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Poet's Rhapsody                                                                                                                                                       

I’d play a little Chopin, if I could stroke the keys,
a mazurka or a prelude, an etude I’d play with ease,
and treasure timbral beauty within a polonaise,
I’d play his waltz for pianoforte in small sidewalk cafes.

I’d play a little jazz, if I could blow a horn,
a tune from Miles Davis, for those lost and forlorn,
my horn would weep with sorrow’s notes, like no one’s ever heard,         

I’d wail a soulful ‘Summertime,’ and cry out every word.

If I could play a saxophone, I’d play a little blues,
I’d play like Charlie Parker, of life's nuances and hues,
I’d drive that alto sax until it lifted up to fly,  
and play his ‘Cosmic Eyes’ to you, a lover’s lullaby.

So many gifted people play their songs that make us swoon,
but sad to say, I cannot play a solitary tune.
So I write words instead to paint my feelings when they play
their melody, a rhapsody that takes my breath away.

                       ~ symitar ~

              All rights reserved, © symitar. 

 

 

                            

 

                  Shelby Anne- 2001          




   


Taylor Gail - 2005

                                               


 

 

  goldbar

 




 God and You

They may see the good you do as self serving. 
Continue to do good.


They may see your generosity as grandstanding.
Continue to be generous.


They may see your warm and caring nature as a weakness. 
Continue to be warm and caring.


For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. 
It never was between you and them anyway.


                                    ~ anon

 

 

 

goldbar

  


 

 

 

 

  
  

Christopher Lee "Chris" Engel 
   October 19, 1980  -  February 21, 2005

When I come to the end of the road
     And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room,
     Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little  -  but not too long,
  And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared;
     Miss me  -  but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take,
     And each must go alone.
    Its all a part of the Master's plan,
     A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart,
     Go to the friends we know;
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
     Miss me  -  but let me go.

                  ~ unknown




 


~Hospice Philosophy~

Teach me to die
Hold on to my hand
I have so many questions
Things I don't understand
Teach me to die
Give all you can give
If you teach me of dying
I'll teach you to live

~ Dianna Edwards

 




  

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She's truly a wonder and I appreciate her friendship and everything she does.



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