The density of people in society is so thick that we
forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late...
Saturday, February 08, 2003
Tuesday, February 04, 2003
Monday, February 03, 2003
The Darkest Hour:
What are the words you say,
When the one who shaped so much of your life,
Lies hurting and you can not help,
Have nothing but the arms of love to offer,
There in the black face of good-bye?
I know there will be no more words soon,
And I wish I could put every word in the universe,
Here, now, this minute,
In perfect order with perfect heart,
Just to make you know I love you,
I and many more of us.
When you step through the veil,
Walk beyond all this broken dream,
Sleep, rest, find comfort,
Follow your heart's desires,
Knowing we will love you all the way.
We'll stand by you,
Just before the dawn,
In the darkest hour.
When our own night falls,
We shall find you no matter how far,
Go without fear and without worry,
Into the sunshine.
You take all our love with you, Mom.
That's what you say.
We love you.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/03/2003
Author's Comments:
I'll be gone for a few days. It's close now.
Time to make sure these words get heard.
What are the words you say,
When the one who shaped so much of your life,
Lies hurting and you can not help,
Have nothing but the arms of love to offer,
There in the black face of good-bye?
I know there will be no more words soon,
And I wish I could put every word in the universe,
Here, now, this minute,
In perfect order with perfect heart,
Just to make you know I love you,
I and many more of us.
When you step through the veil,
Walk beyond all this broken dream,
Sleep, rest, find comfort,
Follow your heart's desires,
Knowing we will love you all the way.
We'll stand by you,
Just before the dawn,
In the darkest hour.
When our own night falls,
We shall find you no matter how far,
Go without fear and without worry,
Into the sunshine.
You take all our love with you, Mom.
That's what you say.
We love you.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/03/2003
Author's Comments:
I'll be gone for a few days. It's close now.
Time to make sure these words get heard.
There have been so many people expressing their condolences and sympathy and wanting me to pass that on to Mom that I'm afraid I won't remember everyone. I've heard that from Bobby, Luis, Luis' mother, Kat, Janet, my boss and co-workers, everyone. I love you Mom. I don't think every poem I could write would be able to come close. But I will try, anyway.
Sunday, February 02, 2003
Fish Story:
In Mom's younger days,
She had some unusual ways,
She was a fisherwoman extraordinaire,
And in the chill spring Dallas air,
She went out with the neighbor guys,
Who's fish stories were some very grand lies,
But around three a.m.,
That's when the fish came in,
You see, not a bite was had,
It was really boring and really sad,
All along the Lake ray Hubbard Pier,
People stared in sony silence far and near,
The water was as calm as glass,
The fish harvest was a crash,
Then Mom walked up to the rail,
Began calling "Here, fishy, fishy",
And just like wet shoes are squishy,
She caught herself a little fishy,
So she called once again,
And quite without fail,
Another little fishy went in the pail.
Now these guys thought Mom was loopy,
Maybe with gray matter just a little soupy,
But she patiently explained the physics,
Of voice vibration upon the water,
Stating, "Look, that's how I caught her!"
The evidence was in the pail,
So the guys went to the rail,
And with suspended disbelief began to hail,
"Here, fishy,fishy, Here, fishy,fishy" in whispered voices,
And there were but few choices,
Mom cracked up at those masculine voices,
So desperate to catch a fish,
They went to give a verbal wish,
But the greatest part was shortly after,
A belly chuckle of mirth and laughter,
And to this day this story stands,
My Mom is the only person in these lands,
That can tell her fish story with no hands!
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 2001
Author's Comments:
A true story from the late 1970's......
Guys, Mom knows who you are!
In Mom's younger days,
She had some unusual ways,
She was a fisherwoman extraordinaire,
And in the chill spring Dallas air,
She went out with the neighbor guys,
Who's fish stories were some very grand lies,
But around three a.m.,
That's when the fish came in,
You see, not a bite was had,
It was really boring and really sad,
All along the Lake ray Hubbard Pier,
People stared in sony silence far and near,
The water was as calm as glass,
The fish harvest was a crash,
Then Mom walked up to the rail,
Began calling "Here, fishy, fishy",
And just like wet shoes are squishy,
She caught herself a little fishy,
So she called once again,
And quite without fail,
Another little fishy went in the pail.
Now these guys thought Mom was loopy,
Maybe with gray matter just a little soupy,
But she patiently explained the physics,
Of voice vibration upon the water,
Stating, "Look, that's how I caught her!"
The evidence was in the pail,
So the guys went to the rail,
And with suspended disbelief began to hail,
"Here, fishy,fishy, Here, fishy,fishy" in whispered voices,
And there were but few choices,
Mom cracked up at those masculine voices,
So desperate to catch a fish,
They went to give a verbal wish,
But the greatest part was shortly after,
A belly chuckle of mirth and laughter,
And to this day this story stands,
My Mom is the only person in these lands,
That can tell her fish story with no hands!
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 2001
Author's Comments:
A true story from the late 1970's......
Guys, Mom knows who you are!
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