Footprints
A life, a story,
A sister, a friend.
I still can’t reason
why,
Your journey had to end.
I try not to get angry.
Gee, how I’ve tried.
I’ve tried to see your
anguish,
And the pain you felt inside.
But there is a certain stigma,
It’s something I wish
I’d never heard,
I wish that it just wasn’t
possible,
I wish that there was no
such word.
Because life can be a roller
coaster,
Most times it’s a bumpy
ride,
But why did you have to get
off,
And choose to suicide?
Your mommy is such a beautiful
woman,
She was the apple of your
eye.
You loved her so very much,
But she also keeps asking
“Why”?
I know that your life
Was cut way too short,
I’ve tried adding up
the logic,
And at times it comes to
naught.
You were always searching
for something,
But I’m not quite sure
what,
You did everything with a
passion,
You gave it your very best
shot.
And life is not forever
Time only goes one way
And everyone will leave this
earth
Everybody has that day
And all that is ever left
Are the memories to hand
To treasure against the tides
of time
Like footprints in the sand
Allen Jesson
Friend of jennifer
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How Do You Live Your Dash?
I read
of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on his tombstone
From the beginning...to
the end.
He noted that first came his date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered
most of all
Was the dash between those years. (l968-l996)
For that dash represents all the time
That he spent
alive on earth...
And now only those who loved him
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how
much we own;
The cars...the house...the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So
think about this long and hard...
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That
can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The
way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like
we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile...
Remembering that this
special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
With your life's actions to rehash...
Would
you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
Author Unknown
