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Music Button RIGHT click to stop,pause,play From the Joy Light Poetry Series Rite of Passage Please view page at full screen One Last Goodbye As my timing slows down, and I can't keep a beat. And my footsteps are halfsteps, to walk is a treat. I rise in the morning and nap around noon, And hope that by evening a friend comes by soon. If only a phone call or a knock at the door. If a stranger stopped by, I wouldn't feel so poor. I look out the window and watch for the mail. It is hard to be ninety all wrinkled and pale. My mind seems to wander, my thoughts are not clear. And I say a few words knowing no one will hear. The hurt in my voice or the fear in my heart. Can I care for myself, can I still do my part. Alive but not living as I try not to feel The tears on my cheeks, I know they are real. And I try not to think that God passed me by. I have waited so long just for one last goodbye. Grandma's last goodbye was at age 92. At her side, in tears, I kissed her cheek and whispered "I love you Grandma", For a brief moment I crossed over to the other side with her, and I heard voices say, "We are all here with you now, we are all here". At that same moment, I felt a presence I had never known before flow thru my entire body. My tears stopped as quickly as they had started, but not of my will, and the inner peace that filled my body was beyond words. I carry that feeling with me always. I love you Grandma. Copyright (c), Joy Light, 1987 Please sign my Guest Book All Rights Reserved 1961 - 2004 Copyright is retained by the author. Use of these works for commercial purpose is strictly prohibited. Reproduction of these works for any purpose without permission from the author is strictly prohibited. The Joy Light Poetry Series is a published work of art. Contact the author for permission to use. Joy Light Center Sets by Designer Originals Music Credits: Harps in the Highlands by DeBoer Music will automatically play in MSIE (AOL) browser. To play music in other browsers, right click music button, the play.
From the Joy Light Poetry Series Rite of Passage Please view page at full screen
One Last Goodbye As my timing slows down, and I can't keep a beat. And my footsteps are halfsteps, to walk is a treat. I rise in the morning and nap around noon, And hope that by evening a friend comes by soon. If only a phone call or a knock at the door. If a stranger stopped by, I wouldn't feel so poor. I look out the window and watch for the mail. It is hard to be ninety all wrinkled and pale. My mind seems to wander, my thoughts are not clear. And I say a few words knowing no one will hear. The hurt in my voice or the fear in my heart. Can I care for myself, can I still do my part. Alive but not living as I try not to feel The tears on my cheeks, I know they are real. And I try not to think that God passed me by. I have waited so long just for one last goodbye. Grandma's last goodbye was at age 92. At her side, in tears, I kissed her cheek and whispered "I love you Grandma", For a brief moment I crossed over to the other side with her, and I heard voices say, "We are all here with you now, we are all here". At that same moment, I felt a presence I had never known before flow thru my entire body. My tears stopped as quickly as they had started, but not of my will, and the inner peace that filled my body was beyond words. I carry that feeling with me always. I love you Grandma. Copyright (c), Joy Light, 1987
Please sign my Guest Book All Rights Reserved 1961 - 2004 Copyright is retained by the author. Use of these works for commercial purpose is strictly prohibited. Reproduction of these works for any purpose without permission from the author is strictly prohibited. The Joy Light Poetry Series is a published work of art. Contact the author for permission to use. Joy Light Center
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Music Credits: Harps in the Highlands by DeBoer Music will automatically play in MSIE (AOL) browser. To play music in other browsers, right click music button, the play.
