Welcome Pearl~ I hope this is the first of many games of tag you play with us. Your words are amazing-a print out for sure.
Alffe-you and Pearl both spoke of what I feel-I feel like the oldest teenager around. I feel like I should have it figured out by now.
And then I try to remember that I do have some of the puzzle solved. I have learned:
The moment counts-friendship is the family you build for yourself-and in the words of the poster in my room, "Enjoying. Paying attention.No hurry to get on to something more important. Whatever we are doing is important, experiencing each moment along the way. Time is a gift."

OK-I am guilty of only blabbing and not doing the tag-so it is still guilty.

Guilty.
A feeling that is getting harder & harder to own
Just to please the voices in my head or my conscience,
And especially not just to please the uninformed.
Guilty.
Should be called Pre-Smart or Pre-arrival,
Because once you have arrived at this stage in the game
You know that you are not guilty, just experienced.
You are not guilty-just human.
Not guilty-just an apprentice
of life
and love
and loss
and you.

OK-I did guilty-anyone else want to tackle it?

Guilty

Feeling guilty all the time,
The feeling won’t go away,
It always haunts me
And there’s nothing I can say.
Feeling guilty all the time,
I can’t escape this feeling,
This guilt eats away at me,
And sends me reeling.
Feeling guilty all the time,
This feeling makes me so blue
I tried to make it right,
But there was nothing I could do...


~Jaime~

Next tag - Sleep, sleeping.

a time to revive
the sleeper's gain
alludes me most nights
don't want to complain.

an ongoing battle
rarely won
oh sleep, where are you
why have you gone

it's never been easy
to stop the mind's patter
so sleep hides away
but what does it matter

I yearn for the bliss
of a night filled with dreams
instead I get nightmares
or just darkness, it seems

my daytime frustrations
go with me to bed
and keep me from sleeping
Oh, to shut off my head...



Tag: sleep/sleeping again, or MOURNING/MORNING, either

(am I playing this game right ??? )

Tribute to children who lit up the world briefly and then were gone:

In a beautiful padded and decorated whiskey box
my little babies lie
safe from all pain and hurt
safe from my nursing procedures
now a little footprint on a card and perhaps a lock of their hair is
enough to jog my memory
of their wee fighting spirits.

The precious girl whose grandma burned her under hot water
she suffered so before she died
I appreciated the privilige that was mine
to enter into her world and show her love and kindness
she always seemed to know I was just trying to help
even when I had to add to her pain.
She is there in a picture of her with a toothless grin.

In the red rose lidded box is the birth card of the baby
born with his spinal cord lying twisted on his back,
and the sweet little one with his intestines outside of his body
and oh my, now I read a eulogy of one of my special ones
who lived 35 hours with only me by her side.
some with footprints only as big as my thumbnail
some old enough to call out for their mom
some I knew for just awhile
Some I cared for so long
they glued their hearts to mine.

Next Tag: Mourning or Reasons

Gmasue I have read this tag poem over and over it is so very good. So touching.
It is like you "gave life" to those babies by sharing your words they came to visit my/our heart and mind.
I have to ask if your were a nurse? I am guessing yes.

I also have to say it is tough to follow after such a deeply touching poem. and as I need to go to post office before I go to work... I will have to come back and do a tag tonight or tomorrow.
but wow what a poem I enjoyed that one very much!!!!!!! Blessings to you Gmasue

Reasons, reasons what are the reasons?
looking for answers to unanswerable questions
trying to make sense out of a senseless world
and worse
a senseless life.
God has saved me many times
and I want
to know
WHY?

what are the reasons... I can't find one.
is just living enough?
I used to think my life was worth something
just because
I had survived.
over and over again.

Reasons? what are the reasons?
tenacious? no
determined? no
will to live? no
purpose in life? no
no no no no no no no.
no reasons - yet.
I'm still looking.
I haven't given up.

TAG: ~~ Horizon -or- Sky

this is really reflective of my mood ... wrote it in about a minute.


nancy