You And The Angel From God
You are like an Angel'to Mel because' of the loving things that you do'
Are you don't even see it how very have such a bright.
You always care about more then yourself.
And youself. You should do it everyday'.
You are my loving.'. Angel from above.
And I forever thank. God bringing Godin my Life.
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Angel. Poem
SIlently I walk alone the day you died.You were. Wiping away the tears.You will never get old.I feel you. The doctor changed his mind. He said he was going to help. But changed his mind. That something she didn't deserve.She died in a mater of two weeks. Written posted 10/19/11 In the memory of my forever friend Helene Susan Nemirow
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Healing God
Forgive me for my I am no better than everyone you consider. Your children Iam that you have adopted me into your family and come to me.you. For sending. You confort to smooth I. Don't need. To. Look. To a friend.for.Pray and smile. All we. Do. Pray. And remember choose to die.No matter how special you are. Written 9/11/08. Posted 9/18/11
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Healing God. And you love him
Forgive me for my I am no better than everyone you consider. Your children Iam that you have adopted me into your family and come to me.you. For sending. You confort to smooth I. Don't need. To. Look. To a friend.for.Pray and smile. All we. Do. Pray. And remember choose to die.No matter how special you are. Written 9/11/08. Posted 9/18/11
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We are told that laughter is Sunshine
We are told the laughter is sunshine filling a room. And where there is laughter there is also life.They say people who laugh alot will live longer.When we laugh together gratitude comes nore easily. Praise is suncere, Laughter bring joy that cannotbe bought. Such joy is with us thouugh out the days that lie ahead. written and Posted 4/19/11
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My sister was the smart one I was the slow one
My sister was the smart one. I was the slow one.My parents always talked about her all the time. She wnet to a really great high school. I did not go to a really great high school. You had to be smart to get into a special high school. My parents alwats spoke about her. My name was never mento No one asked me what I want to be when I grow up. She was a teacher at that time, She was going to mary a denist to be. My parents didn't talk about me. Because there was nothing to talk about.So to me I was a nobody.written and posted 4/18/11
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Esther and Seymour
Some 50 years ago they met Alone and scared, their eyes still wet Viictims of a life so tossed survivors of the Holocaust. As a fairy says... Once a upon a time Esther and Seymour married in Heidenhein. Germany was just a temporary arena For their first lovely child they named Helena. They finally had happiness some people would say. Asvthey boarded a ship for the U. S. of A. America gave them a new start on their life Seymour now had a child, a new home and a new life! From Boston they journeyed to a place called New York Their second addition was delivered by stork. From life they were getting a real high...quite woozie They now had 2 girls, called the second one Susie! As Seymour to sing... He'll sing you a note. But his real talent was to sew you a coat. And if you were bored with your life's and it's glory Just ask Seymour to tell you a good old war story! He'll whistle like birds and He'll sing like the flowers. But his word stories will keep you enraptured for hours. As for dear Esther she'll cook you dish. Her real specially is a Gefilte fish! , , If her feet are not hurting she'll go for some walks And some people might say that she sings when she talks. In the summer they needed to have some real thrills So they trekked to the heaven called the Catskills. The packed up their car and off they would go And they set up their camp in their own bungalow.! Their happiness increased like the miracle of Hannukah As their first grandchild their fabulous Moncia. Their smiles grew quite bigger and happiness thrived. As their second beautiful grandchild Joannna arrived! When Seymour retired they moved to hot Boca As ' Esther won fame as a card shark in poker. To stayed married for 50 is a feat really swell But once in a while you might hear them yell! Seymour is always a man on the go Sometimes he! ll tell Esther 'What the hell do you know? ' Butb seriouslybfolksbthese 2 are not meek Two wonderful people..? Both somewhat unique so lift up your glasses and show these our love We wish them a hearty, healthy, a sincere Mazel Tov! ! ! This poem written by Howard Hopenwasser
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