Sweet Trix,
Thank you for this beautiful poem. Your poetry always moves me. Janet xoxoxo
Reviewed by Karen Dunn
Reviewed on February 14, 2002
Trixie,
Chills are running down my arms from your beautiful write. My father rotted to death with hospice for 17 days. Death was his only relief and only means of peace. Thanks for this awesome view - another Trixie Treat.
Love
Karen Dunn
Reviewed by Sharon Williamson (Reader)
Reviewed on February 14, 2002
Trixie,
This is so beautiful.
I lost my Mother a little over a year ago.
I know she watches over me now...in peace without pain.
Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you for your comments on my work.
Trixie,
This is so beautiful! I watched people fade, as if to disapear before my eyes, people I have love, my mother, father in law, they suffered so.. so much the only way to recognise who it was, in the shell of body they were inside, was to look into there eyes..in that, I saw who they had always been ,but also thier pain.
Your words are such a comfort, that through all the pain, they are in pain no more..and I can see visions now, of them without pain.
Thank you.. so "very" much
Jen D.Enise
Reviewed by chris
Reviewed on February 13, 2002
That's beautiful. Thanks for sharing it with me. I finished the story, or article, or whatever about the rest of the events. I don't think it will ever be posted though, but it was good (I think) therapy.
Trixie, you paint a comforting picture...
big hugs,
Gina
Reviewed by Lee Ennis (Reader)
Reviewed on February 13, 2002
Lovely!
Reviewed by Lee Ennis (Reader)
Reviewed on February 13, 2002
Trix,
you have realy come far in the depth of your spiritual awakening... This is so deep and spiritual.. I love ya alot sis.. Hope all is well as usual..
After a long awaited weekend visitation caused by false allegations of sexual abuse, Glen got to see his children for the first time in over two months. He promised them that they would never be apart again and then they disappeared.
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
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Caryn
by your gracious soul!
your words have a way of
touching the heart!
Bill
Thank you for this beautiful poem. Your poetry always moves me. Janet xoxoxo
Chills are running down my arms from your beautiful write. My father rotted to death with hospice for 17 days. Death was his only relief and only means of peace. Thanks for this awesome view - another Trixie Treat.
Love
Karen Dunn
This is so beautiful.
I lost my Mother a little over a year ago.
I know she watches over me now...in peace without pain.
Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you for your comments on my work.
This is so beautiful! I watched people fade, as if to disapear before my eyes, people I have love, my mother, father in law, they suffered so.. so much the only way to recognise who it was, in the shell of body they were inside, was to look into there eyes..in that, I saw who they had always been ,but also thier pain.
Your words are such a comfort, that through all the pain, they are in pain no more..and I can see visions now, of them without pain.
Thank you.. so "very" much
Jen D.Enise
Thanks again,
Michael
big hugs,
Gina
you have realy come far in the depth of your spiritual awakening... This is so deep and spiritual.. I love ya alot sis.. Hope all is well as usual..
Jo