If I Wished on Wishes
When Tears and Broken Hearts Agree
Welcome to Holland
The Shoes I Wear
From The Heart of a Bereaved Mother
Season Reason Purpose, A Story
Relax
Anxiety, stress, gifts bought with love, fail
Elastic money, bills and school fees, stretch
Emotional mess, panic attack soon
Yuletide gift shoppers, buy, buy and buy, stuff
House always messy, symptom of worry, fear.
A friend to talk to, on equal terms, seek.
Coffee currency, share, be succinct, chat.
Guilt motivates me, get to the gym, walk.
Wedded bliss what's that? Expectations, trust?
Blowout is coming, sense or invite? fight.
Normal crazy life, normal these days, nuts.
Trying to control life means serious stress.
Why do I bother, I need balance now.
I wrote this poem to clarify thoughts.
Now I am feeling sadder and guilt.
Try to remember the other side, flip.
Start with a budget, add up the bills, debt.
Shops are a jungle, plan the gift hunt, smart.
Execute the task, stay focussed now, go.
Retail therapy? Stay local start small.
Cut down my worries, cut down on mess, breathe.
A whisper a friend, His name I pray, Lord
A listener forever, He's seen it all, life.
Walking will calm me, so much better, fit
Happy "Forever", up's and there's downs, ride.
Take sides or take peace, choose not to fight, calm.
Challenge the normal that makes life nuts, choice.
Live life, be in life, out of the box, free.
Balance is pretend, who's in control, you.
First thing to leave me, theme of despair, gone.
Worries defined me, now a new day, rise.
Stronger and able, change my world right now.
She is breathing, but she is dying.I Walked a Mile with Pleasure
I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When sorrow walked with me.
-Robert Browning HamiltonI walked a mile with Pleasure, She chattered all the way; But left me none the wiser, For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But, oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me! I walked a mile with Pleasure, She chattered all the way; But left me none the wiser, For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word "Do not judge the bereaved mother. She comes in many forms.And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When sorrow walked with me.
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS,
but she IS NOT, all at once.
She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity."
-Author Unknown-said she; But, o
~A Thousand Things, Christa Wells~h,
You're gonna cry yourself to sleep.
You're gonna soak the pillow for many weeks.
You're gonna cry...Why? Why me?
But in spite of the ache that doesn't go away
You'll be sharing your story one rainy day
and at the next table somebody catches your words.
He hears a truth he's never heard.
He takes it back to the marriage he'd given up on.
Hands it down to his daughter, who writes it in a song.
You didn't know.
A thousand things are happening in this one thing
Like a thousand fields nourished by a single drop of rain
So honey, wrap yourself in promise while you wait for the morning light
A thousand things are happening tonight.
You're gonna cry yourself to sleep.
'Cause for the moment all that you can see is what is lost, lost
Why me?
But in the midst of the most exquisite pain
You're drawn into a peace that you cannot explain.
And the praises you sing of a sovereign God
reach the girl whose last hope is gone
She never thought there was purpose in anything here.
Now the seed has been planted and it's taking root
You didn't know.
You're gonna cry yourself to sleep.
A thousand miracles you'll have to wait to see.
the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me! I walked a mile with Pleasure, She chattered all the way; But left me none the wiser, For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But, oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me! 
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