Beautiful Poem

Do not stand at my grave and weep is a poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave bereft

I am not there. I have not left.

This beautiful poem made me feel content for the ones i have lost recently and i felt like sharing.

A SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS

A SOLDIER'S CHRISTMAS

'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney with presents to give,
and to see just who in this little house lived.

As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.

No Stockings by mantle, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.

With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sobering thought came through my mind.

For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,
The home of a soldier, I could now see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
Not how I picture a United States Soldier.

Was this the hero of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?

I realized the families that I saw this night,
owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world, the children would play,
and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.

They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.

I couldn't help wondering how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.

The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to one knee and started to cry.

The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don't cry, for this life is my choice".

I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more,
My life is my God, my country, my corps."

The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours, so silent and still,
as we both shivered from the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave, on that cold, dark night,
this guardian of honor, so willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
whispered, "Carry on Santa...., It's Christmas Day...., All is secure.

One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend.... and to all a Good Night.

~ Author Unknown *~

Retrospect.

Man just seems like this year has flown by, with everything. I cant believe its already less then two weeks until Christmas. A lot of things have happened in the past year. A lot of happy moments, and some not happy at all. We got married in March, it was beautiful, the backyard was turned into a magical place. My baby sister Graduated, then grandma got sick and we lost her :( I struggled through school with the grief. Still having a hard time with it. We went to see Toby Keith in concert, with Trace Adkins & James Otto. In that same week we also saw Ted Nugent both were really cool, i was dead tired after all that. Then the unthinkable happened we lost grandma Irene to an aneurysm. Three short months after loosing Grandma Bieker we lost Grandma Irene. The family is visibly shaken up, i thank the heavens that Robert was here for me during all of this, i certainly needed him. We moved into our own apartment at the beginning of sept, and adopted two cute little black kittens. Spooky & Spunky, only a couple months apart but balls of fun for sure. Now with the year coming to a close, i am curious to find out what 2011 has in store for us.