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Angels in heaven, they now join and sing
of days here on earth and the fear it did bring
wanting to reach out to mom and to dad
remember the good times, and please don’t be sad
Our pictures you hung so proud on your wall
remind you of times when we were so small
one day we will meet again when you have grown old
this is the story to us that was told
while we wait here in heaven on rainbows we’ll slide
down to where you can see that those who have died
sing with the angels loud enough so you’ll hear
the voice of your little one your heart holds so dear
Those who go to heaven are there waiting for us
we should not be sad and should not make a fuss
remember their laughter, their love and their smile
time here on earth may be for a short while
Angels in heaven, they now join and sing
remembering all of the joys you did bring
wanting to tell you that life must go on
remember the good times, the bad times are gone.
written in memory of the children of Newtown
On a hill in the country I took my love to see
Memories and mountains as they are meant to be
Filled with friends and laughter, and some hillbilly
in this bluegrass country that I took my love to see
Rolling on the banjo, strumming the guitar
folk came to play, some near, some very far
fiddlers and mandolins added to the play
bluegrass music playing all the day
on a hill in the country the way it ought to be
laughter and music for all the world to see
folk come together to play melodiously
in this bluegrass country I took my love to see
striking on their dulcimers, rhythms on the bass
music could be heard from folk of different ages
crafts and oldtime folklore by those young and old
bluegrass music gives way to stories told
on a hill in the country where I long to be
fellowship and laughter wish that all could see
folk playing from their heart, songs to you and me
in this bluegrass festival I took my love to see
What happened to the days
Children went outside to play
Folk on the weekend would visit?
Grampy on his guitar would play a song
We would all join in and sing along
My, these days, how I miss it.
Memories, days of old
Now have become stories told
Sad to see what's in their place
Computers, text on the phone
Everyone seems to be all alone
No one knows how to talk face to face.
What happened to the days
Family sat together to eat and pray
Then did the dishes together?
Mom would then set up a game
Each day would be the same
My, these days seem lost forever.
Memories, days of old
Now, more stories told
One day our children will see
How important to hold
These memories of old
Bring them back to the family.
Did you hear that whisper in the wind?
I hear it every now and again
The voice of my mom from when I was a child
I hear it and it just makes my heart smile
A mothers love lives on long after they've gone
Hear it in the wind, like a beautiful song
Their voice becomes a silent whisper in the night
Reminding you their love is never out of sight
A mom wears many hats while here on earth
She bought them all the day she gave birth
Mother, caretaker, nurse, counselor and friend
Advice of a mom truly has no end.
Did you hear that whisper again in the wind?
Reminding you of a love with no end
The love of a mother will live on in her child
Hear it and it will sure enough make your heart smile.
Far away a place to go
A place for which my heart to hold
Heart held fast to excitement dear
Excitement of that place not near
Over hill and over dale
over red dirt dusty trail
summers' blaze of scorching heat
winters' do not know of ice and sleet
summer heat and winter sun
A place to rest when work is done.
Sit on the shore
breeze in my hair
sun at my back
cool summer air
soft sand to walk in
stroll hand in hand
moonlit summer nights
best time you can have
summers in Maine
lobster fest and a fair
fish off the shore
no worries or cares
sit by the water
take a walk in the park
be it in morning
or after dark.
I hear the waves crashing
against the rocks as they do
someday i'd like to share
these special moments with you.
Another morning
The sun awakes
Another night
Gone as time fades...
Another birthday
The young await
Another year
Gone as time fades...
Another milestone
Graduation grades
Another venture
Gone as time fades....
Another journey
Dreams are made
Then seem distant
Gone as time fades...
Another death
A life we celebrate
Memories we kept
Gone as time fades...
Do we just stay in the moment, does time truly change all
Does time fade into the vastness, does it truly matter at all?
Time is but a measure, to some it is gold
Time is but a moment, as we continue to get old...
Another morning, birthday, milestone, journey and death...
Are they truly gone as time fades, gone with our last breath?
Time is but a measure, to some I truly hope it holds
Time spent in those moments, they will treasure like gold.
The time of our birth marks a moment, but sure passes fast,
Parents record moments of present, memories of the past.
When did we walk,
cut our first tooth
Which word did we speak first
If they tell us the truth.
Mom will say mama
or something of the sort
Dad will say papa
or the name of his work.
The time of our childhood marks moments galore
Of school days, sports days and so much more.
First day of Kindergarten,
That first scraped knee
First birthday and Christmas
with all it's mystery.
Memories of car trips,
boats, trains or a plane
Easter Bunny, tooth fairy
and the Santa Claus fame.
The time of our teen years come upon us quick
Of dances, first crushes and that first kiss.
Prom Queen and King
Oh what will you wear
If that's not enough
You have to go do your hair
Then in a moment
In Cap and Gown you will be
In the morning you'll wake up
And High School's a memory.
The time of our life, years go by too fast
Treasure those moments, that are now in the past.
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