<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:25:21.810-05:00</updated><category term='Blog Award'/><category term='Wilder Than Weeds'/><category term='Secret Sorrow'/><category term='Another Day'/><category term='Talking to the Lord'/><category term='thriftshopromantic'/><category term='Moonshine'/><category term='Might Have Been'/><category term='Ancestors'/><category term='You Never Loved Me'/><category term='For Annie'/><category term='I Want To Go Home Singing'/><category term='The Child I Gave Away'/><category term='Happy Birthday Jesus'/><category term='Reflections'/><category term='A Golden Rose'/><category term='Mary&apos;s Song'/><category term='free book'/><category term='The Heart of a Mom Forever'/><category term='Prayer At The End Of The Day'/><category term='free stuff'/><category term='The Heart of a Mom'/><category term='Black and White'/><category term='About Thelma Josephine Bowling'/><category term='My Journey Home'/><category term='Search For Gold'/><category term='To Cathy'/><category term='Last To Know'/><category term='She Planted Flowers'/><category term='walk beside me'/><category term='The Gifts'/><category term='Shirley'/><category term='Earth Is A Flower In God&apos;s Garden'/><category term='Ohio'/><category term='Walk With Me'/><category term='You&apos;re Worth Saving'/><category term='Baby Jo'/><category term='Robin Easton'/><category term='Bethlehem Town'/><category term='Take Care of Me'/><category term='The Hands Of Time'/><category term='life'/><category term='Passing Through'/><category term='Rambling Rose'/><category term='Tattered Edges'/><category term='I Stumbled'/><category term='Shed No Tears For Mama'/><category term='Walking Down Broadway'/><category term='Dreaming'/><category term='The Arms Of God (In Memory Of Mark)'/><category term='Success'/><category term='Growing Old'/><category term='To My Children'/><category term='Catch the Spirit'/><category term='Why'/><category term='Cleveland'/><category term='Post Office'/><category term='The Lord Likes Me This Way'/><title type='text'>The Heart of a Mom Forever</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a book written by Thelma Josephine Bowling, my grandmother.  


My family will not benifit from this site.  I am putting it out so my grandma's voice will be heard everywhere. At a later time I will add paypal and you can order the book which will put it back through publication. (c)1996  Special Thanks to Professor Marlene Cueto of The Fearless Blog http://thefearlessblog.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-885273630248045917</id><published>2009-03-27T10:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:52:01.409-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Thelma Josephine Bowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart of a Mom Forever'/><title type='text'>The Heart of a Mom Forever:  Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/Sczns_i_oqI/AAAAAAAADrY/ExbfryFjWQk/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317880020176183970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/Sczns_i_oqI/AAAAAAAADrY/ExbfryFjWQk/s320/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a day like today when it's gloomy and rainy I have to think about light. Grammy, you were the one that would listen to the ramblings of a little girl who maybe talked too much. I've come to realise all children talk sometimes a bit too much. We lived in Cleveland. You worked at the post office at night. I remember driving you to work in a station wagon that had the wood panel on the outside. It didn't matter if it was summer we would sing "Frosty The Snowman." Through the imagination of a child the Terminal Tower always looked like Frosty. For as long as I could remember you always seemed ill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would laugh at times but I don't know of a time when you seemed healthy. In every picture from the time I was born you looked sad and if I could I would ask why. I think I know why but I don't want to jump to conclusions. You didn't have an easy life but you really tried to make life easier for every one else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all have our issues with the circumstances as they were. There isn't a single one of us who doesn't. I need you to understand grammy, I love you a great deal. "I feel sorry for him" just doesn't give me complete closure on what happened in our family. I want to feel angry and I can't because that's how much I love you. It makes me angry that I want to feel angry. I have so many more questions unanswered and it took so much courage to ask "why?" Courage that to this day, I don't think I could muster up if you were facing me now. I don't know why I had to say all of this on this blog. Maybe I feel like this is my last connection to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really wanted to say was you were my light in a very dark time. That I miss you regardless of all the pent up emotions and inner demons inside myself. I miss sitting on the swing in silence and then after a few minute you would hum a song. I miss the stories of the past that you insisted great gram could tell better but great gram was not like you she was a little callous and not very pleasant to be around. I miss sitting on the swing at night and watching the glittering diamonds in the sky with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I had my son after every one left I cried. My baby would never get to grow with you in his life. When I was pregnant with our second child my husband and I argued over our daughters name. I wanted to give her as a first name Josephine my husband said it sounded too old and he didn't like it but we compromised and it is her middle name. The baby, if I put black hair on his head looks like you. He has that Salisbury chin the one that you passed down to all of us. Now, he sits in my lap crying because he conked his head and the little chin even wrinkles in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there was a lot of turmoil, gram, I love you and miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-885273630248045917?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/feeds/885273630248045917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098823120430639938&amp;postID=885273630248045917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/885273630248045917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/885273630248045917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2009/03/heart-of-mom-forever-why.html' title='The Heart of a Mom Forever:  Why?'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/Sczns_i_oqI/AAAAAAAADrY/ExbfryFjWQk/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-9077045537519419456</id><published>2008-12-31T20:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:41:14.927-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shirley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robin Easton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Jo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart of a Mom Forever'/><title type='text'>The Heart of a Mom Forever: A Little Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SVwa4urZdyI/AAAAAAAADiQ/do7FrcnVcv4/s1600-h/Heartofamom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286129624531171106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SVwa4urZdyI/AAAAAAAADiQ/do7FrcnVcv4/s320/Heartofamom2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is from the actual book "The Heart of a Mom" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is in response to a post from &lt;a href="http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/?p=1008"&gt;Robin Easton.&lt;/a&gt;  More of a gift really.  I know I don't blog much here but there are no word that I can convey or express half as much meaning as words that were written by my grandmother.  My grandmother's written words are the last words left.  They were words she used to recite to us from memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The poem that says my name, Shirley, is about me as a child.  I'm not really much different.  I get upset when my son holds a worm too long and kills it.  I sit and watch the sky for stars or anything that may be in the sky.   So, I guess my grandmother had her prayer answered.  I only aged and got a little taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SVwa4Xa3EmI/AAAAAAAADiI/KSB9GTvpCBs/s1600-h/Heartofamom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286129618287792738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SVwa4Xa3EmI/AAAAAAAADiI/KSB9GTvpCBs/s320/Heartofamom1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SVwaJEEuohI/AAAAAAAADiA/Wv-Ybi5etf4/s1600-h/Heartofamom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This next poem is sad but it is my favorite poem that my gram wrote.  So, please find some Kleenex.  You will need it.  I need to also mention that my grammy is a coal miners daughter.  This poem has led me to believe that maybe my great-grandpa died in a mining accident.  I don't know this for sure and no one has ever told me where he went to.  My grandmother writes based on life experiences so, this is my only assumption.  Also, my grandma's  middle name is Josephine so maybe she got Baby Jo's name from her own.  She always had the nickname of Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SVwaI9-rTtI/AAAAAAAADh4/VbiKOXyCYbc/s1600-h/Heartofamom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SVwa4Xa3EmI/AAAAAAAADiI/KSB9GTvpCBs/s1600-h/Heartofamom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-9077045537519419456?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/feeds/9077045537519419456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098823120430639938&amp;postID=9077045537519419456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/9077045537519419456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/9077045537519419456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/12/heart-of-mom-forever-little-gift.html' title='The Heart of a Mom Forever: A Little Gift'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SVwa4urZdyI/AAAAAAAADiQ/do7FrcnVcv4/s72-c/Heartofamom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-1295924829019436606</id><published>2008-09-09T06:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:42:30.404-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriftshopromantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Thelma Josephine Bowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart of a Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Award'/><title type='text'>The Heart of a Mom won an award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SMcl1oBqmLI/AAAAAAAAC6g/7y0uhXAkjzM/s1600-h/pics+8-22-08501.