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the spiritual writings, prose & poetry to your loved ones March 02, 2005 10:10 AM

this is where you may post anything you have written about your loved ones via prose, journal entries, scribblings, poetry. feel free to speak from the soul here. Please be sure it is something you want to share with others grieving and that it is not a copyright or privacy infringement on your part or  on the deceased loved one's part. in other words, share with discretion. blessings to all that post in here for their shared creative endeavors with our grieving hearts.  [ send green star]
 
Rachel Beth March 02, 2005 10:50 AM

You had my sister’s soft, definite face

And her hair, God what a gorgeous mass of hair

There were times I marveled at your likeness to her

In awe that such a beautiful thing can happen

Such as You, Rachel Beth

Neatly tucked within the human race

You carried your parent’s traits inside you

Your mother’s heart you dangled outside of your soul

With one hand wrapped tightly around

cradling it with your personality

such strong resemblance can never erase

what you dear Rachel Beth had to face

your smile and eyes glowed with your strengths

In your youth I had faith you would accomplish

Anything you set your mind and heart to

And Rachel Beth as always,

you did so with refreshing spirit and grace…love, ginger

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WOW!! March 02, 2005 11:29 PM

That's beautiful Ginger. I like the phrase, "Neatly tucked within the human race." Do you want to talk about Rachel Beth?  [ send green star]
 
And if I go while you are still here... March 03, 2005 4:02 AM

And if I go while you are still here…

Know that I still live on

Vibrating to a different measure

Behind a thin veil you cannot see through

You will not see me, so you must have faith

I wait the time when we can soar together again

Both aware of each other

Until then live your life to the fullest.

And when you need me,

just whisper my name in your heart.

 

…………….I will be there

 

©Colleen Hitchcock®

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Ginger, March 03, 2005 7:42 AM

I lost my grandmother many years ago, but still miss her presence in my life.  It's amazing how often I still think of her and the many kind, loving moments we had together.   I wrote this several years ago; trusting it is okay to post.  I wish I could build her a Memorial, she was that special but my words will have to do for now.

My Grandmother

Velma Marion Gardner

My Grandmother (we called her Nanna) was born June 18, 1894 in Dennysville, Maine (Washington County). Her mother, Elizabeth M. (Benner) Gardner died September 20, 1896. She was only 25 years of age. Her father, William Henry Gardner, Jr., died February 8, 1903. So, Nanna had no memory of her mother and only sketchy memories of her father. Nanna did remember that she thought him very handsome. She remembered him as tall and dark. Another of her memories was he holding her small hand in his when they walked to church. I had the good luck several years ago to send a contribution toward the restoration of that Church in my Grandmother’s name.

Nanna lived with her paternal grandparents, William and Elizabeth Gardner, as well as her adored older brother Harold who was born December 29, 1890. Nanna worked very hard from the time of her father’s death helping her grandmother run a Boarding house. Both Nanna’s father and grandfather worked in the Mill. Though her grandparents owned their own home, times were hard and my grandmother had to forego an education at the tender age of 11 in order to help her grandmother.

Nanna’s grandparents were both born in Maine in 1846, so they were not young when they assumed full responsibility for Nanna and her brother, Harold. She was not yet 16 when she married for the first time, April 17, 1909, a young man from Pembroke. Pembroke is just a shout and a holler from Dennysville in Washington County. It was the custom in those times that young ladies married young. My grandmother never had a childhood. I don’t have all the particulars, but it was a terrible marriage that ended badly. They had two children, a son who was raised by his father, and a lovely daughter.

Nanna married my grandfather (we called him ‘Granky’) in Portland, July 14, 1918. Their marriage was one of trust and total devotion. I believe my grandmother was quite beautiful in her youth. Small (barely 5 feet tall) and dark with twinkling eyes that stayed with her throughout her life (her Passamaquoddy heritage influenced her beautiful looks).

Nanna started getting heavier with the birth of each child, plus she so loved to eat. But, Granky adored her! He would watch her briskly attending to one task or another and would turn to his girls, who were quite grown at that point, and say “isn’t she cute?” Their devotion to one another was total up until his death December 24, 1948). Nanna missed Granky until her death September 28, 1969, in her living room at 11225 San Miguel Avenue, South Gate, California.

