DEAR MOM AND DAD,
THE WAR IS DONE, MY TASK IS THROUGH BUT MOM THERE IS
SOMETHING I MUST ASK OF YOU. I HAVE A FRIEND, OH-SUCH A
FRIEND HE HAS NO HOME YOU SEE AND SO MOM
I WOULD LIKE TO BRING HIM HOME WITH ME.

DEAR SON,
WE DON’T MIND IF SOMEONE COMES HOME WITH YOU.
I’M SURE HE COULD STAY A WEEK OR TWO.

DEAR MOM AND DAD,
THERE’S SOMETHING YOU MUST KNOW. NOW PLEASE DON’T
BE ALARMED, MY FRIEND, IN BATTLE RECENTLY WAS HURT
AND LOST ONE ARM.

DEAR SON,
DON’T BE AFRAID TO BRING HIM HOME WITH YOU PERHAPS
HE COULD VISIT A DAY OR TWO.

DEAR MOM AND DAD,
BUT MOTHER HE’S NOT JUST A FRIEND HE’S LIKE A BROTHER TOO,
THAT’S WHY I WANT HIM HOME WITH US TO BE A SON TO YOU.
BEFORE YOU ANSWER, MOM I REALLY DON’T WANT TO BEG BUT
MY FRIEND FOUGHT IN A BATTLE IN WHICH HE LOST A LEG.

DEAR SON,
IT HURTS SO MUCH TO SAY THAT THE ANSWER MUST BE NO.
FOR DAD AND I HAVE LITTLE TIME FOR A BOY WHO’S CRIPPLED SO.

SOME MONTHS GO BY, A LETTER COMES, IT SAYS THEIR SON HAS DIED.
THEN THEY READ THE CAUSE OF DEATH, THE SHOCK IS SUICIDE.
DAYS LATER WHEN THE CASKET COMES DRAPED IN OUR COUNTRIES
FLAG.

THEY SAW THEIR SON LYING THERE,
WITHOUT AN ARM OR LEG.

~ Author Unknown

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern.
......... Beautiful people do not just happen.....

• Elizabeth Kubler Ross -

Follow Him
-FOLLOW HER-
FOLLOW ME
THROUGH THE WOODS-
ON THE SAND-
TO THE SEA...
LISTEN!
THE SOUND HAS GROWN FURTHER
SO WHAT SHALL WE DO?
THE STARS SHINE BRIGHTER,
THE SUN & THE MOON.
THE CHILDREN SPILL LAUGHTER,

AND SOUP FROM THEIR SPOON.
A SONG KEEPS REPEATING...

TALK OF SOME RED BALLOON.
PONDER IT!
I AM NOT EXACTLY DONE YET...
THE TREES, THE LEAVES, THE SUNSET
A FRIEND IN ME, NO DUPLICATE,
CONSIDERATE,
INTELLIGENT, OBSERVANT OF WHAT YOU HAVE DONE
A COACH, A BOSS, A CHILD...
A SHEIK, A RABBI, A PREIST...
A GOD ABOVE AND BELOW THE SEAS.
MEMORIES, TRAGEDIES...
GIVING THANKS UPON YOUR KNEES,
HOPES AND DREAMS,
SCANDALS AND SCHEMES,
ALL THESE AND MORE ARE MY ANSWERS
AS TO WHY I’M STILL HERE.

THIS IS WHERE I AM ...
... I
I Feel,
I Feel As If,
I Feel As If I'm Slipping…
It's Not Wet.
My Sneakers, They Aren't Gripping,
Cements Not Set.
Not Exactly
In Fact It's Mushy
Like Oatmeal
A Little Warm & Sort oF Squishy.
Wait! I'm Not Slipping,
I'm Sinking - Can't Find My Feet,
Can’t Quite Catch My Grip...
It's As If I'm Getting High Again!
Don’t These Feelings Ever Fade?
The Party Never Started &
The Rules Are Always Bending.
Must Keep My Focus
"Focus With My Eyes”
Though I Feel,
I Feel As If,
I Feel As If I Wasn't Here,
But This Is Where I Am.
Your Vessel I Wish To Commandeer
And Escape From Here,
Escape From All Of Them
Give Or Take A Chosen Few
If You Could Give
Then I Could Take You
But I feel,
I Feel As If,
I Feel As If You And I Are Sinking
On The Same Supply
It May Just Be A Notion
Or Perhaps It Was
Mixed Into The Potion.