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SMZNQd0ZasI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/tlZHnpmWsIU/s1600-h/iloveyourblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243963761397164738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SMZNQd0ZasI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/tlZHnpmWsIU/s400/iloveyourblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My gram would have been honored to recieve this award. I can imagine she would have gone off telling everyone about this. This came from &lt;a href="http://lanne67-crocodilesoup.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crocodile Soup For The Soul&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The instructions for the passing on of this accolade are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The winner can put the logo on his/her blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Link the person from whom you received your award&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Nominate up to 7 other blogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Put links of those blogs on yours, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Leave a message on the blogs that you've nominated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think instead of sites I love I should try sites my gram would have loved which means you'll learn a little more about my gram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My gram loved junkin' as much as I do maybe more so. She would have loved &lt;a href="http://thriftshopromantic.blogspot.com/"&gt;thriftshopromantic's&lt;/a&gt; site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My gram loved her politics and she would have loved &lt;a href="http://the-democratic-republican.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Democratic Republican- Views and news&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My gram did a lot of cooking so she would have loved &lt;a href="http://www.foodiefarmgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Farmgirl Fare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She would have gone ballistic over&lt;a href="http://roseofsharons.blogspot.com/"&gt; Rose of Sharon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She would have really loved &lt;a href="http://peacebella.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peace Bella &lt;/a&gt;as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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award'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SMZNQd0ZasI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/tlZHnpmWsIU/s72-c/iloveyourblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-757727668911219031</id><published>2008-06-18T08:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:25:08.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Thelma Josephine Bowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart of a Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Old'/><title type='text'>Growing Old</title><content type='html'>I'm not afraid of growing old.&lt;br /&gt;For age brings so much grace&lt;br /&gt;There is no beauty more sincere&lt;br /&gt;Than the lines on an aged face&lt;br /&gt;There is no silver more honestly earned&lt;br /&gt;Than the silver in someones hair&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not afraid of growing old&lt;br /&gt;There is no worry there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But help me lord to look at things&lt;br /&gt;And watch the sunsets gold&lt;br /&gt;To see the beauty in a tree&lt;br /&gt;Smell the fragrance of a rose&lt;br /&gt;To watch the seasons come and go&lt;br /&gt;To breath their beauty rare&lt;br /&gt;To feel the rain upon my face&lt;br /&gt;The wind blow through my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk with the children&lt;br /&gt;And think on childish things&lt;br /&gt;Watch the beauty of the first snowfall&lt;br /&gt;See the promises of spring&lt;br /&gt;The joyfulness of Christmas time&lt;br /&gt;The happy thoughts it brings&lt;br /&gt;I never want to let go of&lt;br /&gt;My faith in childish things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid of growing old&lt;br /&gt;That holds no fear for me&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can live to be&lt;br /&gt;The last leaf on the tree&lt;br /&gt;Still golden dreams of happy times&lt;br /&gt;Can fill my memories cup&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid of growing old&lt;br /&gt;Just of growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-757727668911219031?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/feeds/757727668911219031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098823120430639938&amp;postID=757727668911219031&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Also if you would like to know when we are going to reprint the book w/ family pictures and stories leave me a message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-4620931763193935977?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4620931763193935977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098823120430639938&amp;postID=4620931763193935977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/4620931763193935977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/4620931763193935977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/06/100th-visitor.html' title='100th visitor'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-5987388566316998945</id><published>2008-05-31T08:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:22:12.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleveland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Thelma Josephine Bowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Heart of a Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Office'/><title type='text'>Here Is Something  A Little Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SEFAxFy1cpI/AAAAAAAAB3g/DvfzjpHDD7I/s1600-h/Cleveland-Downtown+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206513856330166930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SEFAxFy1cpI/AAAAAAAAB3g/DvfzjpHDD7I/s400/Cleveland-Downtown+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SEFAxVy1cqI/AAAAAAAAB3o/JZyqod_x4Fw/s1600-h/Copy+of+Mom+at+work.3jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206513860625134242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/SEFAxVy1cqI/AAAAAAAAB3o/JZyqod_x4Fw/s400/Copy+of+Mom+at+work.3jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Cleveland skyline and my grandma.  I know it makes no sense to you why I would put the two pictures together so I am going to tell a little story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the towers in the picture glows in the dark at the needle of it.  When it glowed it seemed to have a white face.  My gram worked at the Cleveland Post Office as a mail Sorter, she worked night shift.  I would sit in the brown station wagon with imitation wood paneling on the outside and inside.  The post office was in one of those buildings.  It seemed to me that when that tower glowed it looked like Frosty The Snowman.  It didn't matter if it was summer time we would sit in the car and sing Frosty all the way to my grams work place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-5987388566316998945?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5987388566316998945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098823120430639938&amp;postID=5987388566316998945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5987388566316998945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5987388566316998945'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='text'>The Lord Likes Me This Way</title><content type='html'>I'm old and fat&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my teeth&lt;br /&gt;My hair is getting thin&lt;br /&gt;And when I look back on my life&lt;br /&gt;I was never meant to win&lt;br /&gt;Each hill I've climbed&lt;br /&gt;Has been a task&lt;br /&gt;That almost blew my mind&lt;br /&gt;But I have seen the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;In my life lots of times&lt;br /&gt;I've climbed up mountains&lt;br /&gt;And looked out on a view&lt;br /&gt;A million times more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Than you 'city fellers' knew&lt;br /&gt;I have walked in meadows&lt;br /&gt;Decorated by snow&lt;br /&gt;Where only footprints&lt;br /&gt;Of God's little critters show&lt;br /&gt;But time has robbed me of my youth&lt;br /&gt;And painted my hair gray&lt;br /&gt;When I walk I know I stoop&lt;br /&gt;For age made me that way&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me you laugh&lt;br /&gt;"What a funny old lady" you say&lt;br /&gt;But what you think don't bother me-&lt;br /&gt;The Lord likes me this way.,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-2288319048894950145?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2288319048894950145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098823120430639938&amp;postID=2288319048894950145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/2288319048894950145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/2288319048894950145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/05/lord-likes-me-this-way.html' title='The Lord Likes Me This Way'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-6100290273881744730</id><published>2008-04-20T04:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T04:00:00.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She Planted Flowers'/><title type='text'>She Planted Flowers</title><content type='html'>I do not fear the demon death&lt;br /&gt;For you can only steal my breath&lt;br /&gt;My immoral soul you cannot kill&lt;br /&gt;No matter what your evil will&lt;br /&gt;You cannot take my memory&lt;br /&gt;From those who knew and cared for me&lt;br /&gt;You cannot take the flowers away&lt;br /&gt;Whose seed I planted day by day&lt;br /&gt;You cannot take the loving smiles&lt;br /&gt;The kisses of a little child&lt;br /&gt;The memories of sunshine days&lt;br /&gt;The smiles I shared along the way&lt;br /&gt;You cannot take the friends away&lt;br /&gt;I gathered through the years&lt;br /&gt;You cannot take the beauty&lt;br /&gt;You cannot steal the tears&lt;br /&gt;You cannot still the laughter&lt;br /&gt;You cannot stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;Until when all is over&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll live again&lt;br /&gt;If in the end my like be stilled&lt;br /&gt;My memories will be fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;If I can hear some dear friend say&lt;br /&gt;"She planted flowers along the way."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-6100290273881744730?