jackies having fun's blog: "life's expectations"

Melvina Germain Christmas Treasures Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree. Lush, green ambiance standing before me. Mesmerized by childhood memories. I smile and ponder of which I see. Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree, That precious time of year upon us, to embrace our family and friends. To share, care and make amends. Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree. The time to think of Jesus Christ, what his life for all has given. Rejoice, praise, worship and sing. His Father in heaven is our true King. Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree. Away you’ll go for another year, With glowing memories packed inside. Fresh in our minds, we shall not hide. Our living savior, Jesus Christ. Gives much love, and an abundance of pride. Written: Dec.2/06 Melvina Germain User Rating:

Alana Zisca Hosein Winter's Heart A winter's heart covered with snow Freezes at a temperature 6 degrees below Cold and hard, numbing the spirit With warm feelings frozen beneath it A winter's heart, indifferent and closed Strangles an inner warmth that longs to be exposed The voice of compassion screaming 'Release me! ' When the winter heart tastes heat and rejects it naturally Winter heart so accustomed to its environment A higher temperature wants to melt your cold heart Melt the pains and hurts, disappointment and wrath Oh! Hammer of His Word break this cold rock in pieces Hammer away until the coldness ceases And the fire shut up in my bones is free Consuming and warming my spirit, soul and body. (Written on 4th May 2004 @ 11: 11pm) Alana Zisca Hosein

I found this beautiful winter poem and thought it might be a comfort to you. It was to me and it's very well written. It is probably the best piece of English literature I've seen in quite a while....I am going to try to memorize this prose by December..... " WINTER " a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre

wrote by robert frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it is grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads onto way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

William Wordsworth. 1770–1850 Perfect Woman SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.

The Pain Of Loss Is Just To Much I don't understand, The pain of loss is to much. Is that why I can't say sorry, The pain of loss is to much. I still love him, The pain of loss is to much. He gives me pain, The pain of loss is to much. I sense in coming, The pain of loss is to much. The pain to me, From him, The pain of loss is just to much. Kiva Forsmark

You can only expect so much from someone wither it be your child or parent. But the only thing that you can do is say I love you and go on. For they will be there when you need them. But when it comes time for God to take them home, you need to be there for them. Atleast to say I love you. I never got the chance to say I love you to my father when he passed away 26 years ago. I wish that I could have been there for him to tell him that. I have lived these 26 years regretting that I did not get to tell him. Anyone can say that he knew that I loved him but that does not help what is inside of me. I fought with him but he was my best friend in whole wide world and I miss him very much. There is a big whole in my heart that belongs to him. I wish that I could tell you everything that happened on the day that he died but that only brings back the tears in full force for me. So please anyone that has lost a loved one or is about too please tell them that you love them from the bottom of your heart. They will be watching over you and trying to keep you safe even when you least suspect it.