September Eleventh Remember Those Lost Yellow Ribbons worn for each life it cost Decorated Sacred Grounds Some are Missing Some were Found..Childrens Voices Sing Taps played..Church Bells Ring Symbolized Love A Yellow Rose Gathered together bonding Those Seated here all numb..only my body My Heart not one.I sense the flutters Drowned in Tears. Trauma overcome with fears Crowded deep within my soul.. Spirits Reaching feelings unfold. Heroes children Sadly told Read Off names of Loved Ones Whose lives were stolen..Compassion Tribute to those deeply missed Sealed Memory Sorrowfully Kissed God Bless all the Heroes Listed Families, Friends of the Gifted
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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ems...firefighters...police...search and rescue teams...the true heroes
not athletes or movie stars or entertainers *well, most of 'em anyway*
powerful, well written tribute to those who serve our communities *salute*
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :(
i will always remember and never forget