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6100290273881744730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098823120430639938&amp;postID=6100290273881744730&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/6100290273881744730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/6100290273881744730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/04/she-planted-flowers.html' title='She Planted Flowers'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-6482101195265568322</id><published>2008-04-16T13:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:42:22.287-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Journey Home'/><title type='text'>My Journey Home</title><content type='html'>It was a flight of fancy&lt;br /&gt;An unplanned evening sail&lt;br /&gt;The skies had been so stormy&lt;br /&gt;But tonight the moon was pale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my journey&lt;br /&gt;For I could see no harm&lt;br /&gt;But in a flash I found that I&lt;br /&gt;Was in the eye of the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no way of running&lt;br /&gt;And no place to hide&lt;br /&gt;My tiny little ship was tossed&lt;br /&gt;About from side to side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then from out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;With a heart so kind and warm&lt;br /&gt;You helped to right my vessel&lt;br /&gt;And helped me to weather the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just passing a moment&lt;br /&gt;But I'll remember till the end&lt;br /&gt;For our hands touched in passing&lt;br /&gt;And you become my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-6482101195265568322?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6482101195265568322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098823120430639938&amp;postID=6482101195265568322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/6482101195265568322'/><link rel='self' 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arms&lt;br /&gt;That sought to keep him safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;Into a world I tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;While he was safely by my side&lt;br /&gt;The little hand that held mine fast&lt;br /&gt;Is reaching for the world at last&lt;br /&gt;And pride and heartache merge to say&lt;br /&gt;He crossed the street alone today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-2868557894234100905?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2868557894234100905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098823120430639938&amp;postID=2868557894234100905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/2868557894234100905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/2868557894234100905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/04/hands-of-time.html' title='The Hands Of Time'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-2872765167624026813</id><published>2008-04-14T17:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:00:01.223-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To My Children'/><title type='text'>To My Children</title><content type='html'>I can find no tender way to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Though in your eyes I see the need for flight&lt;br /&gt;It really shouldn't hurt to let you go&lt;br /&gt;To watch you as you strive for greater heights&lt;br /&gt;You must have your chance to chase the stars&lt;br /&gt;To look for rainbows, searching for their gold&lt;br /&gt;But I must stay behind and watch your flight&lt;br /&gt;And blow a kiss of love each time you pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-2872765167624026813?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2872765167624026813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098823120430639938&amp;postID=2872765167624026813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Come walk with me through woodland glade&lt;br /&gt;Come rest beneath this tree&lt;br /&gt;Let memory take us back again&lt;br /&gt;To things that used to be&lt;br /&gt;When we were kids in days gone by&lt;br /&gt;We walked the paths, we walked&lt;br /&gt;We climbed the treewe're passing now&lt;br /&gt;And here we sat and talked&lt;br /&gt;We planned our lives beneath this tree&lt;br /&gt;As we watched the sky above&lt;br /&gt;And here within it's cooling shade&lt;br /&gt;We both discovered love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time went by and we grew up&lt;br /&gt;And drifted far apart&lt;br /&gt;Until it seemed time had erased&lt;br /&gt;Us from each others heart&lt;br /&gt;As time went by we both found love&lt;br /&gt;Though many miles apart&lt;br /&gt;But the ones we loved were called away&lt;br /&gt;And left us empty hearts&lt;br /&gt;Today we met by accident&lt;br /&gt;And now we walk again&lt;br /&gt;Through our childhood memories&lt;br /&gt;To things that might have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-5254008700439433658?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5254008700439433658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098823120430639938&amp;postID=5254008700439433658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5254008700439433658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5254008700439433658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/04/might-have-been.html' title='Might Have Been'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-4605960352753463141</id><published>2008-04-12T05:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T05:00:00.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>There's no time to enjoy the sunsets&lt;br /&gt;When you have to bring home the bread&lt;br /&gt;There's no time to enjoy the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;You'd much rather lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;The rainfall is only a nuisance&lt;br /&gt;The sun gets too hot on your head&lt;br /&gt;You have to hustle every day&lt;br /&gt;And never get one step ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how when you get older&lt;br /&gt;And know your life could end&lt;br /&gt;You think how things would be different&lt;br /&gt;If you could live life over again&lt;br /&gt;You'd take time to climb up a mountain&lt;br /&gt;You'd stand and savor the breeze&lt;br /&gt;You'd watch while the changing seasons&lt;br /&gt;Show in the leaves of trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd wait for the golden sunsets&lt;br /&gt;And awake to watch it rise&lt;br /&gt;If only the young could see the things&lt;br /&gt;As seen through an old man's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to grow older&lt;br /&gt;Before we are privledged to find&lt;br /&gt;The bueaty and love in nature&lt;br /&gt;That was there for us all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-4605960352753463141?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4605960352753463141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098823120430639938&amp;postID=4605960352753463141&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/4605960352753463141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/4605960352753463141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-6564950718936235250</id><published>2008-04-11T12:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:30:19.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Want To Go Home Singing'/><title type='text'>I Want To Go Home Singing</title><content type='html'>I want to go home singing&lt;br /&gt;The songs of victory&lt;br /&gt;With my hand in my saviors hand&lt;br /&gt;Just where it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear the angels join in&lt;br /&gt;My chorus of victory&lt;br /&gt;And I want to go home singing&lt;br /&gt;When I cross that crystal sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time for me to go&lt;br /&gt;What a victory I'll share&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet my loving savior&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the air&lt;br /&gt;He will have his angel chorus&lt;br /&gt;He will say "My child well done.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home to heaven&lt;br /&gt;A good race you have run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home singing&lt;br /&gt;The songs of victory&lt;br /&gt;With my hand in my saviors hand&lt;br /&gt;Just where it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear the angels join in&lt;br /&gt;My chorus of victory&lt;br /&gt;And I want to go home singing&lt;br /&gt;When I cross that crystal sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he'll have a job for me&lt;br /&gt;When I get over there&lt;br /&gt;There's something else I have to do&lt;br /&gt;For it seems he needs me there&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll sow the wildflower seed&lt;br /&gt;Along a country road&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll be singing&lt;br /&gt;When he lifts my heavy load.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-6564950718936235250?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-7090348636962528727</id><published>2008-04-01T17:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:00:50.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shed No Tears For Mama'/><title type='text'>Shed No Tears For Mama</title><content type='html'>Please shed no tears for mama&lt;br /&gt;For at last she is at rest&lt;br /&gt;Her hands are folded now in prayer&lt;br /&gt;For she has done her best&lt;br /&gt;And the smile she smiles is peaceful now&lt;br /&gt;For at last she is in no pain&lt;br /&gt;So shed no tears for mama now&lt;br /&gt;And sing no sad refrain&lt;br /&gt;Remember, if you will, the whipporwill&lt;br /&gt;The flowers of golden hues&lt;br /&gt;The dogwood bloom the thunder boom&lt;br /&gt;The birds sond in the air&lt;br /&gt;And if you must I truly trust&lt;br /&gt;You'll think of her in prayer&lt;br /&gt;But shed no tears for mama dears&lt;br /&gt;For she is happy there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This poem reminds me of the fact my gram is gone and how the family split apart.  I truly don't think gram would have liked anything that has happened since her passing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-7090348636962528727?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7090348636962528727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098823120430639938&amp;postID=7090348636962528727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/7090348636962528727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/7090348636962528727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/04/shed-no-tears-for-mama.html' title='Shed No Tears For Mama'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-5947446721511887812</id><published>2008-03-28T08:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:13:38.