You're a moon like no other
For you the cycle stops
And my friend becomes a mother
So small you are moon
Yet no bigger gift is
Shared between lovers
Full moon you are moon
Yet less than half size
Fingers, toes and all the other
Are so tiny tiny sized moon
Because you're a new moon
But in nine months you grew
Till Mum and Dad greeted you
Into their world
Wellcome to the world moon
This crazy big world
With it's own moon at night
Wellcome to the world
Coby Jack Marshall
What a special moon you are
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This plot of ground
facing the waters of this inlet
is dedicated to the living presence of
Emily Dickinson Wellcome
who was born in England; married;
lost her husband and with
her five year old son
sailed for New York in a two-master;
was driven to the Azores;
ran adrift on Fire Island shoal,
met her second husband
in a Brooklyn boarding house,
went with him to Puerto Rico
bore three more children, lost
her second husband, lived hard
for eight years in St. Thomas,
Puerto Rico, San Domingo, followed
the oldest son to New York,
lost her daughter, lost her “baby,”
seized the two boys of
the oldest son by the second marriage
mothered them—they being
motherless—fought for them
against the other grandmother
and the aunts, brought them here
summer after summer, defended
herself here against thieves,
storms, sun, fire,
against flies, against girls
that came smelling about, against
drought, against weeds, storm-tides,
neighbors, weasels that stole her chickens,
against the weakness of her own hands,
against the growing strength of
the boys, against wind, against
the stones, against trespassers,
against rents, against her own mind.

She grubbed this earth with her own hands,
domineered over this grass plot,
blackguarded her oldest son
into buying it, lived here fifteen years,
attained a final loneliness and—

If you can bring nothing to this place
but your carcass, keep out.

The pain
just doesn't go away,
seems we have to
deal with Charlie everyday.
So many triggers,
in our heads that make us
wonder if,
we would be better off dead.

We live from
day to day,
some hour to hour,
wondering what to say
to those who just can't
understand the pain
and sorrow that we feel,
as a combat Veteran.

We are a band of brothers
who stepped up, stood up proud,
and went to War
for a Country we loved,
only to return to a Country
full of hate and disrespect.

Vietnam Veterans
continue to take their own lives
daily, some 40 years later
because some are tired
of fighting the War in their heads,
and fighting for help,
from a Gov't
that doesn't seem to care.
We are tired of asking for respect,
because we stood up for your freedom.

We still wait for just
for one sincere "thank you",
or a true "wellcome home",
that we never got,
better late than  never for some,
just a little too late
for me and many others.

Some 58,000
gave their all, most
still in their youth but
old enough to die,
for a War that was just a big lie,
and all they got was
their name on a Wall.

Those of us who survived
still fight the triggers in our heads,
and try to help those brothers
who would rather be dead,
those fellow warriors
with so much pain
that they feel as if
they have nothing to gain.

Self respect takes away
some of that pain,
but we have to heal
from the inside first.

But for now
we heal at the Wall
and touch our brothers
and friends who gave it all,
those who dared to
stand tall
for your  freedom.             Jon York

You treat me too kindly
Like a guest that you know
But watch out with kindness
Or I'll not want to go

You talk and you listen
On topics I care
Not like in hostels
Where same words we share

Your flat is just awesome
The views are a dream
And with no complaint
You keep it so clean
And even folded my clothes
Seriously, ease off with kindness
Or I'll not want to go

And now for the food
Best not forget that
Spoilt with flavour so good
I'd eat till I'm fat

You've made me feel wellcome
Your house is my home
You've taken me places
Otherwise I'd not know

I'm not quite sure now
How best to thank
But I've only got words
Not much left in my bank

I hope my words
In some way can show
You've been great and I'm thankful
Much more than you'd know

But now it's my turn to be kind to you
So I think the time's come
That I actually go!

These words feel all too small
As thanks for your kind gift of all
With you wellcome comes with ease
What's yours is ours if we please
You've shared with us your perfect home
And taught us of the land you know
The food, the beds it's all been great
But more than that you've been our mate
And our first sight of kangaroo
We'll remember was all thanks to you
So I think we've had a lot of fun
As you'll hear in our happy hum
Now how to thank you I don't know
But I hope these few words will show
Of all the hosts you've been the best
And the best Bob we'll never forget

'Life' is but a mysterious road we tred on.We'll intially start treading, with the caution and warmth of two magical soul, who'll guide us about every tips and tricks to tread safely on this road, but many unfortunate ones of us, may lack that light too.many may even not be blessed with such souls, or maybe deprived from them since the very beginning.
But life, for all goes on and on, and we gotta walk and walk.

We'll meet many new strangers, from time to time, and the list will expand eventually, but at a certain phase, some stranges will change the path, and choose the different one, you're not treading on.You still will have to make sure, you keeping treading, if possible, with the ones you now have with you

Eventually, there will be some out out this sum of people, who'll change their path too.Bur what you'll always have to remember while treading, is 'you' never gotta hold on' because everyone has a different map, to tread on, and not every traveller can accompany you everywhere, tho they wish too.

Their eventually, will some a big wide crossroad, where, all these people who accompanied you yet, will depart, tho they wished hard to stay with you.You'll lose and miss them, for sure, but then, you'll meet another set of people, who'll be there to wellcome you on your journey with the roads still to be tread.This obviously will be new, and kinda unadaptable at the beginning, but things will sooner be fine, as to learn to adapt.Basically, there will be many roads you'll tread on, but the thing you'll Exactly need to learn here, is 'The more adaptable you are, the better journey you'll have'.

There will be many ups and downs, pits and blotches in your way, but then, you'll have to enjoy, whatever comes your way.Finally, there you'll be introduced to a big, wide, long, dusty, crossroad of life, where you'll all be alone, almost helpless, lacking the energy you intially had when you started the journey, but then, the mere blessing you'll have is an evolved body, heart, mind and soul, and your consciousness.
This road may either be rough, or smooth depending on the journey you've had, the values you've inculcated, and finally, you'll be back to somebody who actually gave this roadmap, with all the strategies and your validity. Happily sad, or maybe sadly happy to have you back :)

That's Life, that's the truth.
And guess what? It's completely inevitable :)