In gardens bright, where laughter’s light,
We chased the sun till stars took flight.
Each secret shared, a friend so near,
In every smile, we felt no fear.

In the dawn of dreams, all wishes soared,
As innocence danced, our spirits roared.
A treasure trove of blissful scenes,
In childhood’s heart, we’re kings and queens.

She never got to dance
Or go to her own prom.
She never got the chance
To forget where she came from.

She never got to kiss,
A man she idolized.
She never felt love's bliss,
Cause she was paralyzed.

She never got to talk
About love with a smile.
She never got to walk
Down a church's aisle.

She never got to say
Those precious words, "I Do."
But she was far and away
The strongest girl I ever knew.

She couldn't brush her hair
Or put make up on her face.
She couldn't hold you dear
Or give you a warm embrace.

She couldn't clasp her hands
As if in the form of prayer.
She couldn't understand
Why she was in a wheelchair.

She never showed her fears
Or let you hear her cries.
She never showed the tears
That fell down from her eyes.

She never looked for pity
Or sympathy from you.
That's why she'll always be
The strongest girl I ever knew

I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, eyes –
I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
Or has an Easier size.

I wonder if They bore it long –
Or did it just begin –
I could not tell the Date of Mine –
It feels so old a pain –

I wonder if it hurts to live –
And if They have to try –
And whether – could They choose between –
It would not be – to die –

I note that Some – gone patient long –
At length, renew their smile –
An imitation of a Light
That has so little Oil –

I wonder if when Years have piled –
Some Thousands – on the Harm –
That hurt them early – such a lapse
Could give them any Balm –
To note the fashions – of the Cross –
And how they're mostly worn –
Still fascinated to presume
That Some – are like my own –


Or would they go on aching still
Through Centuries of Nerve –
Enlightened to a larger Pain –
In Contrast with the Love –

The Grieved – are many – I am told –
There is the various Cause –
Death – is but one – and comes but once –
And only nails the eyes –

There's Grief of Want – and grief of Cold –
A sort they call "Despair" –
There's Banishment from native Eyes –
In sight of Native Air –

And though I may not guess the kind –
Correctly – yet to me
A piercing Comfort it affords
In passing Calvary –


To note the fashions – of the Cross –
And how they're mostly worn –
Still fascinated to presume
That Some – are like my own –

I am a daddy's girl so when heard my dad has cancer my heart dropped and all I could think about was the was worse I kept asking myself questions like " is he dying?"
" Is he going to be okay?" " Will I be able to go to his funeral if he dies?"
I have been having really scary dreams about cancer, I blame myself because I pushed him away for so long and held on to all this anger, I feel like this God punishing me for being so bitter. I can't image the thought of losing a parent, the thought of losing him is like being shot

motherhood is like a treasure buried at bottom of the ocean it's hard to find, but when it's found its amazing feeling.

motherhood is like a rose it blooms further and its full of color

motherhood is full of joy like a rainbow

motherhood is a magical feeling

a child is the treasure you never expected to find

the child is the medication to all your nerves to life's problems

Your loving granddaughter thinking of you,
We are a team; our bond is like glue.
A few words, to show how I feel,
Straight from my heart, true and so real.

You have always, been there for me,
Supported me, like the roots of a tree.
Sometimes I caused you, worry and aches,
You pushed me to grow, with my mistakes.

Taught me to be honest, truth never mask,
You listen patiently, when questions I ask.
Thank you so much, for loving me,
Your love and guidance, has set me free

I'd never ever felt this way until you had to say goodbye.

A feeling of loss so intense it's like I actually might die

I can't eat; I can't sleep your face is all that I see

my chest feels so tight that sometimes I can't breathe.

For it's not like you've just moved from one town to the next,

When you've gone I cannot follow

unless I take drastic steps