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattered Edges'/><title type='text'>Tattered Edges</title><content type='html'>Its tattered edges&lt;br /&gt;Have come unraveled&lt;br /&gt;As if to show the pain&lt;br /&gt;The love the strife&lt;br /&gt;And memories help me recall&lt;br /&gt;The pieces that tell the story&lt;br /&gt;Of my grandma's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piece way up in the cornor&lt;br /&gt;was from the lovely gown&lt;br /&gt;She made for her wedding day&lt;br /&gt;The tiny rosebud scrap&lt;br /&gt;Recalls to mind the baby girl&lt;br /&gt;Whom in the arms of God they lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several pieces tell of mommy's life&lt;br /&gt;Her snowy white christening gown&lt;br /&gt;The dress she wore the first day of school&lt;br /&gt;Her tomboy days&lt;br /&gt;When gingham was prefered to lace&lt;br /&gt;And later when gingham would no longer do&lt;br /&gt;And placed up in the center&lt;br /&gt;As if to show their pride&lt;br /&gt;A cutting from the robe she wore&lt;br /&gt;On her Graduation day&lt;br /&gt;And when the guns of war sounded&lt;br /&gt;And the decisions were made&lt;br /&gt;When one chose blue&lt;br /&gt;And the other chose gray&lt;br /&gt;She placed the two together&lt;br /&gt;Hoping they would stand&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the pride that kept her sons apart&lt;br /&gt;When her time near ended&lt;br /&gt;Love replaced the guilt&lt;br /&gt;And North and South shook hands at last&lt;br /&gt;Above my grandmas quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Typing this one out has become a very emotional thing for me.  I recall my gram writing this one.  My mom was taking a business class and her goal was to come up with a business proposal.  Crafting especially quilts is big in West Virginia.  Even my great-gram who was still alive at the time quilted.  My moms'  idea was to open a craft store called Tattered Edges.  In every part of my grams life there was a poem to go along with it.  As I wrote this particular poem I heard my grams voice.  I didn't think I'd be able to finish this today.  My face is covered in tears.  I miss my gram a great deal.  It's been over 10 years since her passing  and I'm not sure I'll ever be ok with her being gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-5947446721511887812?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5947446721511887812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5947446721511887812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/tattered-edges.html' title='Tattered Edges'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-5456429783688643560</id><published>2008-03-27T08:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:47:05.700-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Arms Of God (In Memory Of Mark)'/><title type='text'>The Arms Of God (In Memory Of Mark)</title><content type='html'>He needs no tears&lt;br /&gt;They sooth their soul&lt;br /&gt;But where he walks&lt;br /&gt;On streets of gold&lt;br /&gt;He knows no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mourn him not though he is gone&lt;br /&gt;Think what he left behind&lt;br /&gt;For he will live eternally&lt;br /&gt;In your heart and on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will know no suffering&lt;br /&gt;He will feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;There will be no sorrow&lt;br /&gt;In the life way he has trod&lt;br /&gt;For silently last night he slipped&lt;br /&gt;Into the arms of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-5456429783688643560?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5456429783688643560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5456429783688643560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/arms-of-god-in-memory-of-mark.html' title='The Arms Of God (In Memory Of Mark)'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-5094083833654066525</id><published>2008-03-26T07:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T07:35:44.414-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ancestors'/><title type='text'>Ancestors</title><content type='html'>The old graveyard is covered with weeds&lt;br /&gt;It seems that no one cares&lt;br /&gt;For the hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Of the life and loves&lt;br /&gt;Of the people lying there&lt;br /&gt;There are stones weathered&lt;br /&gt;By the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;And off in the corner there&lt;br /&gt;Is a single spot that has no stone&lt;br /&gt;Whose child is buried there&lt;br /&gt;Unloved or long forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Displaced by the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;I wonder the story she has to tell&lt;br /&gt;This forgotten ancestor of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My gram wrote this poem after I began to develop an intrest in genealogy.   I now have family histories that points to Pocahontas as being one of my great grandmothers on my grandpas' side and on my grams side we stem from English Nobility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-5094083833654066525?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5094083833654066525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5094083833654066525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/ancestors.html' title='Ancestors'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-8421744621649180579</id><published>2008-03-19T22:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:36:59.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer At The End Of The Day'/><title type='text'>Prayer At The End Of The Day</title><content type='html'>Momma raised all eight of us&lt;br /&gt;She done the best she could&lt;br /&gt;She taught us all the things she knew&lt;br /&gt;Till we knew and understood&lt;br /&gt;"You don't rob another mans castle&lt;br /&gt;You don't take another mans life&lt;br /&gt;You don't envy his car or his golden guitar&lt;br /&gt;And you certainly don't want his wife&lt;br /&gt;You don't make a God out of money&lt;br /&gt;You don't try to justify sin&lt;br /&gt;You don't use a crutch if you have two good feet&lt;br /&gt;And you bend or you break in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Don't think the world owes you a living&lt;br /&gt;Its been here a lot longer you see&lt;br /&gt;You don't judge a man by the shad of his skin&lt;br /&gt;Or how long his hair might be&lt;br /&gt;You don't go to bed with a quarrel on your mind&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sorry can set you free"&lt;br /&gt;But the major thing she insisted we learn&lt;br /&gt;Was this prayer at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Lord please forgive all my weakness&lt;br /&gt;And please forget all my sins&lt;br /&gt;Just make of each morning a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;And make of each evening a new end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-8421744621649180579?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/8421744621649180579'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Growing strong and wilder than weeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine he had for his mornings&lt;br /&gt;From the country he garnished his needs&lt;br /&gt;Each day he grew taller and stronger&lt;br /&gt;And wilder much wilder than weeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By your standards crude and unpolished&lt;br /&gt;But he manages to fill my needs&lt;br /&gt;Just remember the most beautiful orchard&lt;br /&gt;Once was the wildest of weeds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-6711399982191196058?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/6711399982191196058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/6711399982191196058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/wilder-than-weeds.html' title='Wilder Than Weeds'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-9045030453462990195</id><published>2008-03-19T22:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:13:08.324-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreaming'/><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>Soft light through lace curtains&lt;br /&gt;A lovely day breaks&lt;br /&gt;You lie there my darling&lt;br /&gt;Not yet awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stray sunbeam enters&lt;br /&gt;To play in your hair&lt;br /&gt;I lie here and watch you&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your slur as if dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Your lips slightly part&lt;br /&gt;A picture I'll carry&lt;br /&gt;Of you in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep on little darling&lt;br /&gt;Let me dream for awhile&lt;br /&gt;For while you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I live in your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you waken&lt;br /&gt;In the harsh light I'll see&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;You're cheating on me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-9045030453462990195?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/9045030453462990195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/9045030453462990195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-8659155589349506065</id><published>2008-03-19T21:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:00:51.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last To Know'/><title type='text'>Last To Know</title><content type='html'>They say a woman is always last to know&lt;br /&gt;She never feels the hurt until she's told&lt;br /&gt;But what they're saying isn't true&lt;br /&gt;A woman only hides her blues&lt;br /&gt;And never lets her man know that she knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first to know he kissed you&lt;br /&gt;By the lipstick on his shirt&lt;br /&gt;And though I never mentioned it&lt;br /&gt;You can bet I felt the hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first to know he held you&lt;br /&gt;By the scent of your perfume&lt;br /&gt;I knew that he had told you lies&lt;br /&gt;Looked into your starry eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I never told him that I knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the day the roses came&lt;br /&gt;I knew he had tired of that old game&lt;br /&gt;Just like he had done before a time or two&lt;br /&gt;So now you have to face the blues&lt;br /&gt;My darling has said "good bye to you"&lt;br /&gt;And now I'll never tell him that I knew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-8659155589349506065?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/8659155589349506065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/8659155589349506065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-to-know.html' title='Last To Know'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-506380278141110622</id><published>2008-03-19T11:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:44:09.484-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Never Loved Me'/><title type='text'>You Never Loved Me</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since we said "I do."