There were so many beautiful poems written by so many people that I was finding the web page hard to edit with just one page of Remembrances. I've decided that I'm going to have a total of ten poems per page, and when that fills up, I'll just add more pages. All poems on this page are copyrighted by their respective authors. Blessed be.

Grandma

In there hang her prettiest dresses
That she wanted so much to wear
No more housework for me she’d said
I’m going to sit and curl my hair

Her hair
So soft and silvery
A kiss placed gently there
Would bring a smile and a tilt of her head
As she rocked in her rocking chair

From the chair near the window
Her next favorite spot
She watched the roses grow
And coaxed little birds
With crumbs of bread
Or sang to the falling snow

In winter
Roses of paper red
Sat strong and straight
In the vase -
A vase of silver and on it read
Mary and John Married 25 years

But for fifty and more they had lived as one
And loved as no other two ever have done

Now Grandma prays he’s waiting somewhere
And I know with her that he’ll really be there
Please God
Let her just close her eyes and gently sleep
For so very long she’s waited to keep
This date
Let her go quietly in graceful peace
Don’t let death grab her and drag her away
So gentle she is - so very small
Please God listen - if you’re there at all

Grandma , (Mary (Mamie) Greider Wehnau), suffering from terminal cancer, slipped quietly into a coma soon after this was written and died two weeks later with her only child, Helen, standing vigil by her bedside.

(By I Design. Click on name to email her.)

This Little Boy

This little boy at my side
All his secrets he does confide
To watch him run and play in the wind
Kissing the bruises on those little knees skinned
The feel of that little hand in mine
Looking and trusting me for all time
He's growing and learning going out on his own
Facing a whole new world of the unknown
I want to protect him from all harm I watch him with fear and dread
And then the heartbreak they tell me my child is dead
This little tiny soul I loved from the start
Who is the beat of my very own heart
Why did this happen why is this so
Why I ask did this child have to go
I will cry silent tears till the day I die
For the little boy to whom I never got to say good-bye
But know my son we will never really be apart
For I will always keep you alive in my heart
And when my day comes and my soul is set free
I will once again hold the child that was taken from me

In memory of my beloved son.

(By Brenda. Click on name to email her.)

There She Was

There she was,
Always full of joy and laughter,
There she was,
Always there to lend a hand,
There she was,
A grown woman, still helping others in time of need,
There she was,
Dying of cancer
And there I stood
Not being able to help her,
She is gone and I miss her so.

In memory of my cousin, Diane Crosby 8/23/98

(By SunflwrH2o. Click on name to email her.)

Still I Cry

I still hear your voice...
It echoes the canyons....
It whistles over the tree tops,
and dances with the wind.

It moves in harmony with the clouds
skating the sleet blue sky...
Still I cry.

It chases the waters...
In oceans of green ... and owns the majesty
in the sound of rain.

It catches the snow
and the leaves in fall...
It claims a path,
down my beating heart.

It's a whisper on my shoulder
and a promise unspoken...
It unfolds my day
like petals of a rose...
It lingers by, Still I Cry...

In Loving Memory of Gregory Allan Ceriale

(By Tina Bel1. Click on name to email her.)

"GRANDFATHER"

Grandfather, Jesus knew all along
That it was time to take you home.
The gates of heaven will open wide,
and Jesus will say "Come on Inside."
You're looking from Heaven smiling down,
Thinking to yourself "Why these frowns?"
For the Bible says, "Joy cometh in the morning,
And weeping will not endure."
So your memories will remain
And our love for you will stay unchanged

My name is Quinita Lotharp and I'm 15 yrs old.  I'm from Charlotte, North Carolina.  My grandfather passed away in July of 1997 of a heart disease, and me and the rest of his grandkids wrote him a poem.  I would like for you to put it on your site.