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Peter Evans Posts: 3863 Joined: 20th Aug 2006 Location: UK	Posted at 21:45 on 4th July 2008 Oops, PLENTY of room. My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
Harry E Wheeler Posts: 171 Joined: 3rd Feb 2008 Location: Australia	Posted at 04:24 on 5th July 2008 Here's an acrostic poem I wrote for my wife on Mother's Day lat year. I conclude that Lyn and Ruth in particular are lacking in the romance department, and, of course, this excludes Peter...! Harry PS for those not into poetry, please read the first letter of each line A Rose for Mother (Acrostic) A gift from God Radiant and delicate Of all things So often given Evoking joy Flower of remembrance Object of elegance Radiant and exquisite Mystical promises Of things of beauty. To let you know How much we owe Ever eternal. You are the Rose My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
Ruth Gregory Posts: 8072 Joined: 25th Jul 2007 Location: USA	Posted at 04:37 on 5th July 2008 I don't know what to say, Harry. It's simply beautiful! I have a lot of mixed emotions over that one. THANK YOU! My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
Ruth Gregory Posts: 8072 Joined: 25th Jul 2007 Location: USA	Posted at 04:57 on 5th July 2008 A few pages back, before yesterday's fun (LOL) many of you were expressing loss and bereavement in your wonderful writings and missing your loved ones, now passed on. It's amazing how that kind of stuff will flow out with the tears. I've written tons of stuff thru tears, but here's the one I will share here, in loving memory of my son, Tim. He's been gone 15 years, but a day doesn't go by that I don't think of him. That's why your poem was so touching to me, Harry. I like to do something fun on Tim's birthday, so 2 years ago, my husband and I drove over to see Paul Rodgers in concert in California. We had a GREAT time. It was a happy day, for sure. And since I started this little tradition, I also make sure I begin or end with a poem, even if I don't feel like it. This is the one from June 12, 2006, his thirtieth birthday. Thirty Thirty’s the theme this yearOf the annual “birthday poem.”The numbers game,The colors gameThoughts swirl, on my way home. On my way home from CabazonOn a sungilt desert morn (mourn?)Rock and roll fantasy, lived last night -But thirty years ago this dayYou were born. That was the best day of my lifeA day I will always rejoice inThese milestones tremble, but alwaysI remember I have a choice in How to celebrate the dayA trip, a song, a friend, a cake!A way, a work, a will, a wonderA love, a life to make. The song last night reminded me “Tomorrow I’m gonna be at your side.”My love, my son, my angelThis morning, home, I ride. And on my back, a new shirtA cross with a heart that’s broken,Reminding me to cast my crownsAnd that mercy falls in many tokens. In melodies, in folks, in the wishing wellOf love, of peace, of hope, of joy.Blissful the sound of clarion bellRing recollections of you, my boy! Two years ago, I counted blessingsLast year’s theme was “missing you.”But this year – one of the milestones.Thirty pieces of silver,Thirty hearts of gold,Thirty. And today, the sky is so blue. Thirty years fled,Thirty thousand tears shedSixteen, not thirty you’ll always be.I know everything is all right now.I know we bothBe. RG In loving memory of Tim. June 12, 1976 - January 7, 1993. My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
Ruth Gregory Posts: 8072 Joined: 25th Jul 2007 Location: USA	Posted at 05:01 on 5th July 2008 Sorry about the way it printed out. I cut and pasted, it was OK on the source document. Every place there's no space between words is the beginning of a new line, if that helps. lol. My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
Harry E Wheeler Posts: 171 Joined: 3rd Feb 2008 Location: Australia	Posted at 05:04 on 5th July 2008 A suggestion on a rhyme with "Winifred"... Harry Just a 'quickie'...untitled. Poor old missus Finnigan Arose one morning with 'flu The doctor said "Oh, it's not you agin" As a spray from her reddened nose flew She sniffled as she went through his door But she couldn' help herself it is true Poor old gal, she really felt genuinely poor "I'm sorry, doctor, to tell you" She said, "I 'ave this pain in me 'ead" "Well all I can suggest for you, Winifred" Says the doc. with a sarcastic smile Is you stay home cosy in bed And stay away from me for a while! My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
Harry E Wheeler Posts: 171 Joined: 3rd Feb 2008 Location: Australia	Posted at 06:04 on 5th July 2008 With respect, Ruth, allow me to send a copy of poem I wrote, following the passing of my brother-inlaw, two years ago, in Dover, UK. I have adapted it for you Harry IN TIMES OF GRIEF The passing of a loving son - a friend Is saddening for those still here The vacuum by our sudden loss Does not represent the end When one we dearly love is lost We know that he is at peace His memory stays within us And cannot be replaced at any cost We should not mourn too long for death Instead, to celebrate the life That gave us happiness and joy And cannot be spoken of in one short breath So, in your time of loss and grief Stay a-while, and give some thought To the happy times you both shared And from sadness you will find relief My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
L Posts: 5656 Joined: 10th Jun 2004 Location: UK	Posted at 07:46 on 5th July 2008 On 5th July 2008 04:57, Ruth Gregory wrote: Thirty Thirty’s the theme this yearOf the annual “birthday poem.”The numbers game,The colors gameThoughts swirl, on my way home. On my way home from CabazonOn a sungilt desert morn (mourn?)Rock and roll fantasy, lived last night -But thirty years ago this dayYou were born. That was the best day of my lifeA day I will always rejoice inThese milestones tremble, but alwaysI remember I have a choice in How to celebrate the dayA trip, a song, a friend, a cake!A way, a work, a will, a wonderA love, a life to make. The song last night reminded me “Tomorrow I’m gonna be at your side.”My love, my son, my angelThis morning, home, I ride. And on my back, a new shirtA cross with a heart that’s broken,Reminding me to cast my crownsAnd that mercy falls in many tokens. In melodies, in folks, in the wishing wellOf love, of peace, of hope, of joy.Blissful the sound of clarion bellRing recollections of you, my boy! Two years ago, I counted blessingsLast year’s theme was “missing you.”But this year – one of the milestones.Thirty pieces of silver,Thirty hearts of gold,Thirty. And today, the sky is so blue. Thirty years fled,Thirty thousand tears shedSixteen, not thirty you’ll always be.I know everything is all right now.I know we bothBe. RG In loving memory of Tim. June 12, 1976 - January 7, 1993. Beautiful Ruth My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
L Posts: 5656 Joined: 10th Jun 2004 Location: UK	Posted at 07:47 on 5th July 2008 On 5th July 2008 06:04, Harry E Wheeler wrote: With respect, Ruth, allow me to send a copy of poem I wrote, following the passing of my brother-inlaw, two years ago, in Dover, UK. I have adapted it for you Harry IN TIMES OF GRIEF The passing of a loving son - a friend Is saddening for those still here The vacuum by our sudden loss Does not represent the end When one we dearly love is lost We know that he is at peace His memory stays within us And cannot be replaced at any cost We should not mourn too long for death Instead, to celebrate the life That gave us happiness and joy And cannot be spoken of in one short breath So, in your time of loss and grief Stay a-while, and give some thought To the happy times you both shared And from sadness you will find relief A beautiful thing to do for Ruth, Harry. My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions
MariaGrazia Posts: 711 Joined: 25th Mar 2008 Location: Italy	Posted at 09:28 on 5th July 2008 Beautiful and touching, Ruth. What happened to Tim? A beautiful thing to do for Ruth, Harry. True. My favourite: Pictures \| Towns \| Attractions