&lt;br /&gt;In all of this time I have been true to you&lt;br /&gt;But my love couldn't change you&lt;br /&gt;At last, I can see&lt;br /&gt;You never loved me, you only used me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped you fight battles to keep us afloat&lt;br /&gt;I just kept bailing while you rocked the boat&lt;br /&gt;I hide my tears when my faults you would see&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the reason you never loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave birth to the children that still bear your name&lt;br /&gt;I raise them with honor but taught them shame&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that inside them you'd see&lt;br /&gt;All the things you dislike so in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years now have taken their toll there on our life&lt;br /&gt;Your still my husband I'm still your wife&lt;br /&gt;The tears that I've  shed cleaned my eyes now I see&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know the reason you never loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too old to change now so are you&lt;br /&gt;The habits of a life time we have gotten used to&lt;br /&gt;And it no longer matters whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;For I have to tell you I no longer love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-506380278141110622?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/506380278141110622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/506380278141110622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-never-loved-me.html' title='You Never Loved Me'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-3092237660688183743</id><published>2008-03-18T09:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:00:55.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling Rose'/><title type='text'>Rambling Rose</title><content type='html'>We were standing on the porch&lt;br /&gt;I thought my life would end&lt;br /&gt;Until you said "I'm coming back&lt;br /&gt;When the roses bloom again."&lt;br /&gt;Then, you picked up a single rose&lt;br /&gt;And kissed its tip so red&lt;br /&gt;You handed it to me to keep&lt;br /&gt;Then, you softly said&lt;br /&gt;When you see roses bloom again&lt;br /&gt;My darling please believe&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back to you again&lt;br /&gt;And I will never leave&lt;br /&gt;I believed the words you said&lt;br /&gt;Until someone told me&lt;br /&gt;That you were wed, and you had said&lt;br /&gt;Those words to more than me&lt;br /&gt;I cried at first then planned my life&lt;br /&gt;Not my heart but my head&lt;br /&gt;Should rule my life from this day forth&lt;br /&gt;And I soon was wed&lt;br /&gt;I tried to forget your face&lt;br /&gt;Forget the words you said&lt;br /&gt;But my heart remembered them&lt;br /&gt;When those roses turned red&lt;br /&gt;I went back home to see my folks&lt;br /&gt;After the blooms were dead&lt;br /&gt;They told me you had come for me&lt;br /&gt;When the roses turned to red&lt;br /&gt;I turned away&lt;br /&gt;and started home&lt;br /&gt;My home I could not leave&lt;br /&gt;And I had no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;For the lies I did believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-3092237660688183743?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/3092237660688183743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/3092237660688183743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/rambling-rose.html' title='Rambling Rose'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-6452962743753163623</id><published>2008-03-13T08:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T08:51:55.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Day'/><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>Another day to tell my darling that I love him.&lt;br /&gt;Another day to hold my baby in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Another day to see the dew upon the roses&lt;br /&gt;And watch the rising and setting of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Another chance to reach my hand to one who needs me&lt;br /&gt;And maybe wipe a teardrop from some one's eye&lt;br /&gt;Another chance to see the golden morning&lt;br /&gt;And watch the little eagle learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;Another chance to help a friend who needs me&lt;br /&gt;To greet a sorrowing stranger with a smile&lt;br /&gt;Another chance to make this life I'm living&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just a little more worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;Until at last when I come face to face with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And he says "My blessed child what did you do&lt;br /&gt;With the golden day I gave you last summer?"&lt;br /&gt;I can say, "I did the very best that I could do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-6452962743753163623?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/6452962743753163623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/6452962743753163623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-1449678867992283334</id><published>2008-03-13T08:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T08:42:39.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Search For Gold'/><title type='text'>Search For Gold</title><content type='html'>What will you give up&lt;br /&gt;In your search for gold?&lt;br /&gt;Will you give up your honor?&lt;br /&gt;Will you sell your soul?&lt;br /&gt;Will you give up hope;&lt;br /&gt;And sacrifice pride?&lt;br /&gt;Will you kneel at the alter&lt;br /&gt;Of your dreams that have died?&lt;br /&gt;Will you sacrifice freedom?&lt;br /&gt;Will you give up your health?&lt;br /&gt;What will you give up&lt;br /&gt;In search for wealth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-1449678867992283334?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/1449678867992283334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/1449678867992283334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/search-for-gold.html' title='Search For Gold'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-1747520226475404304</id><published>2008-03-11T08:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:17:40.698-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moonshine'/><title type='text'>Moonshine</title><content type='html'>I thought I saw a waltzing bear&lt;br /&gt;And the horse I saw was blue&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard a silly squirrel&lt;br /&gt;And he sounded just like you&lt;br /&gt;I saw the stars start spinning around&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know anyone else to call&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't get through to you&lt;br /&gt;But it was really only the moonshine&lt;br /&gt;That made this night come true&lt;br /&gt;One little slip of the moonshine&lt;br /&gt;My friends called Mountain Dew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-1747520226475404304?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/1747520226475404304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/1747520226475404304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/moonshine.html' title='Moonshine'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-7784599039832008480</id><published>2008-03-11T08:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:12:43.857-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secret Sorrow'/><title type='text'>Secret Sorrow</title><content type='html'>She has a secret sorrow&lt;br /&gt;You can see it in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And when she thinks no one is around&lt;br /&gt;You can sometimes here her cry&lt;br /&gt;She's a lady well worth knowing&lt;br /&gt;And I know she'd be a prize&lt;br /&gt;If I could find a way to wipe&lt;br /&gt;The secret sorrow from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a secret sorrow&lt;br /&gt;You can tell it in her smile&lt;br /&gt;For when you look into her eyes&lt;br /&gt;You see a frightened child&lt;br /&gt;Somebody must have hurt her so&lt;br /&gt;And made her so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;That she would hide her sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Behind a borrowed name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a secret sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Buried deep inside her heart&lt;br /&gt;And just a bit of kindness&lt;br /&gt;Can make the teardrops start&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew what it would take&lt;br /&gt;To chase her fears away&lt;br /&gt;So she could face the future&lt;br /&gt;With no shadows in her way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-7784599039832008480?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/7784599039832008480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/7784599039832008480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/secret-sorrow.html' title='Secret Sorrow'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-1505881694892698332</id><published>2008-03-10T09:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T09:31:54.283-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Cathy'/><title type='text'>To Cathy</title><content type='html'>The silent cry of the aborted child&lt;br /&gt;Hangs heavily in the air&lt;br /&gt;With the agonizing cry of a three year old&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;And the heart-broken cry of a momma&lt;br /&gt;That the skeloton in the closet&lt;br /&gt;Will soon be swept away&lt;br /&gt;And she cries again for the laws of man&lt;br /&gt;Who have put her baby there&lt;br /&gt;She wonders why money talks louder&lt;br /&gt;Than all her love and care&lt;br /&gt;And why there is no justice&lt;br /&gt;In a land that's supposed to be free&lt;br /&gt;But the law sells its soul&lt;br /&gt;For a pot of gold&lt;br /&gt;And Lady Liberty cries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-1505881694892698332?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/1505881694892698332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/1505881694892698332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-cathy.html' title='To Cathy'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-8261333184483311548</id><published>2008-03-10T09:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T09:26:13.