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Poems & Selections

A Mother’s Gift

Just as the river Niger flows
Through the ages,
so does a Mother’s love
Just as Noah’s Ark provided
safe harbor from the tempest,
So does a Mother’s prayers.
And just as a physician’s hands
can heal the body
So can a Mother’s touch heal the spirit
Your love is a constant in my life
Unfailing, unquestionable,
and forever needed.

My Heart Is In the Highlands

by Robert Burns My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands a—chasing the deer— A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever […]

If Tears Could Build A Stairway

When I am called to duty, God whenever flames may rage, give me the strength to save some life, whatever be its age. Help me to embrace a little child before it’s too late, or some older person from the horror of that fate. Enable me to be alert and hear the weakest shout, and […]

Do Not Stand At My Grave & Weep

By Mary Frye Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in […]

On Children

By Kahlil Gibran Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own […]

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Poems & Selections

A Mother’s Gift

My Heart Is In the Highlands

If Tears Could Build A Stairway

Do Not Stand At My Grave & Weep

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