that you were dying and there was nothing I could do.  Then your smile faded as you slowly shut your eyes and all those emotions I held inside where all of a sudden alive.  All the pain and suffering, that I felt deep inside were shown by tears that wouldn't stop no matter how hard I tried.  It was then I remembered you had promised me that all I had to do was pray and you would come down from heaven and be there with me.  So I looked up to the sky and prayed right then and there that you would come down to heaven and be there with me  It was then my tears started to stop, as quickly as they had begun and I knew God had sent an angel, down from above.  And that angel was you he sent you down from heaven to comfort and ease my pain. Then I realized He took you up to heaven so you could watch up over me and when I felt like I was all alone you could be there to comfort me. -- Submitted by Katie from Spokane, Washinton e-mail: ShasaKarla@msn.com A SPECIAL BOND You made every wish come true, I mean everything to you, I'm thankful for each day you gave me. In our small big house by the roaring sea. Spoke for me when I was weak, Would climb all the way to that mountain's peak, I love you forever, you and me, In our small big house by the roaring sea.  Gave me wings so that i may fly, Flew over the seas and into the sky. Our love is strong between you and me, In our small big house by the roaring sea.  Daddy, you mean the world to me and so much more, Now it's my turn to show you how much I love you, and to even out the score.  -- Submitted by Jordan from Katy, Texas e-mail: Darkwatertavern@aol.com BABY, BABY Baby, baby hold your head up high, Baby, baby please don't cry. Momma's gonna leave you here, Hold her memory in your heart so you can keep her near. I know you think you did her wrong, But think of the memories as a play, as a song. Baby, baby it's her time to leave, Baby, baby please don't sit there and grieve. Baby, baby momma's gonna leave you, so behave, Be good for your daddy, make sure that you're brave. Give that warm loving smile and your gentle loving touch, How she's gonna miss that, oh so much. Baby, baby I keep using this line, Please always think of her as beautiful and divine. Baby, baby it's time to let go, She loves you and always will, thought you'd just like to know. -- Submitted by T. Nicole from Australia e-mail: dancin_dolly67@hotmail.com I AM MY OWN GRANDPA Many, many years ago When I was twenty-three I got married to a widow Pretty as could be. This widow had a grow-up daughter With flowing hair of red. My father fell in love with her, And soon the two were wed. This made my dad my son-in-law And changed my very life. Now my daughter was my mother, For she was my father's wife. To complicate the matters worse, Although it brought me joy, I soon became the father Of a bouncing baby boy. My little baby then became A brother-in-law to dad. And so became my uncle, Though it made me very sad. For if he was my uncle, Then that also made him brother To the widow's grown-up daughter Who, of course, was my step-mother. Father's wife then had a son Who kept them on the run. And he became my grandson, For he was my daughter's son. My wife is now my mother's mother And it makes me blue. Because, although she is my wife, She's my grandma, too. If my wife is my grandmother, Then I am her grandchild. And every time I think of it, It simply drives me wild. For now I have become The strangest case you ever saw, As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa -- Submitted by Molly Ellis from Dallas, Texas e-mail: sportgrl1306@aol.com MOTHER-IN-LAW Some think it a dirty word, And speak of it with malice As if it rhymed with buzzard Or other words like callous. But you have never known The one that I call mine. For she is good down to the bone And I think her just divine. She is strong and strengthens me And from her faith I draw. I can say I love her deeply, This one called mother-in-law. -- Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North Carolina e-mail: sara689@yahoo.com I WANT MY MUM TO LOVE ME Why are you like this, so unfair, this pain inside I cannot bear. You make me sad, you make me cry, give me an answer, just tell me why. Why do you give him what he wants, but when I ask, there's no response. Why does my brother get more than I, It's like I'm left in the cold to die. This isn't about lollies or clothes, this favoritism no one knows. How far it's gone, it's very deep, your love for me you cannot keep. I hope you realize what you've done, you've got a daugher as well as a son.  -- Submitted by Kimberley Shuttleworth from Brisbane, Queensland, Australia e-mail: sweet_lips_emperor@hotmail.com MUST WE FIGHT? You gaze at me in a stony silence. You turn on your heel and leave the room. The door slams shut behind you And I am left all alone. I bite down the urge to run afer you To shout and make you listen to me I know it won't solve anything And it's best to leave you be. Scenes like this are so common now, You're growing away from me, it seems. Your favourite word is "sorry" But you don't know what it means! I know I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry I was hurt. You mean so very much to me Love is much too small a word. How do I tell you how I feel? When all we do is yell at each other? Always remember that I love you And I'll always be your mother. -- Submitted by Dorothy Hyett from Havant, Hants, UK e-mail: Dillhyett@aol.com Sometimes I feel so useless, my mother tells me so. Of course she doesn't say it in that way, but I know. Sometimes I feel so depressed. My mother makes me feel this way. She tells my aunt I'm better off without a husband anyway. Sometimes I feel like I"m no good. My other makes me feel this way. She compares me to my cousin, an A+ student, by the way. My mother tries to put me down, but no matter, what I will succeed. I'll grow up to be something someday, that she will never be. -- Submitted by Catherene from Minneapolis, MN e-mail: peanutgal03@hotmail.com PEACH TREE When I die, Burn me to ashes. The last flame will glisten on my Eyelashes. Sprinkle my death upon the Flowers, And around our old peach tree. So, when you eat it's fruit, you will Think of Me. -- Submitted by Christine from East Hampton, CT LIKE A TIMEX Through lickings, like a Timex, my husband's hard-core. Evermore, heart ticking, he goes on. They don't make his model any more. College was uncalled for. He worked outdoors. Body sore, he gathered lore hands-on. Through lickings, like a Timex, my husband's hard-core. To morons that he hired he was a mentor And their savior after drunken goings-on. They don't make his model any more. Once he bore a fall from a couple of floors. For an encore he was up again at dawn. Through lickings, like a Timex, my husband's hard-core. A dinosaur assailed by predators; They've torn my self-made framer woe-be-gone. They don't make his model any more. Such poor health and mental tug-of-wars that he abhors, yet he's a hanger-on. Through lickings, like a Timex, he is hard-core. They just don't make his model any more. -- Submitted by Andrea Dietrich from Pleasant Grove, Utah e-mail: Wordwarrior55@hotmail.com FIRST STEPS  Pulling, Pulling, up to standing Now time to let go. Stepping, Stepping, wobble bump I fell down, did you know. Crawling, Crawling, to a chair Standing up again. Stepping, Stepping, Stepping, made it Three steps from here to there. Looking, Looking, Mum can do it I want to walk too. Climbing, Climbing, up to standing Now what shall I do. Standing, Standing, I'm just standing Take a step and then, Stepping, Stepping, wobble bump I fell down again.  -- Submitted by Virginia Gronow from Australia e-mail: virginia@ausnetinfo.com.au CANNING SEASON  Canning season is racing, speedily towards me, The bounty of harvest will be ready to can. Spaghetti sauce, stewed tomatoes, chili sauce and salsa Will soon be preserved or waiting in the pan.  I look painfully at this chore until it happens; I groan and moan 'til the process has started, But the joy that my Mother receives from canning, Is so total and wondrous, that it changes my effort that was sadly half-hearted.  I see how she plans for the gifts to be given; Her pride in doing something that she'd done in the past; To again feel useful and productive while in her 90's, Gives impetus to extension, so her feelings will last.  I too, am proud, when we give 'way our effort. Proud, that the family is anxious to receive, All that we've worked so hard to provide them; The rewards are ten-fold of what we can conceive.  So come on, canning season; come do your best; Come on, bring us the tomatoes so we can begin. Then we'll spend time together, saving food for the winter; Offering gifts, being proud; the situation's win/win.  -- Submitted by Jane Engelter from Middleville, MI e-mail: janeae@voyager.net I AM FROM ... An island that's so small, that no man can tell how it stays afloat I am from a city that never sleeps and a mother that never gives up I am from a father that never shows up, but I'm always told I'm a spitting image of I am from a family that has so much culture and value that I can never keep up I am from every problem, every happiness, every confusion, Every person that's taught me a thing or two about life and how I should face it and to never forget where I am from -- Submitted by Clarybel Rodriguez from Berlin, CT e-mail: jamy7769@aol.com
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