Kimberley Kay Hudson

from all your children

That Wonderful Mother of Mine

The moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of that wonderful mother of mine.
The birds never sing but a message they bring
Of that wonderful mother of mine.
Just to bring back the time, that was so sweet to me,
Just to bring back the days, when I sat on her knee.

I pray every night to our Father above,
For that wonderful mother of mine.
I ask Him to keep her as long as He can
That -- wonderful mother of mine.
There are treasures on earth, that made life seem worthwhile,
But there's none can compare to my mother's smile.

You were a wonderful mother, dear Mother of mine.
You'll hold a spot down deep in my heart,
'Till the stars no longer shine.
Your soul shall live on forever,
On through the fields of time.
For there'll never be another to me,
Each melodious measure,
Oft the teardrops flowing,
Oft they flow from my memory's treasure.

Christine Stanca (Family Friend)

April 12, 2009

I Never Said Goodbye

I never said goodbye to you,
it made no sense to me.
I only say goodbye,
to those I'll never see.
One day I'll hold your hand again;
in my heart I do believe,
that death is not the end of life;
it's just a short reprieve.

I never said goodbye to you,
instead I said "I love you".
As you departed on your journey
to a place where life is new.
I held your hand and kissed you.
Your leaving made me cry.
But in the end,
I know I'll see you again...
So I never said goodbye. xxx

Author Unknown


Love Mary xxxxxx

Mary Thong-Garner

April 9, 2009

WHO'S TO BLAME FOR SUICIDE?

~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

Who's to blame for suicide?
The question often heard.
Someone always points a finger
And they say such hurtful words.

They never do consider that
It's caused from a disease.
Depression and Bipolar
Are just a few of these.

Some die from being murdered.
Some die from accidents.
Some die from pneumonia.
But none of it makes sense.

Sometimes body parts wear out
Way before their time.
Some lose the cancer battle.
But it all seems so unkind.

No matter how they leave us
It never is their choice.
There's something deep within them
That has a bigger voice.

So please refuse to take the blame
For the THING that took your child.
Although others point their fingers.
They haven't walked your mile.

� 2006 - Christine Ross

Patricia Mackenzie

April 9, 2009