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In Loving Memory of My Brother Bobby

For My Jennifer

If I could blow that dandelion
And make my wish come true
I'd wish the very nicest things
In all the world for you
I'd ask the fairies please to leave
The stardust in your eyes
And not disturb the shinning dreams
You hope to realize
I'd ask the shadows not to cross
Your pathway to the sun
And then I'd ask
That you'd always be blessed
Little One.
MOM

My First Blog Award

I was thrilled to receive this award from my friend Donna Cook
Donna is one busy lady, she donates her time to several causes and she always has time for her friends. Check out her blog and see what she's up to now.
http://bonniebluedenim.blogspot.com/2008/07/brillante-weblog-award.html#links

Here's all you have to do.....if you "win" this award!

Here are the rules for accepting this award:

1) Put the logo on your blog.

2) Add a link to the person who awarded you.

3) Nominate at least 7 other blogs

4) Add links to those blogs on yours

.5) Leave a message for your nominees on their blog.


I'm nominating

http://www.bonniebluedenim.blogspot.com/
http://heartcollective.blogspot.com/
http://www.krishubick.blogspot.com/
http://rowandevoe.blogspot.com/
http://mandalasoulportraits.blogspot.com/

I Walk In The Shadows

I walk in the shadows of what was and live in the fog of what is. A place where time doesn't exist, a place where the years are tallied by "when Jenny was alive and after Jenny died.
The emptiness I feel is real, I know if the doctors looked closely they would see the large gaping hole in my heart. The place where my daughter used to fill.
I grow less tired of my mask; it is now a part of who I am who I've become. Beneath it lies a face marked with grief and turned old too soon. This is who I am when I'm alone with myself.

When I'm with all of you the light shines in and a safe place opens for me to enter. Here I find friends, people I admire and I'm shy to say admire me.
Strong, not me, you haven't seen me in my grief, alone in the darkness of my sorrow. Or beating the walls for the life I had to come back again.
I am all of this, My name is Bernice and I know the path you walk.