Poems & Selections

Vanished

By Emily Dickinson
She died, —this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.

by Jodi Picoult This is what I like about photographs, they’re proof that once, even just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light, May good luck pursue you each morning and night.
Here, a million wounded souls are yearning just to touch you and be healed; Gather all your people, and hold them to your heart. We remember how you loved us to your death, and still we celebrate, for you are with us here; And we believe that we will see you when you come, in […]
You toiled so hard for those you loved. You said goodbye to none, your spirit flew before we knew, your work on earth was done. We miss you now, our hearts are sore, as time goes by we miss you more. Your loving smile, your gentle face: no one can fill your vacant place. Your […]