My mother, remembers the mother of her youth, as stern and quick to anger. However, I attribute her ‘no nonsense’ attitude to a life of work and terrible loss which included her much loved brother Harold when he was only thirty-two. As I stated, she never enjoyed a childhood and was terribly burdened from a very early age. However, she loved her daughters fiercely and her temperament mellowed with age. In fact, her grandchildren revere her memory and regard her as one of the most colorful, wonderful people to have touched their lives. I’m convinced, we are better people because of her!

She journeyed to California with our family in 1952. Because of homesickness, my family returned to Maine in 1956. Nanna loved the warmth of southern California and remained in California. Two of my Aunts and their families also remained. So, Nanna decided to learn to drive (which she did when she was in her sixties)!  She would drive to Maine in the summer to visit her other beloved daughters and their families. (We were lucky as we were always the first stop.)

We couldn't sleep for days before her arrival.  As her car would hit the driveway we five and (because every kid in the neighborhood had been alerted of the impending event) our friends would converge and empty her car of luggage and treasures!  All our friends called her 'Nanna' as well and adored her.  She treated them like one of her own! 

Her trips home were like nothing we could ever imagine. She was a wonderful grandmother - kind, loving and generous to a fault. Her visits were better than any holiday. Each grandchild felt special when they were enveloped in one of her wonderful hugs and never thought of themselves as just one of 18.

When she was home in California, she was always on the look out for bargains. Once or twice a year she would send a big box full of wonderful dresses and goodies for we four girls, and always something special for her grandson, my brother, whom she called her ‘little man.’ While we lived in California, she visited our family every Thursday. We began calling that day “Treat Day.” She would bring all kinds of good things to eat so my mother would always relax rules on good nutrition that day. Her treats always included new outfits and the latest toys.

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My Grandmother March 03, 2005 7:46 AM

She could, however, show her displeasure with her grandchildren if they misbehaved. I remember arguing with one of my younger sisters (we were about six and four). Boy, did Nanna lay down the law about proper behavior in public. I remember better what Nanna said when I asked “do you still love me?” She stated unequivocally “yes, but I don’t like your behavior.” I remember being devastated and deciding I would never misbehave again (around Nanna -- everyone else was fair game) because I wanted her to like me, as well as love me!

Nanna broke her hip which never mended properly, so she spent many years  using a cane to get anywhere. She also battled terrible asthma attacks. There was always an oxygen tank in her home. But, Nanna never viewed these conditions as limitations. As evidenced by the driver’s license and road trips home to Maine! She really was a special lady and nothing got the best of her.

My grandmother was a strong, capable, extremely bright woman, in spite of her lack of a formal education, who led a wonderful fulfilling life. She made warm loving memories that all her grandchildren will carry with them forever. I cannot end without saying the thing my mother remembered most about Nanna was her great sense of humor. Their home growing up was full of laughter and high jinx due in large part to Nanna’s humor. She was cute and quite a character all of her life.  I still miss her but am so lucky to have the memories.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Your grandmother sounded like a pretty cool lady... March 04, 2005 8:49 AM

Denise, your grandmother sounded like a pretty cool lady...Thanks for sharing this about her lovely spirit. Did you try to post a photo of her? I have yet to figure that feature out. I don't want to post them via a web url. I think you tried to via your second posting about your grandmother because there is all that space. I am sorry if it didn't work. peace & blessings ---ginger  [ send green star]
 
Thank you, GInger! March 04, 2005 8:56 AM

No, I didn't try to post a picture.  I'm not sure what happened other than I copied and pasted from MSWord the story I'd written sometime ago.  The avatar over my name is she.  [ send green star]
 
Perhaps they are not the stars, March 04, 2005 9:26 AM

Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy. 

