AFFECTWHAT

AND AGAIN, THANK EACH OF YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS, I COULD APPRECIATE NOTHING MORE, THANK YOU

THANKS MAN, I NEEDED TO HEAR THAT

I USE TO HOPE FOR SUCH A THING, NOW ALL I DO IS SEARCH EVERY FACE TO SEE IF THERE COULD BE A PART OF HIM IN THEM. I KNOW IT'S A SILLY THING TO DO, BUT I DO IT ANYWAY

WHEN THE ONE YOU LOVE QUICKENS, BOTH, YOUR BREATH AS WELL AS YOUR HEART BEAT , EACH TIME YOU SEE THEM, THAT MY FRIEND, IS TRUE LOVE

UH-OH..........SOUNDS TO ME LIKE SOMEONE MAY HAVE STALKER ISSUES

Now that I've read yours, will you read mine, and tell me what you think, from a writers standpoint, I value the input of others

You are very welcome

I came up with this tribute to my son only this evening while driving down the hwy. And I already have another one in mind, but have to formulate to words so that they do him justice

Baby, I'm truly sorry, I had no idea. My post was inspried by a gentlman who's name escapes me, but it hit so close to home that I haven't been able to think of anything else lately

BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN

Thank all of you for your kind words. Even though it has been a few years, the anguish never truly goes away. And the feeling of helplessness merely gets deeper.

My son never saw the light of day,
His little nose never wrinkled at the scent of fresh cut hay.
I never got to see, the twinkle in his eye,
Till years later, while gazing into a star filled night sky.
My boy will never grow into the man he could be,
But I see him, I see him, if only distantly.
My son never saw in my eyes an adoring look,
I never got to read to him from his favorite book.
He lives within my heart to this very day,
I sometimes hear his faint whisper, Daddy, Daddy, it's okay.
My son will never know the love of a wife,
He will never bear children, nor give my grandchildren life.
Though he is gone, I see him everyday,
From my memories, he will never fade away.
My boy will never feel the warmth of the sun,
He will never howl at the moon, as his father had once done.
So very many things he will never see or do,
And if you catch me staring, it may be him, that I see in you
My son's heart beats within my very chest,
It is while thinking of him, I am at my best.
Although he is gone, I yet remain
And it is the love of his father's father that keeps me sane
My son will never hear the sweet sound of a well played horn
Because you see, My son, My son, My son, was stillborn.

This was inspired by a previous post. And just as the meaning of these words hold true, my son still lives within me.

I would like to thank those of you who have taken the time to read these words. And it is my hopes that my words have touched your hearts. For those of you who have lost a loved one, I hope these simple words have brought back fond loving memories of those whom you have lost. May God Bless Each Of Us

CAPT. MORGAN'S........PRIVATE STOCK.....ON THE ROCKS

each day brings with it new challenges, conquer them as they present themslves...........kudos to you, you.ve a grerat attitude

ONLY WHEN I'M TEN FOOT TALL

GOOD GUESS, AND, GOOD SHOW

COULD BE THEY HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO AND AREN'T SURE OF WHAT THEY ARE LOOKING FOR, OR AT

THATS GOOD, I LIKE THAT

BUT I SHANT BE HERE MUCH LONGER, ON MY WAY TO SEATTLE