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I reach for it

my mind,saying no

for it is the devils

offerings,

all wrapped

up in gold.

My conscience

won't allow me

to grasp it

in my hand.

And so, I let it go

this time.

Yet,just

as it is offered now!

It is always

sitting on the table

perceiving a moment of

weakness!

It had come,a cold

winter's , day

Angel's , flew  down and

swept,you away.

They'd ,grabbed your soul

plain as day,and left your

shell,to fade away!

It crushed my heart ,and

made me cry.

I wish, I'd had a chance

to say,good-bye.

Just until, by any chance

we meet again,

I'll say,farewell

to my best,friend!

Love,from your son. Always!

DAD ,YOU WERE MY LIFE !  

4-22-42

9-28-08

Written By, My Brother Daniel.

 GRADUATION NIGHT


TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT,
YOU'VE WAITED THIRTEEN,
CHAPTER'S FOR.
YET,NOT!
THE ,END OF THE STORY
AS,THERE'S ALWAYS
SOMETHING MORE.
ANOTHER,PAGE
ANOTHER,DAY
ANOTHER, TIME AND PLACE.
AND,AS YOU WIPE AWAY
A TEARDROP,FALLING DOWN
YOUR FACE,
YOUR NAME, IS CALLED
YOU STAND,TALL
DONNED,IN CAP AND GOWN
GLORY,AT YOUR SIDE.
PREPARED ,TO TAKE YOUR TURN
ACROSS,THAT STAGE TONIGHT!
MUSIC,PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND.
THE AUDIENCE,
GROWS, STILL.
AND ,JUST ABOVE THE PODIUM
ARE PHOTOGRAPH'S,REVEALED.
YOU, AS ,A BABY FIRST,
THEN, ONE,TWO,AND THREE.
UP ,TILL TONIGHT.
A SENIOR ,IN YOUR TEENS!
AS, YOUR MAKING YOUR JOURNEY
YOUR ,HEART BEATS A LITTLE
FAST. AS YOU PAUSE,A MOMENT
REMEMBERING,THE PAST.
THEN,MOVE ON.
AS ,YOU REACH THE PODIEUM
EXTENDING,YOUR HAND
IT FEEL'S LIKE EVERYTHING,
YOU'VE,DREAMED OF
SO,MANY THINGS ,YOU'VE PLANNED.
YOU WALK OFF THE STAGE,
AND WAIT.
UNTIL,THE LAST NAME IS CALLED.
THROW YOUR HAT,UP IN THE AIR!
CLOSE,THE DOOR. AND MOVE

ON.  BY JAN WEBB 5-19 2008

In some small,corner of the world

a light flickers, beginning

to fade.

Who's watt's,have been a guide

through,dark times in former,

day's.

I sure will miss,it's

lovely,glow

as this type of bulb, is irreplaceable,

I know.

For, it's beams,were never too high,

nor low.

Yet,how will I see,when it no longer

shines?

What, will I do? When, it leaves's

the,darkness ,

behind ?

                           Written,By Jan Webb

I, put you on a pedestal

up so very high.

That, you could have waved

your hand,

and almost touched

 the sky! 

You ,were the mother of my

dreams. From, the day that we

first met.Treating me with kindness,

understanding,and such

respect!

You've been up there for year's,now.

I see no need, to take you down !

Because, after all, there's no other

Mother,like you ,to be found!

Happy, Mother's Day!

written by,Jan M.Webb

For,Carol Diane Woods

on May 11th 2008

She's had her wings

for three,long years.

Yet,it seems like yesterday!

That,God called her name

aloud.Then, carried her away!

I sometimes wish,I could

be with her.Especially,

on day's like this.

When,the whole wide world

is celebrating,with flower's,

card's,and gift's!

I see them everywhere,

and my heartbreak's, all the more!

Because,I can't say face to face,

what's on my mind,and in my heart!

I could sit by her stone!

And ,reveal myself.But I've

learned,from past experience.

That, it doesn't help!

I suppose,I need the nearness

that, I've always felt.

As, I looked into her eye's.

For,they revealed

an unconditional,love.

So, unlike another!

That's often shared

exculusively,between a

child and mother!

Give, me just an ounce

of hope.Help me let go

of this tightening,

rope.Day after day,

it gets harder

to do.To find myself,

and let go of you.

I once was dependent,

upon myself.

But, then I met you, 

and you offered

me help.

With your help,I felt a

little,less scared.

A little more capable

of doing things,that

normally,I hadn't dared.

But, as time went by,I

began to realize,that

the more I did ,with you

at my side.The more of myself

I would begin to hide.

So, here I am ,now !

With this tightening,

rope.Trying to get away,

with something,called, Hope!

I am a single flower

swaying in the breeze.

The grass,my only companion

lest,I count the far off trees.

I arise,to face the sun each day

with dew-drop's,on my leaves.

As,I peer about the plains

to see, if yet another flower

breathes.Upon spying,no sprouts

no bud's,no seeds,that old familiar

feeling,again embraces me!

As, I sit here watching, Landon.

I am overcome,with joy!

For,he is such, a beautiful 

and wonderous,tiny

baby, boy.He does not

want,more than he needs.

Some food, his diaper clean,

and, a whole lot of love.

He's sleeping now! Or

somewhere in between,

I suppose!

His eye's kind of open,

then close.

He cracks a little smile,

and, I smile,in wonder too!

Of, just who visits

in his sleep.

Is it angel's ,as I've

been told?

Or, is it just

a dream?

He's sleeping,

soundly now.

His eye's, are still

and he's, not smiling,

just, breathing in and

out.

Almost,want to wake

him! But,why refuse,

myself the pleasure.

Because,I could sit

for hours,staring

at,this sleeping,treasure!