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HOPE....
Hope in all its glory...
Hope is all we need...
Hope is in the love we give...
Hope is like a seed...
Hope that we all see the truth...
Behind the lies we hear...
Hope that all the strife will end...
Hope we're rid of fear...
Hope that all who passed away...
Hope that they're not sad...
Hope that when they got to God...
Hope that they not too mad...
Hope that they're not mad with us...
For being sad for them...
Hoping that they help us through...
Hope we're more 'like them'...

Cos...to be like them is like this see...happy as happy can be...free from strife...free from pain...free from everything we gain...we gain pain and why is this??...when all they want is to NOT be missed...in peace they are so why aren't we...ask yourself this or you will be...keeping their 'pain' alive....to have to watch you strive...from up above they see 'your pain'...do you think you could refrain?? If this is so...good for you...let the 'happiness' shine through....for THEM...at peace....cos 'you' are too... ''know what I mean''?? Think about it!!!

A POEM SENT TO ME 2005 --- 'ROSES'

Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, I love you even more this year, than last year on this day. My love for you will always grow, with every passing year." > > > > She knew this was the last time > > that the roses would appear. > > She thought, he ordered roses > > in advance before this day. > > Her loving husband did not know, > > that he would pass away. > > > > He always liked to do things early, > > way before the time. > > Then, if he got too busy, > > everything would work out fine. > > > > She trimmed the stems and > > placed them in a very special vase. > > Then, sat the vase beside > > the portrait of his smiling face. > > > > She would sit for hours, > > In her husband's favorite chair. > > While staring at his picture, > > and the roses sitting there. > > > > A year went by, and it was > > to live without her mate. > > With loneliness and solitude, > > that had become her fate. > > > > Then, the very hour, > > The doorbell rang, and there > > were roses sitting by her door. > > > > She brought the roses in, > > and then just looked at them in shock. > > Then, went to get the telephone, > > to call the florist shop. > > > > The owner answered, and she asked him, > > if he would explain, Why would someone would > > do this to her, causing her such pain? > > > > "I know your husband passed away, > > more than a year ago," > > The owner said, > > "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know. > > The flowers you received today, > > were paid for in advance. > > Your husband always planned ahead, > > he left nothing to chance. > > There is a standing order, > > that I have on file down here, > > And he has paid, well in advance, > > you'll get them every year. > > > > There also is another thing, > > that I think you should know, > > He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago. Then, > > should ever I find out that he's no longer here, that's the card > > that should be sent to you the following year." > > > > She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard. > > Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card. > > > > Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note. Then, as > > she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote... > > > > "Hello my love, I know it's been a year > > since I've been gone. > > I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome. > > I know it must be lonely, > > and the pain is very real. > > > > Or if it was the other way, > > I know how I would feel. > > The love we shared made everything > > so beautiful in life. > > I loved you more than words can say, > > you were the perfect wife > > You were my friend and lover, > > you fulfilled my every need. > > I know it's only been a year, > > but please try not to grieve. > > > > I want you to be happy, > > even when you shed your tears. > > That is why the roses will be sent to you for years. > > When you get these roses, > > think of all the happiness that we had together, > > and how both of us were blessed. > > I have always loved you and > > I know I always will. > > But, my love, you must go on, > > you have some living still. > > > > Please...try to find happiness, > > while living out your days > > I know it is not easy, > > but I hope you find some ways. > > > > The roses will come every year, > > and they will only stop, > > When your door's not answered, > > when the florist stops to knock. > > He will come five times that day, > > in case you have gone out. > > But after his last visit, > > he will know without a doubt! > > To take the roses to the place, > > where I've instructed him > > and place the roses where we are, > > together once again. > >