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My Special List
I have a list of folks I know...
all written in a book,
And every now and then..
I go and take a look.
That is when I realize
these names... they are a part,
not of the book they're written in...
but taken from the heart.
For each Name stands for someone...
who has crossed my path sometime,
and in that meeting they have become...
the reason and the rhyme.
Although it sounds fantastic..
for me to make this claim,
I really am composed...
of each remembered name.
Although you're not aware...
of any special link,
just knowing you, has shaped my life...
more than you could think.
So please don't think my greeting...
as just a mere routine,
your name was not...
forgotten in between.
For when I send a greeting...
that is addressed to you,
it is because you're on the list...
of folks I'm indebted to.
So whether I have known you...
for many days or few
in some ways you have a part...
in shaping things I do.
I am but a total...
of the many folks I've met,
you are a friend I would prefer...
never to forget.
Thank you for being my friend!
SENDING ALL MY LOVE ALWAYS ALISON XXXXXX
I shall remember you for as long
as there are fields of snow
and there are flowers in the ground
with strength to grow.
As long as there are stars above
and moonbeams on the sea,
and just as long as there are songs
of love and memory.
I shall remember you today
and dreams of you tonight,
and look for you tomorrow when
the sun begins to light.
Whatever season, month or year,
this much will be the same,
the only sound of joy will be,
the mention of your name.
I shall remember you for as long
As there are earth and sky.
And all eternity
may take to say good bye.
BEN AND IS MOM WOULD LIKE TO THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR BEAUITFUL GIFTS PICTUERS AND KIND WORDS YOU LEFT FOR IS BIRTHDAY IT WAS SO THOUGHTFUL OF YOU LOVE ALWAYS ALISON XXXXXX
The Gift of Happiness
If I had a magic wand
This is what I'd do
I'd put a dream into a box
And send it straight to you
When you get right down to it
There's nothing I'd rather do
Than give you a little happiness
Because I get so much from you
SENDING ALL MY LOVE ALISON XXXXXX
The Most Beautiful Flower
Disillusioned by life
with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent
on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough
to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath
approached me,
all tired from play.
He stood right before me
with his head tilted down
And said with great
excitement,
"Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower
what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn
- not enough rain,
or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead
flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and
then shifted away.
But instead of retreating
he sat next to my side
And placed the flower
to his nose and declared
with surprise,
"It sure smells pretty
and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it;
here, it's for you."
The weed before me was
dying......or dead.
Not vibrant of colors,
orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it,
or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower,
and replied,
"Just what I need."
But instead of him placing
the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air
without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed
for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see:
he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver,
tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for
picking the very best one.
"You're welcome,"
he smiled,
and then ran
off to play,
Unaware of the impact
he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered
how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman
beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of
my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart,
he'd been blessed with
true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind
child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world
the problem was me.
And for all of those times
I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
and appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower
up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance
of a beautiful Rose
And smiled as I watched
that young boy,
another weed in his hand
About to change the life
of an unsuspecting old man.
LOVE ALISON XXXXXX
Dear Mr. Hallmark,
I am writing you from Heaven,
and though it must appear
A rather strange idea,
I see everything from here.
I just popped in to visit,
your stores to find a card.
A card of love for my mother
as this day for her is hard.
There must be some mistake I thought,
every card you could imagine,
except I could not find a card
from a child who lives in Heaven.
She is still a mother too,
no matter where I reside
I had to leave she understands,
but oh the tears she's cried.
I thought that if I wrote to you,
that you would come to know
That though I live in Heaven now,
I still love my mother so.
She talks with me, and dreams with me,
we still share laughter too,
memory's our way of speking now,
would you see what you could do?
My mother carries me in her heart,
her tears she hides fropm sight.
She writes poems to honor me
sometimes far into the night.
She plants flowers in my garden,
there my living memory dwells
She writes to other grieving parents
trying to ease their pain as well.
So you see Mr Hallmark
though I no longer live on earth
I must find a way
to remind her of her wondrous worth.
She needs to be honored
and remembered too.
Just like the children of earth
today will do.
Thank you Mr. Hallmark,
I know that you'll do your best
I have done all I can do;
to you I'll leave the rest.
Find a way to tell her
how much she means to me
until I can do it for myself
when she joins me in eternity.
LOVE ALISON XXXXXX
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