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk beside me'/><title type='text'>Walk Beside Me</title><content type='html'>I do not want to follow you&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you walk too slow&lt;br /&gt;Or you might choose the higher path&lt;br /&gt;While I might seek the low&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps our paths might split somehow&lt;br /&gt;And we might drift apart&lt;br /&gt;No, I do not want to follow you&lt;br /&gt;I'll say before we start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to take the lead&lt;br /&gt;For on the lead depends&lt;br /&gt;The safety of the ones you love&lt;br /&gt;The fate of your dear friends&lt;br /&gt;No, I do not want to walk in front&lt;br /&gt;For I might lose the way&lt;br /&gt;Just one mistake could haunt my life&lt;br /&gt;Until my dying day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would love to walk with you&lt;br /&gt;Together you and I&lt;br /&gt;Could see the morning awakening&lt;br /&gt;Could watch the night birds fly&lt;br /&gt;Together we could face the world&lt;br /&gt;And all that it portends&lt;br /&gt;If you walk beside me&lt;br /&gt;And simply be my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-8261333184483311548?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/8261333184483311548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/8261333184483311548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/walk-beside-me.html' title='Walk Beside Me'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-7596207828162017786</id><published>2008-03-09T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:06:15.725-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walk With Me'/><title type='text'>Walk With Me</title><content type='html'>Come walk with me awhile today&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a friend&lt;br /&gt;Who understands my silence&lt;br /&gt;But who will hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who will listen&lt;br /&gt;If I feel the need to talk&lt;br /&gt;I need someone beside me&lt;br /&gt;If I only want to walk&lt;br /&gt;I need your broad strong shoulder&lt;br /&gt;To lean on if I cry&lt;br /&gt;I need your arms to pick me&lt;br /&gt;and give me strength to try&lt;br /&gt;I know I ask a lot of you&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;Come walk with me awhile today I know I need a friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-7596207828162017786?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/7596207828162017786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/7596207828162017786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/walk-with-me.html' title='Walk With Me'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-1298470810519822512</id><published>2008-03-09T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:01:28.542-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Child I Gave Away'/><title type='text'>The Child I Gave Away</title><content type='html'>I stand by the gate to the playground&lt;br /&gt;just to watch her play&lt;br /&gt;That little girl in ruffled dress&lt;br /&gt;so happy here today&lt;br /&gt;I watch her kiss another's cheek&lt;br /&gt;Hear her call that other mom&lt;br /&gt;And know I never told her&lt;br /&gt;In these lonely aching arms&lt;br /&gt;I come here every morning&lt;br /&gt;to watch her at her play&lt;br /&gt;And pray she never learns&lt;br /&gt;Shes the child I gave away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-1298470810519822512?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/1298470810519822512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/1298470810519822512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/child-i-gave-away.html' title='The Child I Gave Away'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-5699236394076788782</id><published>2008-03-08T12:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:20:39.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Annie'/><title type='text'>For Annie</title><content type='html'>When sunlight streams in&lt;br /&gt;Through your window&lt;br /&gt;To play on the floor in your room&lt;br /&gt;You can see a new day dawning&lt;br /&gt;You can think of no reason for gloom&lt;br /&gt;The dew that has watered the grasses&lt;br /&gt;Has left a blush on the rose&lt;br /&gt;Today you have time to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful flower as it grows&lt;br /&gt;Stop just awhile in your hurry&lt;br /&gt;To gaze at the stones at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Then I listen awhile to the songbird&lt;br /&gt;As it sings it's song so sweet&lt;br /&gt;And linger to see the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Tell you your day is complete&lt;br /&gt;Time lays all the cares you had carried&lt;br /&gt;In a neat little pile at your feet&lt;br /&gt;For you see you have no time to worry&lt;br /&gt;Gather your gold on your way&lt;br /&gt;The gold you have in friendships&lt;br /&gt;Of those who surround you today&lt;br /&gt;And though we will miss you greatly&lt;br /&gt;We are happy to be here today&lt;br /&gt;To share with you a milestone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY RETIREMENT TODAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-5699236394076788782?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5699236394076788782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5699236394076788782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-annie.html' title='For Annie'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-4714361010482762759</id><published>2008-03-07T05:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T05:11:47.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catch the Spirit'/><title type='text'>Catch The Spirit</title><content type='html'>It's not hard to catch the spirit&lt;br /&gt;When you know what you should do.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel the eyes of a hungry world&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for your hand&lt;br /&gt;And the voices of a world that has no hope&lt;br /&gt;Begging you to understand&lt;br /&gt;For the price of a pack of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;Someones' life can be changed&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a child that cannot walk&lt;br /&gt;Or a man who cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a teen who has no hope&lt;br /&gt;Might find her life set free.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps someone who faces death&lt;br /&gt;Might find the will to live&lt;br /&gt;Then you will know the inner glow&lt;br /&gt;He lives because you give&lt;br /&gt;For that extra cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;Or that high calorie treat&lt;br /&gt;You might make yourself live longer&lt;br /&gt;And let the poor eat&lt;br /&gt;Then, when you stand at the judgement seat&lt;br /&gt;Upon the golden chairs&lt;br /&gt;The Lord will say "Show him through&lt;br /&gt;He changed the world, He cared."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-4714361010482762759?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/4714361010482762759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/4714361010482762759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/catch-spirit.html' title='Catch The Spirit'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-5060472047814852018</id><published>2008-03-07T04:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T05:02:06.261-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black and White'/><title type='text'>Black And White</title><content type='html'>You're black, I'm white&lt;br /&gt;I'm me, you're you&lt;br /&gt;We stand at opposite corners&lt;br /&gt;With our own narrow views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wrong, you're right&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I like you&lt;br /&gt;This whole world is acting the same way we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made you in color&lt;br /&gt;While he left me white&lt;br /&gt;But that gives us no reason&lt;br /&gt;To fuss and to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hold out my hand&lt;br /&gt;And you lean toward me,&lt;br /&gt;We can still be brothers&lt;br /&gt;Like the Lord meant us to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-5060472047814852018?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5060472047814852018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5060472047814852018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/black-and-white.html' title='Black And White'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-8921512680159139382</id><published>2008-03-04T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:27:30.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>He looked at me softly and told me&lt;br /&gt;"You could be one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't afraid so of failure,&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet you could be a success."&lt;br /&gt;I thought about that for a moment&lt;br /&gt;And wondered; he could be right,&lt;br /&gt;But failure has been with me many a year,&lt;br /&gt;Has stayed with me both day and night,&lt;br /&gt;A glimmer of thought then struck me,&lt;br /&gt;And now I must confess,&lt;br /&gt;Failure don't scare me not one little bit,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm deathly afraid of success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-8921512680159139382?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/8921512680159139382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/8921512680159139382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-5950279741978513645</id><published>2008-03-04T14:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:19:00.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Gifts'/><title type='text'>The Gifts</title><content type='html'>He gave me a day of sunshine:&lt;br /&gt;But I kept looking for rain&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a day to run and play&lt;br /&gt;But I kept waiting for pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a day for laughter&lt;br /&gt;But I had a frown on my face&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a day to love and obey&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't take the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I asked for a day of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;But he sent only rain&lt;br /&gt;I asked for a day to run and play&lt;br /&gt;But I felt only pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for a day of laughter&lt;br /&gt;But he gave me only a frown&lt;br /&gt;In anger I said "You don't love me,&lt;br /&gt;Look how you let me down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled at me softly and asked me&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want me to do?&lt;br /&gt;You didn't use the gifts I gave,&lt;br /&gt;So, I had to take them from you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-5950279741978513645?