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[sid] => 4777
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Her casket
[time] => 2002-10-08 15:50:00
[hometext] => This poem was for my mother,Ursula Noesner,
My best friend.
[bodytext] => I walked in the room when all heads bent low,not knwing if I should stay or go,
I saw tears from across the way,
With my blured vision everyone looked gray,
As I walked closer,I could hear wispers in my ears,Did they know who I was did they see my tears?
When I got to her casket, I could hardly stand,
As I bent low to kiss my mothers hand,
She could'nt speak but I knew she was there,
I could feel her warmth in the air,
She would say "don't worry about me
I'm with God now, My pain is set free",
I touched her hand, and gave her a kiss on the cheek,As down came my tears and my knees became weak,I thaught, She's in Heaven now
how happy she must be,
I will miss you mom, Please always stay with me,
As I turned to walk away from her body so cold,
I realized I would'nt have her any more to hold,
I stood there wondering how will I get out of here?
But I knew at that moment She helped me out of there,
When I left her casket with her body inside,
It was reality to me that my mother just died.
I know shes no longer in pain, and she'll always stay with me, It's just too hard to bare that I wont have her to see!
Your Daughter Christina Lowman
[comments] => 10
[counter] => 239
[topic] => 39
[informant] => LOWMAN613
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 51
[ratings] => 11
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => Grief
)
Her casket
Contributed by
LOWMAN613
on
Tuesday, 8th October 2002 @ 03:50:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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I walked in the room when all heads bent low,not knwing if I should stay or go,
I saw tears from across the way,
With my blured vision everyone looked gray,
As I walked closer,I could hear wispers in my ears,Did they know who I was did they see my tears?
When I got to her casket, I could hardly stand,
As I bent low to kiss my mothers hand,
She could'nt speak but I knew she was there,
I could feel her warmth in the air,
She would say "don't worry about me
I'm with God now, My pain is set free",
I touched her hand, and gave her a kiss on the cheek,As down came my tears and my knees became weak,I thaught, She's in Heaven now
how happy she must be,
I will miss you mom, Please always stay with me,
As I turned to walk away from her body so cold,
I realized I would'nt have her any more to hold,
I stood there wondering how will I get out of here?
But I knew at that moment She helped me out of there,
When I left her casket with her body inside,
It was reality to me that my mother just died.
I know shes no longer in pain, and she'll always stay with me, It's just too hard to bare that I wont have her to see!
Your Daughter Christina Lowman
Copyright ©
LOWMAN613
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2002-10-08 15:50:00]
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Re: Her casket
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by LOWMAN613 on
Wednesday, 9th October 2002 @ 09:49:20 AM AEST
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| For some reason the title of this poem didnt show up It is called "THE CASKET" I'm not sure if you can get that changed & put that on the top! THANX CHRISTINA LOWMAN |
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 10th October 2002 @ 02:29:51 AM AEST
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This makes me cry, Mom would have loved it.
Your Dad |
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 11th October 2002 @ 10:36:51 AM AEST
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| needs work on the spelling other wise that is really good lol |
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 11th October 2002 @ 10:38:29 AM AEST
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| needs work on the spelling other wise that is really good |
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Re: Her casket
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by LOWMAN613 on
Friday, 11th October 2002 @ 12:41:33 PM AEST
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| I'm sorry about that I was crying when I wrote it! Thanx! |
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Re: Her casket
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 12th October 2002 @ 03:32:59 AM AEST
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| Even though you have a missed spelled word Its still a GREAT poem here so don't feel too bad! It happens! Just double check your work! |
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Re: Her casket
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 17th October 2002 @ 12:42:31 PM AEST
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| I THINK THE POEM WAS BEAUTIFUL.... YOU WHERE NOT ALONE....YOU HAD ME WITH YOU .... LOVE YA SIS.... MONIKA |
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Re: Her casket
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by alostcause on
Wednesday, 6th November 2002 @ 11:49:03 AM AEST
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| touching, very touching |
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Re: Her casket
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by OreO on
Saturday, 21st December 2002 @ 01:53:00 PM AEST
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Wow christina talk about crying, t his one made me cry real hard......and shame on whomever said a word about the spelling in this poem, it's beautiful just the way it is it came from her heart....so poo on you who cares only about the spelling....Your love flows so beautifully for your mother christina...may peace reign in your household and in your heart girl....
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:. |
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Re: Her casket
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by Mad-Mancunian on
Thursday, 30th January 2003 @ 01:29:50 AM AEST
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Death is never a nice thing, particularly for those who lose part of their family. Friends, colleagues, wives, husbands....they're all like clothes-if you lose one, you can always get another...but parents, children, siblings and cousins are like arms and legs....once you lose one, you've lost your life...but it can be rebuilt through strength and wisdom.
I can see that from the profound power of your verse, your mother must've been a very close and treasured individual to you. It's a tragedy that such privilleges are wholly lost on me *sniff*
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