This wonderful poem was written by Greg Converse after the suicide death of his brother.

Remember Me

Remember me not for the pain I have caused you
or the way I died.

Remember to forgive
and to keep me in your prayers
and carry me with you in your heart
as I do you in mine.

Remember not to judge me
or try to understand things that you cannot just now.

Remember me for the life I lived
and the laughs we shared
the love I gave and received from you.

Remember me for the good times I had
for those I brought you
and those memories that bring you smiles.

Remember that we are not the same
not any one of us.
We all are hurt and handle pain in different ways

Remember that mine was different from yours
and that I handled my pain in my own way
that in the end
it all was not possible for me to handle in any way.

Remember that I love you
and that I am with you.
Remember my smile and how you made my life so beautiful.

Remember me not for the pain I have caused you
or the way I died
Remember me for the life I lived.

Most of all
remember if anything only just this
that I am closer, oh, so much closer
than you think I am.
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http://www.metanoia.org/suicide/

Milk

by Barton Sutter

The anxious agony of raising kids
Drains the life from parents, who must grow
From cradling to tug of war to slowly letting go
And learn to live with worry till they're dead.
When I fell in with you, I felt both joy and dread
Because you came with two small girls in tow.
I said, "I do." I'm glad I did, even though
I sometimes feel I married them instead.

It helps me to recall that gauzy, green meadow
Where we saw a tawny fawn duck under
The belly of its watchful, patient mother
And deliver two hard headbutts to the doe,
Doing what it took to get the milk to flow

(I wonder if that is a typo and if the "tawny fawn duck" is supposed to be a"deer"?)

That image reminds me of the baby goat that was trying so hard to get its mom to stand up so the baby could get some milk too. I watched them at the Petting Zoo in a park here a couple of weeks ago.

I wonder if there is supposed to be a comma after fawn....

the tawy fawn, duck under the belly....I think duck is an action word. *grin

Ah, now that would make sense!

Not To Trouble You

by Leonard Nathan

Not to trouble you with love, I mean
those adolescent dreams of great, of greater,
or of greatest loving, let alone
the crumbly personal kind—compared with, say,
the public good or harder thoughts of death
obliterating thoughts of love, or after-
thoughts of love outgrown or love undone;
and not to be ironic either, not
to forget we come into the world alone
and leave it so; and not to be claiming more
than you can give, uncertain as I am
what I require: something like love, I guess,
whatever it is we've done without so long,
so faithfully and with such tenderness

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmFi2...eature=channel

thank you roadracer.

I will not come to visit you
nor clear the grass from round your stone
I will not live here as you left me
cold and calm and all alone.

I will not kneel in well-mown grass
nor trace fingers 'cross your name
nor try to make the world of them
think things are still the same

I will not lie in linen folds
to chase dreams of different endings
nor hold your pillow as a shield
against lonely dark's beginning

I will not mourn in weeds of black
I will not call into the past
I will not weep the acid tears
that wait behind the dam of years
Those things are all there
deep inside me
but you have always your place
beside me

And I will try to see you there
and hear your laugh and feel your care
and know that we can never part
no matter what it feels like...
in my heart.

LM Hart 2009 8-9-09

This is a picture our dear moi drew of Cooper many years ago...it seems fitting that I put it here in this artistic expressions thread.



Cooper..born 2/19/2000 died 9-19-09

Alffe mom it wont load for me just tells me to sign in to mail and wont load. but when I do see it I know it will be worth the wait .