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5950279741978513645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5950279741978513645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/gifts.html' title='The Gifts'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-5381969570384256846</id><published>2008-03-03T08:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T08:19:13.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary&apos;s Song'/><title type='text'>Mary's Song</title><content type='html'>My little boy you my pride and joy&lt;br /&gt;You'll rule the world some day&lt;br /&gt;With angels to guide you&lt;br /&gt;And mother's beside you&lt;br /&gt;Sleep now in your soft warm hay&lt;br /&gt;Angels sing for you&lt;br /&gt;And Shepard's adore you&lt;br /&gt;Kings lay their gold at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Stars shine to guide you&lt;br /&gt;And mother's beside you&lt;br /&gt;So sleep, sweet baby, sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you'll waken&lt;br /&gt;Your youth will be taken&lt;br /&gt;And you'll find a world full of sin&lt;br /&gt;You'll find non-believers&lt;br /&gt;And down right deceivers&lt;br /&gt;And you won't know where to begin&lt;br /&gt;You'll find some who will follow&lt;br /&gt;And one who is hollow&lt;br /&gt;And he your life will betray&lt;br /&gt;But while you're a babe&lt;br /&gt;Now, my son, this is your hour&lt;br /&gt;Sleep now in your soft warm hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold you close to me&lt;br /&gt;And feel your warm body&lt;br /&gt;I know it will hang from a cross&lt;br /&gt;And though your just a baby&lt;br /&gt;And I'm holding you tightly&lt;br /&gt;I'm already feeling the loss&lt;br /&gt;So cuddle close to me&lt;br /&gt;While mommy sings to you&lt;br /&gt;And tells you she loves you so&lt;br /&gt;Although you're just a baby&lt;br /&gt;And I'm holding you tightly&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning I have to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-5381969570384256846?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5381969570384256846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2098823120430639938&amp;postID=5381969570384256846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5381969570384256846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5381969570384256846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/marys-song.html' title='Mary&apos;s Song'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-3805465231739191841</id><published>2008-03-03T07:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T08:06:58.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bethlehem Town'/><title type='text'>Bethlehem Town</title><content type='html'>The people gathered in Bethlehem town&lt;br /&gt;The king they dared not defy&lt;br /&gt;So hurried, so worried, they scurried about&lt;br /&gt;And did not hear the child cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine flowed free, as old friends they'd see&lt;br /&gt;The streets rang with "Hi!" and "Goodbye!"&lt;br /&gt;But with heads bowed low they'd never know&lt;br /&gt;of the star that shone in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meadow far they saw the star&lt;br /&gt;And heard the angels sing&lt;br /&gt;These Shepard's poor coarse robes they wore&lt;br /&gt;Knelt before the newborn king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the crowds passed by on the streets outside&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing the king was near&lt;br /&gt;Like the crowds pass by on the streets today&lt;br /&gt;Going farther from him each day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-3805465231739191841?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/3805465231739191841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/3805465231739191841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/bethlehem-town.html' title='Bethlehem Town'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-1873474796069130765</id><published>2008-02-23T09:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:32:09.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday Jesus'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The lights are brightly shining&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's baubles on the tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The gifts are wrapped and waiting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the time we honor thee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A tiny baby in Bethlehem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All wrapped in swaddling joy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A happy, happy birthday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Mary's little boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But on the cross of Calvary&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our hopes and dreams were hung.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For they placed my Jesus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While he was yet so young&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And all the Christmas presents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are but an empty plan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For we can't celebrate the babe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And forget about the man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-1873474796069130765?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/1873474796069130765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/1873474796069130765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-jesus.html' title='Happy Birthday Jesus'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-955838266991536751</id><published>2008-02-23T09:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:22:22.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Take Care of Me'/><title type='text'>Take Care of Me</title><content type='html'>I've struggled through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;As long as I can&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere, somehow&lt;br /&gt;Lost hold of your hand&lt;br /&gt;I've stumbled through th e pitfalls&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;I've cried out in anguish&lt;br /&gt;Take pity on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come blessed Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Take hold of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Lead me from darkness&lt;br /&gt;To your shining land&lt;br /&gt;Give me a place&lt;br /&gt;Where from sorrow I flee&lt;br /&gt;For I am your child Lord&lt;br /&gt;Take Care of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When storms are threatening&lt;br /&gt;Take care of me&lt;br /&gt;Show me all of the beauty&lt;br /&gt;You want me to see&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to listen&lt;br /&gt;When you speak to me&lt;br /&gt;And in your great wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of beauty,&lt;br /&gt;But you have to seek&lt;br /&gt;And there is good in everyone&lt;br /&gt;Though we all are week;&lt;br /&gt;But in times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;We all turn to thee&lt;br /&gt;And whisper "Dear Father,&lt;br /&gt;Please take care of me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-955838266991536751?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/955838266991536751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/955838266991536751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/take-care-of-me.html' title='Take Care of Me'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-5213379790419377540</id><published>2008-02-23T09:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:04:01.726-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking to the Lord'/><title type='text'>Talking To The Lord</title><content type='html'>Dear Lord, I'd like to talk to you;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's late at night.&lt;br /&gt;I have some things to ask you Lord;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mostly about the children Lord&lt;br /&gt;I left them in your care.&lt;br /&gt;For you're the only one I trust&lt;br /&gt;When I cannot be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny had a cold last night;&lt;br /&gt;I did all that I can do&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I had to go to work&lt;br /&gt;I left the rest for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the problems with the girls&lt;br /&gt;Ever work out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm placing it right in your hands&lt;br /&gt;I've prayed half the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends tell me I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;Riding the bus at two.&lt;br /&gt;But Lord just what can happen&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sitting close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you Lord for listening&lt;br /&gt;We've made another day&lt;br /&gt;As long as I keep trusting you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never lose my was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-5213379790419377540?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5213379790419377540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5213379790419377540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/talking-to-lord.html' title='Talking To The Lord'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-7090771311747952174</id><published>2008-02-23T09:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:26:28.291-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;re Worth Saving'/><title type='text'>You're Worth Saving</title><content type='html'>Though you're down in sins dark dungeon&lt;br /&gt;And you just can't find your way&lt;br /&gt;Still you try to find contentment in your wins&lt;br /&gt;You have lied, stolen, and cheated&lt;br /&gt;And you know that you are lost&lt;br /&gt;You're still worth saving&lt;br /&gt;If you kneel down at the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're worth saving no matter what the sin&lt;br /&gt;You're worth saving you can be born again&lt;br /&gt;If you will only lift your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To the maker in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You're worth saving&lt;br /&gt;That's why he sent his son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-7090771311747952174?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/7090771311747952174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/7090771311747952174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-worth-saving.html' title='You&apos;re Worth Saving'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-6175213916863886642</id><published>2008-02-23T09:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:17:51.