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Poems & Selections

If Death Is Kind

By Sara Teasdale
Perhaps if death is kind, and there can be returning,
We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.
We will come down at night to these resounding beaches
And the long gentle thunder of the sea,
Here for a single hour in the wide starlight
We shall be happy, for the dead are free.

I am ready to create my keepsake

Irish Blessing 11

May you live as long as you want, And never want as long as you live.
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Irish Blessing 18

May brooks and trees and singing hills Join in the chorus too. And every gentle wind that blows Send happiness to you.
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She is Gone

You can shed tears that she is gone or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left. Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her or you can be full of the […]
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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 […]
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