            --- Inspired by an Eskimo Legend

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Oh, Ginger! March 04, 2005 9:43 AM

I love that; how lovely to think of the stars as a portal to our cherished loved ones.  Thank you.  [ send green star]
 
she rode her own wave March 04, 2005 9:50 AM


she rode her own wave
inviting any and all on
but never drifting off on others
it was a large wave
with a direct route to shore
passing us as the undertow
pulls us further out

i can see her footprints
extend on the beach
extend out of reach
as i drift towards the storm
into the storm
the gale force of the soul
the blind hurricane
with no name
unable to swim
i canbarely tread water
but it is all i can do
hoping that when i catch my wave
i land safely
and softly
on her shore
and follow
her footsteps
in the sand

For Shawna Shea
May 2, 1983 - August 11, 1999

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breathtaking poem... March 04, 2005 10:51 AM

breathtaking poem & tribute to shawna shea. Blessings Skip.---ginger  [ send green star]
 
 March 05, 2005 6:58 PM

To the one who Gave me Unconditional love

Yesterday you opened your wings,
and flew to heaven,
yesterday my world collapsed,
and even the air stood still,
the earth is crying along with me,
cause she can't feel your
beautiful feet dancing over her,
and the birds miss your laughter,


even the flowers refuse to open,
cause you are not here,
nothing could be the same anymore,
the world is empty now,
and everywhere I see,
there's only memories of you,


but I know God was envious,
that we had you here,
and he could not heave you
there singing and dancing,
so he took you away so suddenly,
crushing and braking our hearts,


now you are in heaven,
singing and loving with God,
as we are here missing you
so much,
beloved father of my heart,
thank you for the teachings,


for the kindness you gave me,
for the love you tought me,
for the road you showed me,
you have been the greatest
example of unconditional love,


and forever I am in debt
to you,
nothing can replace you in
my heart,
you are my heart and soul
beloved gurudeva.

tulsi108 March 16/02


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For Maggie March 05, 2005 8:38 PM

Dear Sweet Maggie,

As I stare at your smiling face

Why do I still look for you?

I feel you,

But you are not there

Why do I have such a hard time letting go?

You came

You lived a full life

A life of three years

And you left

Before we could fully understand

What had happened you were gone

They put ladybugs on your grave

And buried you in your princess dress

My sweet Maggie,

I look at your picture now

And wonder

I had everything figured out

I knew it all and why

And as you moved on

As your life passed by

I was left with nothing

No understanding

No answers for why

My dear sweet Maggie

As I look at your picture on my wall

I miss you dear one,

And I am beginning to understand

But what lays hidden for tomorrow

Can not be uncovered today

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 March 06, 2005 3:02 AM

My dear friends,

There's a great deal of talent and feeling in your poems that it brought tears to my eyes...  I think you can tell right away when something comes right from the heart!  There's spontaneity and love.

Blessings,

Giuliana aka Princess Little Rock

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Just thought this was beautiful... March 07, 2005 8:23 PM

Funeral flowers & Sympathy Poems

 Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that swiftly blow.
I am the diamond glint
on newly fallen snow.
I am the sunlight
on ripened grain.
I am the soft and gentle autumn rain

When you wake from sleep in the early morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft, starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
  Anonymous (slightly altered)
Journey of Hearts A Healing Place in CyberSp
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For those who of us who have those doubtful moments... March 08, 2005 10:49 AM

Proof of Beyond

whenever i doubt

sparkling stars breathe your name

affirms you live on...

g.a.meeder,  ©2005®

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Proof Beyond March 08, 2005 11:20 AM

I, too,take great solace in looking at the stars.
I feel a great sense of connection there, not only with Shawna, but with everything.
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I do too Skip... March 08, 2005 11:27 AM

There are some nights that it is/was my only solace. At least the stars are constant. How are you Skip? peace & blessings---ginger  [ send green star]
 
A small haiku sharing... March 09, 2005 3:21 PM

Rachel’s Shower

 

I never liked rain

that is until Rachel passed

she sings through the rain

October 2,1986-February 12,2003

love, ginger  

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Melancholy March 16, 2005 2:21 PM

Melancholy

 

Crisp air breathes your name

Whispering truth on my face.