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Stumbled'/><title type='text'>I Stumbled</title><content type='html'>Forgive me Lord I stumbled&lt;br /&gt;The way has been so hard&lt;br /&gt;The cross I bear so heavy&lt;br /&gt;And Lord you know I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I offer no excuses&lt;br /&gt;For what I did today&lt;br /&gt;A lonely man held out his hand&lt;br /&gt;But I looked the other way&lt;br /&gt;O' Lord please give me&lt;br /&gt;Strength to bear&lt;br /&gt;The burdens that are mine&lt;br /&gt;Please put more kindness in my heart&lt;br /&gt;To make sure that you shine&lt;br /&gt;Give my lips kind words to say&lt;br /&gt;Despite the hurt and pain&lt;br /&gt;Until at last within my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll stumble not again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-6175213916863886642?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/6175213916863886642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/6175213916863886642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-stumbled.html' title='I Stumbled'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-3550893733309371338</id><published>2008-02-22T09:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:55:20.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Is A Flower In God&apos;s Garden'/><title type='text'>Earth Is A Flower In God's Garden</title><content type='html'>Earth is a rose in God's garden&lt;br /&gt;Fashioned with great love and care&lt;br /&gt;Gently he formed the mountains&lt;br /&gt;Sculptured each valley with care&lt;br /&gt;Covered its hills with green carpets&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkled with flowers of each hue&lt;br /&gt;Ran cool bubbling brooks down its mountains&lt;br /&gt;Then covered the whole thing with blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked and he loved its great beauty&lt;br /&gt;So swiftly he made his great plan&lt;br /&gt;He would give what he loved to the ones he loved&lt;br /&gt;So he gave his Earth to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man found a flaw, for they sought it&lt;br /&gt;And thought to improve on his plan&lt;br /&gt;And then with no thought of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Began to ravage the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees and lovely green  mountains&lt;br /&gt;Bowed low for the passing of man&lt;br /&gt;So man left his mark on God's hand work&lt;br /&gt;Not thinking of Gods greater plan&lt;br /&gt;Then, God, high up in his heaven&lt;br /&gt;Looking down, remembered its birth&lt;br /&gt;And regretted although he still loved him&lt;br /&gt;He had placed man on Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-3550893733309371338?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/3550893733309371338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/3550893733309371338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/earth-is-flower-in-gods-garden.html' title='Earth Is A Flower In God&apos;s Garden'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-6450627839956968533</id><published>2008-02-22T09:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:28:04.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Golden Rose'/><title type='text'>A Golden Rose</title><content type='html'>God made the rose most beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Of all his lovely flowers&lt;br /&gt;It's hunting fragrance follows you.&lt;br /&gt;And lingers there for hours&lt;br /&gt;Its lovely petals brush your soul&lt;br /&gt;To sweep the hurt away&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the world has done&lt;br /&gt;A rose will make your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rose that is touched by caring hands.&lt;br /&gt;Can heal a hurting heart&lt;br /&gt;Put back the pieces of a world&lt;br /&gt;That all but fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Can bring a sparkle to the eyes&lt;br /&gt;That recently knew tears&lt;br /&gt;And fill a life with memory&lt;br /&gt;That will last for unknown years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the day has been long&lt;br /&gt;And victories so few&lt;br /&gt;When the when the path has been too steep&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When the world comes pressing in&lt;br /&gt;And I start feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;It's then I'll touch my golden rose&lt;br /&gt;And I'll remember you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-6450627839956968533?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/6450627839956968533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/6450627839956968533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/golden-rose.html' title='A Golden Rose'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-210875037206055669</id><published>2008-02-21T15:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T16:23:40.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passing Through'/><title type='text'>Passing Through</title><content type='html'>Good morning life, you are so glorious.&lt;br /&gt;And I wait for each new day:&lt;br /&gt;Something beautiful will happen&lt;br /&gt;Before the close of day&lt;br /&gt;Your life will fill with sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Your happy heart will sing&lt;br /&gt;When you kneel down to pray&lt;br /&gt;You kneel before the king&lt;br /&gt;I want to try to hold to life&lt;br /&gt;But I know this thing is true&lt;br /&gt;Life is a fleeting thing&lt;br /&gt;I am passing through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning grave, where is your victory?&lt;br /&gt;And death, where is your sting?&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;To meet my blessed king.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear him softly calling me.&lt;br /&gt;And it's such a glorious sound.&lt;br /&gt;There's no way that death or satan's power&lt;br /&gt;Can hold me in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I can see my savior coming&lt;br /&gt;And at least I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;There's no way death can hold me down&lt;br /&gt;I'm only passing through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm passing through to be with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;In a mansion made for me&lt;br /&gt;I can see him swiftly coming&lt;br /&gt;Across the crystal sea&lt;br /&gt;All the cares of Earth are fading&lt;br /&gt;I can see the victory&lt;br /&gt;With his arms outstretched in welcome&lt;br /&gt;Jesus now is calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the sound of angel wings&lt;br /&gt;I can hear them in the air&lt;br /&gt;He is sending out the message&lt;br /&gt;I am truly welcome there&lt;br /&gt;I shall sing the songs the angels sing&lt;br /&gt;And walk the streets of gold&lt;br /&gt;In that bright and shining city&lt;br /&gt;Where no one will ever grow old&lt;br /&gt;There will be no pain or sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I never more will roam&lt;br /&gt;And no more will I be passing through&lt;br /&gt;For there, at last, I am home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-210875037206055669?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/210875037206055669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/210875037206055669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/passing-through.html' title='Passing Through'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-725342657707251558</id><published>2008-02-21T07:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T07:55:19.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking Down Broadway'/><title type='text'>Walking Down Broadway</title><content type='html'>Walking down Broadway,&lt;br /&gt;A street filled with strife.&lt;br /&gt;Kicking at pieces&lt;br /&gt;of someone's broken life.&lt;br /&gt;For there lies the bottle,&lt;br /&gt;Kicked off to the side.&lt;br /&gt;Last night he held it&lt;br /&gt;Like it was his bride,&lt;br /&gt;As long as he kept it&lt;br /&gt; He'd never be small.&lt;br /&gt;Through the rim of a bottle&lt;br /&gt;He stood seven feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;But daylight comes swiftly&lt;br /&gt;And before his eyes&lt;br /&gt;It seems he had shrunk&lt;br /&gt;To infinitesimal size.&lt;br /&gt;He had to find comfort,&lt;br /&gt;He had to find a way to get&lt;br /&gt;a jug of cheap wine,&lt;br /&gt;For tonight, he would hold it&lt;br /&gt;Like it was his bride&lt;br /&gt;And dream of the time&lt;br /&gt;When She lay by his side.&lt;br /&gt;When he could move mountains,&lt;br /&gt;For she was his wife.&lt;br /&gt;But,when she left&lt;br /&gt;She took all his reason for life.&lt;br /&gt;But, tonight in his dreams,&lt;br /&gt;He'll remember it all&lt;br /&gt;And through the rim of a bottle,&lt;br /&gt;He'll stand seven feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;"&gt;Broadway in this poem isn't in New York.  It is connected to Downtown Cleveland, Ohio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-725342657707251558?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/725342657707251558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/725342657707251558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/walking-down-broadway.html' title='Walking Down Broadway'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098823120430639938.post-5523002768891892653</id><published>2008-02-20T19:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:58:58.360-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Thelma Josephine Bowling'/><title type='text'>About Thelma Josephine Bowling</title><content type='html'>My grandma was born during the depression era, 1933. She was too poor to realize there was a depression going on. She lived In Clendenin, WV on Kelly Hill. Her father, William Gordan Salisbury was a coal miner her mother is Thelma Mae Bodkins. My grandma had five children who all loved her and I have lost count of the grand children. I think everyone in my family would agree that she was the glue that bound us together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2098823120430639938-5523002768891892653?l=theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5523002768891892653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2098823120430639938/posts/default/5523002768891892653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartofamomforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/about-thelma-josephine-bowling.html' title='About Thelma Josephine Bowling'/><author><name>Shirley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VZmgt6fwfBY/R77KE2XKJGI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0Au2a4cKXls/S220/butterfly.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
