Dick W. (d. December 2006)

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

I live a day at a time.
Each day I look for a kernel of excitement.
In the morning I say: "What is my exciting thing for today?"
Then, I do the day.
Don't ask me about tomorrow.
~ Barbara Jordan

Ms. Lillian (d. February 2005)

Quiet please, there's a lady on stage
She may not be the latest rage
But she's singing and she means it
And she deserves a little silence

Quiet please, there's a woman up there
And she's been honest through her songs
Long before your consciousness was raised
Doesn't that deserve a little praise

So put your hands together and help her along
All that's left of the singer's
All that's left of the song
Stand for the ovation
And give her one last celebration

Quiet please, there's a person up there
And she's been singing of the things
That none of us could bear to hear for ourselves
Give her your respect if nothing else

Quiet please, there's a lady on stage
Conductor, turn the final page
And when it's over we can all go home
But she lives on -- on the stage alone.

~ Peter Allen

Mary QC (1944 - 2004)

Don't think of her as gone away-
her journey's just begun,
life holds so many facets-
this earth is only one.

Just think of her as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.

Think how she must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.

And think of her as living
in the hearts of those she touched...
for nothing loved is ever lost-
and she was loved so much.

~ E. Brenneman

Mary, Mary Quite Contrary,
how does your garden grow?

Wildflowers

Dandelions' splashes
of yellow dots
Brighten abandoned
yards and lots.
Small, but sturdy,
wild and free,
Growing wherever
they care to be.

~ MaryQC

*snork*
Hogs and Quiches.
"A ship in port is safe, but that's not what ships are built for."

Bon (1963 - 2003)

Some momentary touches of my fire
Have warmed the barren ages with a beam.
There is no peak beyond my swift desire,
No beauty deeper than my dream.

~ Edward Markham