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Angela Jane
Dedicated to my beautiful daughter,
Angela Jane
July 13, 1969 - September 12, 2007
 
~In loving memory - never to be forgotten for one second of life on this earth~
 
 
~I Celebrate~
 

I celebrated the day,

God brought you into this world,

giving me new meaning,

with the gift of your own precious life,

my most special, my fragile, first born daughter,

a fragile gift from God above.

I celebrated your first step,

so insecure, but exciting,

with the sparkle in your eyes,

gleaming all the possibilities

of your newly discovered

freedom and exploration.

With contentment in my heart,

while watching in awe,

seeing the smile on your delicate face,

beaming so proudly,

of your very first accomplishment.

All the while, you were so confident

mommy was there, ready

to share your proud moment,

and catch you if you fell.

I celebrated your first words,

innocently spoken, so sweetly,

your arms stretching out to me--

while holding my breath

waiting in anticipation,

to hear ‘mommy'

for the very first time,

eternally echoes,

in loving memories.

I celebrated your first day of school,

when I had to let go of your tiny hand,

for the very first time.

While watching from afar,

not knowing if you needed me,

or if you could fly on your own,

you soared so independently, and proud.

I celebrated your joys and sorrows,

the ups and downs, the highs and lows,

of your yesterdays and tomorrows.

Sharing in your broken-hearted times,

and the bliss of your good times,

all the while, you were becoming

grown-up; your own woman.

I celebrated your motherhood,

coming about full-circle,

of your giving the most precious of all,

the wondrous part of you--

another gift from God above;

your children; my beloved grandchildren;

the essence of you.

I celebrated your heritage,

the miracle of your grandchildren,

given you, by God's grace and blessing,

to your own tribute,

that we lovingly shared in awe,

and will continue, by all that will follow.

I celebrated the woman,

the mother, the grandmother;

the precious daughter,

a gift from God, His ever-lasting blessing.

With all the hopes and dreams

a mother prays will come true,

for my most special, fragile, first born daughter,

to give the legacy of life and eternal tranquility,

now, so vulnerable and frail.

I celebrate the too-short time,

that God gave me with you,

and celebrate, rejoicing in your memories,

long after you have gone to a new life.

I celebrate your laughter,

the smile on your face,

the light you brought to life,

with all your vibrant colors,

the love you shared,

fulfilling everyone you touched,

and knowing your pain

that you unselfishly hid,

has been lifted off your heart

and freed you to fly once again.

I celebrate everyday,

the treasured memories,

that you lived amidst,

and tell you again,

how much I love you,

how proud I am

of the gift you gave me....

You.



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David Paul Balliett 
 
 
Dedicated to my step-son,
David Paul Balliett
5/1986-3/2002

Published in the Writer Post Journal magazine, August 2006 issue.

 

~A Brief Young Life~

 

You were not born of me,
but were of my heart.
God brought you
into my empty, lonely life,
to comfort you through,
your sadness and grief,
and gently lead you
from your tormented strife.


I nurtured you, with all my might,
helping you through, forlorn nights
when you weren't quite sure
where you belonged,
and confused how to share
your precious love, so pure,
which you desperately needed,
returned unyielding, and secure.

Throughout the years you grew,
while I watched from afar,
unknowing you would soon
become, a saddened, fallen star.
You never asked much of me,
only a brief, loving touch,
filled with a small sum of glee,
only a little, not too much.

I was naive to your torment,
of your bleak, solemn sorrows,
your hidden suffering,
and quiet, tearful lament.
You were unsure of your tomorrows,
that should have been,
but, you somehow knew
it clearly, wasn't meant to be.

You always felt misplaced,
not knowing who you were.
Feeling lost amidst a duo,
who blindly refused to see
their small, child crying out,
his lonely, muted plea,
that fell upon deafened ears,
lost in a gentle, but fleeting breeze.

One day, no longer to bear,
unfair burdens, so unable to share,
like fallen leaves of autumn,
bringing seasons of change,
your colors darkened, only to wane.
Now withered and crumpled,
upon the earth they lay
forever now, never to be changed.

The life you didn't choose,
much like the fallen leaves,
brought more pain, with nothing to lose.
None knew, what soon would transpire,
by your own choice, you did inspire,
to end the harrow, taking your own life,
along with your sorrow,
now silent, but still bright.

And then, you left me,
many precious memories,
of your young, but brief life,
so innocent and sweet,
wondering what could have been,
to save you from your self-defeat.

Now, I live alone without you,
with my guilt and saddened grief.



Dedicated to the ones I love.