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 Valentine to Heaven This Valentine
is not of the ordinary kind, Its not
being sent to my parents so dear, The message
is the same as your valentine, "I know
you are with me each and every day, "I know
God did not give you the awful disease, "I know
you are in the best of care, "So that
no other family has to go through this pain, Our lives without you will never be the same;When I get lonely I will look to
the sky at night...And see you shining down your big bright light." "Happy Valentines
day sunshine...I miss you so much, I know you know how many lives you have touched;You'll always be mine...I love you with
all my heart,I know we be together again...and then we'll never part." Copyright
� January 2001 Written
by :
A Dozen Roses If I had a dozen roses I know just what I’d do I’d give each one a name that reminded me of you The first rose I’d name sunshine cause you brighten
everyday The second would be beauty the kind that never goes away The third one would be priceless like those hugs you gave
to me I’d name the fourth rose silly oh how funny you could be Rose five of course is patience something you have helped
me find The sixth rose I’d call memories the precious gift you left behind The seventh and the eight rose would for sure be faith and
grace ,Nine would be unique because no one can take your place The tenth rose well that’s easy I’d simply name
it love Eleven I’d call angel I know you’re watching
from above I’d think about that twelfth rose and I'd really take
my time,After all these roses are for you my Valentine I’m sending them to heaven in every color that I know'So number twelve
I’ll name forever that’s how long I’ll love you so by Alan Pedersen
A Valentine Sent To Heaven Angels come swiftly, hurry to our side Carry our hearts back with you, to our children in heaven now reside. Carry them gently, handle them with care And take them to their sides, and gently lay them there. Whisper to them of our love, and our longing hearts All our lonely aching while we are apart. Hold them gently to you, and let them see our love Let them see this, our valentine to them above. Reassure them of our love, that it is still the same And gently hold us when we cry, when we hear them whisper our names. Let this exchange of love be our valentine And whisper to them that our love will stand the test of time. Show them the memories are safely held inside And with us they will always abide. Let them see this day, a day filled with our love As we shed our tears, and whisper their names, to our Valentines above. by Sheila Simmons
about HEART Each of us has two hearts. The one that beats in our chest and sustains life. We know about that
one. And the one that is described by philosophers as the residence of our spirit and our consciousness. Most of us probably
didn't get to know that one until our loss. Remember the fists that sat in the middle of your chest for the first several
months? And you went to the doctor, he did an EKG, and said, "Your heart is just fine, no problems." The heart that was laid
open by this event can't be seen on an x-ray or measured by any EKG. And once opened. it can't be sewn up. We're stuck with it.
AND BETTER OFF WITH IT! The compassion lesson is learned when you can control your tears for your own child, but can't control
your tears for another's child. And through this terrible experience, we have all learned that compassion and love, both seated
in heart #2, are the only important things in life. The price has been terrible, but we have learned what REALLY matters,
and just as importantly, what DOESNT! By Bill Glover,
THE ROSE by Bette Midler Some say love it is a river That drowns the tender reed Some say love it is a razer That leaves your soul to bleed Some say love it is a hunger An endless aching need I say love it is a flower And you it's only seed It's the heart afraid of breaking That never learns to dance It's the dream afraid of waking That never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken Who can not seem to give And the soul afraid of dying That never learns to live When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long And you think that love is only For the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed That with the sun's love in the spring Becomes the rose |
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