Mama, I still wonder about the passing time without you about who you really were about your fading Smile In other mamas I swear I have seen your face I have heard your voice I have felt your touch It’s been a while though since I cried for you since I missed you…… Continue reading Is it me or time?
A lover’s heart Holds on tight As his love “fades” away; She can’t remember She won’t remember She will never know again He loves her so! ~Susan McMillan (For dementia victims)
I missed you yesterday And the other day, I miss you today, I know I will miss you still after today. Susan McMillan
Painful Invasion of the body! Blood sucking to bare bones Preying On its host every ticking second. In Memory of a blogger friend who courageously fought Cancer.
https://youtu.be/1TanQFBzV3I When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, And hath…… Continue reading Brewed Thoughts – Horatio G. Spafford
Bare hands held out Of a grieving mother shattered As little one fades away. Susan McMillan
Gently I fold my hands dropping to my knees Weeping for losses Not my own this time Losses of my neighbor elsewhere Losses that hurt Losses that weaken my knees Losses that push me to that thought; Forgive I say to my heavenly Father, Help me to forgive Help them to forgive Help us to…… Continue reading Prayer
Dear Stepmother, I know I am a stranger talking about the elephant in the room. Yes, we all notice but refuse to speak. It’s taken me many years to be able to have the courage to do so myself. Don’t get me wrong, I believe there are many beautiful hearted women out there that give…… Continue reading Dear Stepmother…
Mama was laid in one; I remember like it was yesterday A lifeless “pose”of her shell Auntie, grandpa and grandma did too “They” left in that pine box; The box that claimed to be the “hero” carrying the “shells” once pampered Shells of my heroes Shells of my memories Shells that loved me Shells that…… Continue reading The pine box!
Mama, Mama, mama, mama Didn’t you hear me cry? Didn’t you hear me call? Calling for you in that nightmare; That left me weak That left me bruised That shattered me That had me hurting That left me scarred Mama, Why? Why did you? Why did you let go; Let go of this child? Mama,…… Continue reading Mama?