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Remembering
by Linda M Hill

Friday, January 09, 2004

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Left with these memories of day's spent
Spending time with family
Wading through the fog of raising kids
Remembering what used to be

Sitting in this nursing home
Day after lonely day
I turn back the pages of time
Bring back my yesterday's

Young and so much in love
I married in the Spring
Never knowing what the years held
Or the happiness they might bring

Each day was fulled with love
And the magic sweet love brings
God gave us to each other
As we heard the angels sing

A year later our daughter was born
She was our pride and joy
The second year made us complete
I had a baby boy

It wasn't easy raising kids
It was our biggest test
We struggled and we sacrificed
Giving them the best

Sitting on the front porch
We watch our babies play
Sandboxes and playgrounds
Filled up our day's

Cheerleading practice and baseball
Driving them to and fro
They gave us so much happiness
More than they'll ever know

Time moved on and they grew up
We grew older too
They married with families of their own
Like children always do

You gave me a dozen roses
As the last one married that May
Our love was even deeper then
As you wiped my tear's away

The next year you got sick
Cancer stole you from me
I never got over the heartbreak
I never forgot one memory

I got more feeble as time marched on
The house so big and lonely
I agreed to the nursing home
Knowing this was meant to be

The kids are busy with their lives
They visit when they can
But sometimes I'm in my own little world
And no one understands

Eighty years of living
I now sit in this little room
With memories and pictures around me
Trying to full the gloom

I think of you holding my hand
Putting a rose in my hair
Sometimes I feel a brush on my cheek
And I know you are there.

I know from Heavens open door
You are watching me
It won't be much longer
Until my face you'll see

Linda Hill 2004


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Reviewed by Ed Matlack 5/23/2013
Yes, memories some days come in floods and others they are forgotten...but just remember that you are loved & don't go lookin to leave us all too soon, we need you here...Ed
Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper 1/14/2004
getting old isn't much fun after you get too old. You get smarter but your body gets broken down. Very good one Linda. peace and love. Grady
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 1/11/2004
This reads like watching a river flow with wonders to behold each passing moment. Thank you, Linda. Love and peace, Regis.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson 1/11/2004
Touching as is lovely.....
Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya 1/10/2004
Linda...you have done it again my friend...gem of a write...soul touching write....BHUWAN
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 1/10/2004
Very moving and heartfelt write, Linda; life so detailed in one neat, tight, compact poem! Very well done, Linda! BRAVA! (((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by Ricky Pelfrey 1/10/2004
The true feeling of the nursing home resident as they set in the homes. Beautiful, thoughtful, and with feeling as you really know
Reviewed by Simon Thurlow (Reader) 1/10/2004
Lovely Linda
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 1/9/2004
Tender and beautiful Linda!!

Yes I would like to see your face "angel'!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader) 1/9/2004
This is a BRILLIANTLY constructed poem with details of a life, as if tormented as if in pain..at times you feel poet is optimistic and at times looks a pessimist..

Debashish
Reviewed by jude forese 1/9/2004
excellent celebration of the flow of life ...
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 1/9/2004
Sad, powerful, and oh, so true - for all of us, eventually. Well done, Linda.
Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader) 1/9/2004
a beautiful life portrayed Linda, certainly with up nd downs mentioned, but all of solid gold, al
Reviewed by Janet Caldwell 1/9/2004
Very good poem with the details of ones life before us. I also love the picture of the lady. TY

Love, JC xoxoxo
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) 1/9/2004
Good on you george, my dad is in june..DV. great write in persona, Great prespective, LOL . Larry..
Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson 1/9/2004
Very well done Linda, a truly graceful tribute to the joy of living and the blessing of life. Though there be trials along the way...our memories of happiness best survive. Wonderful poem.
Allen
Reviewed by George Carroll 1/9/2004
A wonderful poem that I hope I never experience as I'll be 80 next month
Reviewed by Larry Rochelle 1/9/2004
Now you nailed it. This is why I'll never be taken from my home. They'll have to use crowbars on my hands as I cling to the door frame. Thanks, Linda.
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