This little writing came to me ..
via e-mail from Hans, The Netherlands!!
Thanks Hans!! 10/9/98
The Rainbow Bridge
In loving memory of Chloe' and Lilly
Just this side of heaven is a
When an animal who had been especially close
to someone dies,
that pet goes to the rainbow bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all our
so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water, and sunshine,
and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old
are restored to health and vigor,
those who were hurt or maimed are made whole
and strong again,
just as we remember them in our dreams of days
and time gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for
one small thing;
they miss someone very special to them,
who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together,
but the day comes when one suddenly stops
and looks in the distance.
His bright eyes are content,
his eager body begins to quiver.
Suddenly he begins to run from the group,
flying over the green grass,
his legs carrying him faster and faster!
You have been spotted,
and when you and your special friend meet,
you cling together in joyous reunion,
never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain upon your face,
your hands again caress the beloved head,
and you look once more into the
trusting eyes of your pet,
so long gone from your life,
but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together...................
-In loving memory of Chloe and
and anyone else who has lost a pet.
-you will be missed
Sent to me by Mary! 10/10/98
Life like a flower in bloom
sheds it's petals day by day
as silently it fades away
I thought you might like to add this to your pages.
thankyou - Lorakeet - Australia
A Note to Myself
I ask myself, what is the job
of a grandchild? Is it to
be pretty, sweet and mild? Or maybe it's to be the
one that comes crying to Grandmom when I get a
bruise or cut on my knee. For this brought her great
joy because she could help her little boy and tell him
that everything was ok.
As time has gone by, my job has changed from being
that little boy who know when I got hurt, Granny
could ease my pain by the loving attention I received
and a kiss on my knee; to now being the one that
takes care of my Grandmom.
I find myself looking after her. Now she's the little
girl that seeks the same comforting words that she
once said to me.
This is the job of a grandchild. It doesn't feel like a
job. It's as if I'm receiving the same joy that she had
received through the years of taking care of me.
So let me rephrase. This is not a job of a grandchild.
This is the pleasure and joy of being a grandchild to
an angel from above.
John Meredith Lewis
5 am 12/19/97
Written one night while he was staying with his grandmother.
Hi there! I love your page!
I wish that you would consider adding this..it's
not by me.. it's by Veronica A. Shoffstall....
"After A While"
After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't
always mean leaning
and company doen't always mean security
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts and
presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of a woman
not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way
of falling down in mid-flight
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers
And you learn that you really
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth
and you learn and you learn
with every goodbye you learn
Sorry to be so long-winded, but
this touches my soul,
and reading the things
on your page, I thought you might appreciate it.
take me, carry me aloft soft
silky smooth calm waters
My heart simmering in the radiance
of your smile,
majestic sun that warms me, I melt
Set a fire by your ever brilliant
Brightening, every hour I am near
Reflective of your fair sands,
so far and away, Anticipating my return to you,
my emerald sea
William Delfs 1997 - Okaloosa Island
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