~+~ In Memory Of September 11th, 2001 ~+~
~+~ Terror Unaware ~+~
Even though it was bright and sunny they say,
Terror was imminent for thousands that day.
September 11th, Tuesday this year,
Brought to America and the World an undeniable fear.
Friends and family try to make sense of it all,
While rescue workers rush to find victims of the fall.
Volunteers from all walks of life,
Give all they have to give to find a son, daughter, brother, sister,
Aunt, uncle, niece, nephew, husband or wife.
Now that this all has become hard reality for us,
We must find who performed this act, and make it all just.
This disaster and tragedy won't be forgotten very soon,
But evil won't prevail while the new flowers of hope begin to bloom.
Let's join in and say a prayer and keep in our hearts,
the remembrance of innocence who early depart.
Strive to move forward to spread strength and joy where you can,
Then hopefully soon this will be a horrific memory like Pearl Harbor was then...
~+~ Laurie Ann Powell ~+~
***A Tribute To Mom's***
"If you send this to just one person, it should make it all the way around
the world by Mother's Day."
***This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in
their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry
Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here.
Who walk around the house all night with their babies when they keep crying
and won't stop.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair,
milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools, make cookies and sew Halloween
costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the
mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at
football or soccer games Friday nights instead of watching from cars, so that
when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" they could say, "Of course, I
wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and
swat them in despair when they stomp their feet. Like a tired 2-year old who
wants ice cream before dinner.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained
all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And
then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces
before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters
to sink a jump shot.
This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice
calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own off spring are at
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach
aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get
calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them
up, "Right away."
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the
words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips sometimes until they bleed - when
their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The
ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at
the same time?
Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter
disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to
put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you
hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
For all the mothers of the victims of all these school shootings, and the
mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and
the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who
just came home from school, safely.
This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's
This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all.
So hang in there.***
Please pass along to all the Mom's in your life.
"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all
Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.
(I just did)
***A Tribute to Friends***
"When you are sad, I will dry your tears.
When you are scared, I will comfort your fears.
When you are worried, I will give you hope.
When you are confused, I will help you cope.
And when you are lost, and can't see the light,
I shall be your beacon shining ever so bright.
This is my oath. I pledge 'till the end.
Why you may ask? Because you are my friend"
~~*My Special List*~~
I have a list of folks I know...all written in a book,
and every now and then...I go and take a look.
That is when I realize these names...they are a part,
not of the book they're written in...but taken from the heart.
For each name stands for someone...who has crossed my path sometime,
and in the meeting they have become...the reason and the rhyme.
Although it sounds fantastic...for me to make this claim,
I really 'am composed...of each remembered name.
Although you're not aware...of any special link,
just knowing you has shaped my life...more than you could think.
So please don't think my greeting...as just a mere routine,
your name was not...forgotten in between.
For when I send a greeting...that is addressed to you,
it is because you're on the list...of folks I'm indebted to.
So whether I have known you...for many days or few,
in some ways you have a part...in shaping things I do.
I am but a total...of many folks I've met...you are a friend I would prefer...
never to forget.
~~*Thank you for being my friend*~~
Music: ~Wind Beneath My Wings~