Poem 005

One Rose for Bessie
by: T. Lynn, , TLYNN Poems

She listened...as she heard a light tapping on her door.
Taking a minute, Bessie slowly shuffled across the floor.
Years had crept in and aches and pains now Bessie's lot.
As she remembered, days gone by, she became lost in thought.
Years have passed away since Bessie met her own true love.
It was a moon lit night and all the stars were out above.
They began to dance and as they danced the night away,
This dashing young man reserved a date for the next day.
For several weeks, Joe and Bessie become an intimate pair.
They were young and free thinking they didn't have a care.
One day Joe told Bessie he had to leave town for a while.
He kissed her tenderly and said good-bye with a big smile.
Joe was to return, at which time they planned to wed.
Joe did not return and Bessie's heart felt crushed instead.
Days turned into months and many months turned into years.
Days she spent in sorrow with the shedding of some tears.
Joe had a mental breakdown but he did not say a word.
After Joe recovered, he knew his words would not be heard.
He didn't want to burden her with fears of a relapse.
He worried in the future fear would cause love to collapse.
Joe showed his love for many years by sending one red rose.
He sent it every Monday morning so the story goes.
This was Monday morning as she shuffled to the door.
Expecting one red rose, just like all the weeks before.
Instead she found a rose and its color was pure white.
With a note attached that said; "Joe died quietly last night."

Life Still Has A Meaning

If there is a future there is time for mending-
Time to see your troubles coming to an ending.

Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow-
If you're looking forward to a new tomorrow.

If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping-
When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping.

Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling-
If there is time for praying there is time for healing.

So if through your window there is a new day breaking-
Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching,

If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning-
There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning.
          ~ Author unknown~

The Power of One
by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

One tree can start a forest
One song can spark a moment
One flower can wake the dream
One bird can herald spring
One smile begins a friendship
One handclasp lifts a soul
One star can guide a ship at sea
One word can frame the goal
One vote can change a nation
One sunbeam lights a room
One candle wipes out darkness
One laugh will conquer gloom
One step must start each journey
One word must start a prayer
One hope will raise our spirits
One touch can show you care
One voice can speak with wisdom
One heart can know what is true
One Life can make a difference
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herald: to be a sign of something that is going to come or happen soon.
Handclasp: handshake, grasping and holding of hands by two or more people (customarily done when greeting or parting)
Sunbeam: ray of sunlight
wipes out: destroy
conquer :defeat, overcome

A beautiful poem written by a Father to save his Daughter !!!
DAD - BABY RACHEL - MOM
A sad Dad's poem...
This is a beautiful poem. There is an appeal from a Zimbabwean
couple at the bottom of message, not asking for anything more
than that you hand the poem on.
TO MY CHILD Just for this morning, I am going to
smile when I see your face and laugh
when I feel like crying.
Just for this morning, I will let you
choose what you want to wear,
and smile and say how perfect it is.
Just for this morning, I am going to step
over the laundry and pick you up and take you to
the park to play.

Just for this morning, I will leave the
dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put
that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug
the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with
you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon, I will not yell
once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and
whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one
if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon, I won't worry
about what you are going to be when you grow up, or
second guess every decision I have made where you are
concern ed.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you
help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you
trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take us
to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can
have both toys.
Just for this evening, I will hold you in
my arms and tell you a story about how you were
born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you
splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this evening, I will let you
stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will snuggle
beside you for hours, and miss my favourite TV shows.
Just for this evening when I run my
finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be
grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.
I will think about the mothers and
fathers who are searching for their missing children, the
mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's
graves instead of their bedrooms. The mothers
and fathers who are in hospital rooms
watching their children suffer senselessly and screaming
inside that little body
And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold
you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then,
that I will thank God for you, and ask him for
nothing, except one more day......... ....
Hi! I am a 29-year-old father. My wife and I have had a wonderful life together. God blessed us with a child too. Our daughter's name is Rachel and she is 10 months old. Not long ago did the doctors detect brain cancer in her little body.
There is only one way to save her and that is an operation. Sadly we don't have the money for the operation. AOL and Zdnet (in Zimbabwe ) have agreed to help us.
The only way they can help is this: If you send this email to other people< BR>AOL will track this email and count how many people get it. Every person that opens this email and sends it to at least 3 people will give us 32c. (in Zimbabwe dollars) Please help us.
Source:english4all
**True friends are those who care without hesitations, who remember without limitations, who give without expectations and love even without communication. Friendship doesnt need everyday conversation doesnt always need togetherness, as long as the relationship is kept in the heart,true friends never go apart....... ...** Sadat Moshtaghian

Rules for Being Human

You will receive a body.
You may like it or hate it,
but it's yours to keep
for the entire period.
You will learn lessons.
You are enrolled in a full-time,
informal school called life.
There are no mistakes, only lessons.
Growth is a process of trial, error
and experimentation.
The "failed" experiments are as much
a part of the process as the experiments
that ultimately "work".
Lessons are repeated until they are learned.
A lesson will be presented to you in various forms
until you have learned it.
When you have learned it,
you can go on to the next lesson.
Learning lessons does not end.
There is no part of life that doesn't
contain it's lessons.
If you're alive,
there are still lessons to be learned.
"There" is no better than "here".
When your "there" has become "here",
you will simply obtain another "there"
that will again look better than "here".
Other people are merely mirrors of you.
You can not love or hate something
about another person unless it reflects to you
something you love or hate about yourself.
What you make of your life is up to you.
You have all the tools and resources you need.
What you do with them is up to you.
The choice is yours.
By: Dr. Cherie Carter-Scott, Source Unknown
Source: http://www.inspirationpeak.com

“It’s About Life...."

........It may be that you consider something good for u but its not, and something bad ,but its in yr favor -Allah knows and u know not (Al-Baqarah)
Compiled, edited and adapted by Khalid Latif
**True friends are those who care without hesitations,who remember without limitations, who give without expectations and love even without communication. Friendship doesnt need everyday conversation doesnt always need togetherness, as long as the
relationship is kept in the heart,true friends never go apart....... ...** Laila Sadat Moshtaghian
Life is about experiences, which makes us to grow;
According to time and situations, it flow.

Sometimes everything seems clear and perfect,
Sometimes, it's all haze;
Maybe, life is a maze,
Every time, it leaves us amaze.

Not everyone in life, gets everything.
Sometimes,we lose even by gaining, and gain even by losing.
Why cry for losing something, which we never owned.
Life doesn't stop by accidents;
Else, the world would have ended.

Even in whole life, for someone, you change our ways;
At the end of day, with you, only your shadow stays.
The world may seem beautiful, and people influence by charm;
But, in times of need, it's our own hand, at the end of our arm.

Love and relations, are like sand,
Which we try to hold in our hand;
The more we want them to stay, the more they slip away.

Let no one and nothing control you,
Come what may;
Let you, only your faith in Allah's way.

Things that are just part of life,
Must be kept that way.
If we make them life, by mistake;
Heart is bound to break.

Today may seem faint and dull,
Compared to beautiful past;
But, tomorrow will bring beautiful moments to last.

Why look for a shoulder to cry on,
And support from someone;
One moment people are around, next moment gone;
Fact is,
He's the strongest man in life, who stands on his own...all alone.

Whenever in life, things seem to slip out of your hands;
Give it in Allah's hands,
Since, everything is safe in his hands.

After every sunset of hurts and despair,
There's a new sunrise of hopes and prayer.

It takes both rain and sunshine to make rainbows,
And like a spring, life always flows;
Even after a bright day ends,
Still in the dark night sky, stars and moon glows....

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