Your eyes I miss most

 

---g.a. meeder   © 2001®

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How I feel sometimes... March 19, 2005 5:54 AM

Incurable Disease

 

Silently I wait

For my sorrow to vanish

No known cure for grief

g.a.meeder, ©2005®

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For those who Left before us 24.3..2005 March 23, 2005 4:52 PM

For those Who Left Before Us
As all things come to be, as
promised by our Loving God.
At the right time and in the right place.
So will our love come in all its fullness.
The fullness of mind, body, heart and soul

If you doubt.
Remember the promise of Yahweh,
to his people.
“I have carved you on the palm of my hand.
I will never forget you.”

You are carved on my hand and
my on heart.
Engraved in my mind and
my soul is imprinted with your presence
I too will never forget you.

I will come to you.
As you will come to me.
Just as the Lord promised.
And we will be happy and
loving forever.
This I promise you.

Remember the Promise of God

Gerald A Fulham 1.6. 1995  [ send green star]
 
Gerald, thank you for sharing... March 24, 2005 3:51 AM

Gerald, thank you for sharing this poem. I liked the message and your reminder of getting to see our loved ones again someday. There are for many this premise is their only hope while on earth. We are waiting for that moment to once again see them and join them. A lovely promise from God. peace & blessings---ginger  [ send green star]
 
 March 24, 2005 4:51 AM

Well said, Gerald and Ginger!  I'm not a poet, therefore I can't express my feelings as well as you do, but I share them with all my heart.  Thanks.

Blessings, my good friends,

Giuliana aka Princess Little Rock

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finally found my book of writings March 31, 2005 6:28 PM

after turning the house upside down, my book of writings has at last reappeared.  This one is for Jenny 1958-2002

Cloud Shaping

in my dreams
I find you
dancing, dancing
vibrant, laughing
alive once again.

I take your hand
and for a fleeting
delicious moment, embrace you
and pour out all the pain
and sadness
and grief.

For a fleeting delicious moment
we are once again little girls
running barefoot through
the waist high grass
flopping flat on our backs with abandon
to shape the clouds.

But my hand slowly leaves yours,
and I am pulled back to
heavy, solid earth.

I ask you to wait for me
and while you wait
shape a cloud for me.

blessings...Novella

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and this one... March 31, 2005 6:31 PM

this one is difficult, but, I think, important.  I feel we must honor all the stages of grief, in order to work through them.

Running as fast as I can

Running, running
if I stop
I will fall.

The abyss yawns
a gaping dark hole
endless
with teeth.

It whispers sweet words
of seduction
dripping with deceit.

Surrender
would be painless
a respite from the grief
the engulfing sorrow.

The whispers draw me in
honey-d sticky syllables
eager to trap and swallow.

But still, I continue running.

Sometimes, I wonder why.

yep, rough, huh.  But that stage was needed and necessary, and despite the feelings express, I am still here!

blessings.....Novella

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Novella I am thankful that you found your.... March 31, 2005 6:46 PM

Novella, I am thankful that you found your poetry.  I really enjoyed reading your poems. But I found your second poem to be  very deep and spiritual and it reached a chord inside my soul. Thank you for this. peace & blessings---ginger  [ send green star]
 
 March 31, 2005 6:53 PM

thank you Ginger...the second one still speaks to me loudly some days.  Some days I still find myself running....and wondering why.  I am glad my words can speak to others, and that maybe they can offer a glimpse of connection between souls.

blessings....Novella

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Heavenly Quest April 21, 2005 2:06 PM

Heavenly Quest

 

Shooting stars melted

upon sorrow drenched tongues

Thirsty for the milky way

To quench their undying thirst for life

That continually got in the way

Of an outward sign that their loved on had gone on

Finding a better place and time

Beyond the heavens

Kissing the edge of outer space

Skipping along planets

As though they were rocks

Tossed into a clandestine summer lake

Zipping in and out of black holes

Searching for that true heaven

That had fallen from angelic lips

Cataclysmic entrance into the presence of God’s face

Waiting, for you however patiently

When it will become our turn

to run that final race.

                                

g.a.meeder,  ©2005®

For all you lovely souls who are walking your walks of faith and sorrow today. love & blessings ---ginger

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