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In Memory of Laura
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Laura Lyn Ballard
Born: March 7, 1962 Muenchweiler, Germany
Died: August 5, 2002 Palestine, Texas
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Poems She Wrote
The Unknown Angel
A tall woman with billowing long hair caught my eye
The hair hid her beautiful face, making her seem shy.
She glanced in my direction and I noticed her eyes were green.
They were the prettiest I've ever seen,
She wore a simple gown of scarlet red,
And had a crown of flowers on her head,
She had no jewelry, but radiated just the same
She wore no makeup, refusing to play man's cosmetic game
I stood there in awe, my head just reeling,
Trying to figure what I was feeling .
I felt purified just being in her presence,
I was caught up in her aura and gentle essence.
Just as I began to feel her serenity,
I started my descent back to reality.
Not wanting to let go of my spiritual place,
I knew that I had to vacate my space.
Making room for the next lost soul,
who so often would lose control.
As I landed, she slowly turned
and so vividly, her memory was burned.
She with a delicate motion opened her wings and flew away,
I wanted to go with her, yet knew I had to stay
and deep in my heart I knew that I would always have
My ANGEL
Laura Lyn Ballard
Doctor
Doctor, Can you give me something for my pain
Can you prescribe something for my disdain.
Can you pinpoint where I ache
Can you show me my mistake.
Can you give me hope where there is none
Can you turn my misery into fun.
Can you teach me how to live
Can you limit what I give
Can you ease my troubled soul
Can you lead me towards my goal
Laura Lyn Ballard
NATURE AT ITS BEST
The trees are blowing in the wind
The leaves are falling this way and that
Bringing to mind many different metaphors
The birds hide beneath their wings
Nature has provided this heavenly shelter
The animals head for protection
Amid the shelters of the brush or forrest
The rain most welcome by the thirsty land
And needed by the animals
Even though they dislike the wetness
Nature takes care of its own
The only thing that will shatter this image
Is the scent and sight of man!
Laura Ballard
Nature
Just Thinking
Unbearably cold in tune with teardrops
Frost and grass blades and flower petals begin to melt.
Chances are taken with the push of the wind
Stars are twinkling, reflecting the mirrows
of our eyes.
Night is lost just like despairing souls
Clouds creating visions of our imagination
Shadows search for a way out of the darkness
Hopes are shattered as are our individual
egos.
The sunlight depicts our arrogant dreams.
Rising in the morning, peaking at noon and
disappearing at night.
Laughter echoes like the valleys between the
canyons.
Tears are missing because they don't enhance
the situation
Voices fade like the rainbows after a storm
People move onto other worlds,
and I am left with just my thoughts.
Laura Ballard
Parting
experiencing a viselike grip in my heart
because we are destined to part
we are about to go our seperate ways
and I'm not looking forward to the lonely days
for a time our love was strong
then everything started going wrong
the arguements and resentments grew
and after awhile we simply knew
that our love was fading
Laura Ballard
Progression
Walking tall with out strife
Nothing wrong in my life
Than one day a bombshell falls
and imprisons me inside these walls
I begin to stutter and shake
Understand? just for my sake
My world begins to fall apart
ending dreams before they start
As each day passes my symptoms grow
and my high becomes my low
wheelchair bound after a while
all I have is my lasting smile
And a sense of sane state of mind!
Laura Ballard
Strangers
strangers once but long ago, in another world
Laughing at the seriousness of unfamiliar territory
Simply not knowing what to say or why to say it
Glancing at the facial expressions looking for a clue
Comforting the warmth of the guessing game
Looking around for an object of conversation
Seldom looking into the eyes of each other
Questioning the reasons for the awkwardness
Yet knowing all the while that if conversation began
We wouldn't be strangers anymore
Laura Ballard
Sandman
I met a man one rainy day
He was odd but seemed okay
He wore a coat that reached his knees
On his belt dangled a ring of keys
He had on boots of western style
He looked at me with a crooked smile
Upon his head he wore a well worn hat
He said howdy man, and that was that
He intrigued me so that I quickened my pace
He walked so fast, it was like a race
I said, Mister do you have a moment to spare
There's something I'd like to share
You caught my attention with your stern resolve
And there's something maybe you can solve
You're so confident or so it seems
And I myself have lost my dreams
He touched my shoulder and said, Child go home
Out here is no place to look, no place to roam
Lay down in your bed and close your eyes
And I will visit with my surprise
Laura Ballard
A Passenger
I'm a passenger on God's train
I don't know what I'm doing here
but I'm here just the same
I think I'm travelling toward purgatory.
I am a sinner, so I'm the one to blame
For all my sins I'm truly sorry
and I call upon God's name
He made me a passenger on God's train.
I don't know where the train will stop
but when it does I'll be on top.
Because I'll get to go to heaven.
My joy wil be seventy times seven.
I'll be forever in God's reign.
As an eternal passenger on God's train.
Laura Ballard
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In Memory of Laura
Laura was given 6 months to live and lived for almost two years after that. She was immobile and lived in my parents living room on constant oxygen. She was dependent on someone for everything. She had always been a tomboy and active and this was hard for her. She spent this time making things . She did not complain much, she spent her time helping others. She made books, wrote poems, made poster boards ( for drug and alcohol prevention ) and did alot of beadwork. She used the money from the beads to donate to the church. This was over a thousand dollars. She wanted to let people know about 12 Step Programs (AA or NA). She wanted to let kids know that life is too short...that life is precious. Do not take it for granted. Do not drink or take drugs because...YES... it can happen to you. Although, Laura got many miracles , she did not get the miracle of being cured from her disease. She died at 40 years young. This web page is for her. To continue her work....her message....her love.
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