To those of you who looked for the poem thank you very much it was so funny today I was sitting at my desk looking for address labels and this paper fell out of one of my files and there was the poem I was looking for, I would like to share it with all of you mom's and I think if you copy it and sometimes read it, it seems to give a small bit of hope and promise that they are okay and we will see our babies again.
The next place that I go will be as peaceful and familiar as a sleepy summer Sunday and a sweet untroubled mind
And yet it won't be anything like any place I've ever been or even dreamed of in the place I leave behind
I won't know where I'm going and I won't know where I've been as I tumble through the always and look back toward the when
I'll glide beyond the rainbows, I'll drift above the sky
I'll fly into the wonder without ever wondering why
I won't remember getting there, somehow I'll just arrive
But I'll know that I belong there and will feel much more alive
Than I have ever felt before I will absolutely be free
of the things that I held onto that were holding onto me
The next place that I will go will be so quite and so still
that the whispering song of sweet belonging will
Rise up to fill the listening sky with joyful silence and with unheard harmonies
of music made by no one playing, like a hush upon a breeze.
There will be no room for darkness in that place of living light
Where an ever dawning morning pushes back the dying night
the very air will fill with brilliance as the brightly shining sun
And the moon and half a million stars are married into one
The next place that I go won't really be a place at all
There won't be any seasons, winter, summer, spring or fall
Nor a monday, nor a Friday, nor December, nor July.
And seconds will be standing still while hours hurry by
I will not be a boy or girl, a woman or a man
I'll simply be just simply me, no worse or better than
My skin will not be dark or light, I won't be fat or tall
The body I once lived in won't be part of me at all
I will finally be perfect, I will be without a flaw
I will never make one more mistake or break the smallest law
And the me that was impatient or was angry or unkind
Will simply be a memory, the me I left behind
I will travel empty handed there is is not one single thing
I have collected in my life that I would ever want to bring
Except the love of those who loved me
And the warmth of those who cared,
The happiness and memories and magic that we shared
Though I will know the joy of solitude, I'll never be alone
I'll be embraced by all the family and friends I've never known
Although I might now see their faces, all our hearts will beat as one
And the circle of our spirits will shine brighter that the sun
I will cherish every friendship I was fortunate to find
The love and all the laughter in the place I leave behind
All these good things will go with me, they will make my spirit glow
And that light will shine forever in the next place that I go.
Frances
I am glad you found this poem and posted it, it is beautiful also. But I am glad I searched for the poem because I love the one I found too.
Thanks so much
Love "N" Hugs
Big Jim's Mom
Shirley
Dear Frances
Thank you for sharing that poem, I never heard a poem like that before,it really made me think about some things.Now Shirley where is the one you found? You know how I love poetry.LOL Many ,Many hugs to you
DEAREST MOMMY
when you wonder the meaning of life and love
know that i am with you,
close your eyes and feel me kissing you
in the gentle breeze across your cheek.
when you begin to doubt that you shall ever see me again
quiet your mind and hear me,
i am in the whisper of the heavens
speaking of your love.
when you lose your identity
when you question who you are and where you are going,
open your heart and see me.
i am the twinkle in the stars smiling down upon you,
lighting the path for your journey.
when you awaken each morning not remembering your dreams but feeling comtent and serene
know that i was with you- filling your night with thoughts of me.
when you linger in the remnant pain
wholeness seeming so unfamiliar
think of me and know that i am with you, touching you through the shared tears of a gentle friend
easing the pain
as the sunrise illuminates the desert sky
in the breathtaking glory, awaken your spirit
think of our time, all to brief, but ever brilliant.
when you were certian of us, together
when you were certian of your destiny
know that God created that moment in time,
just for us
dearest mommy, i am with you always.
-joanne cacciatore
Jim's Mom
Shirley
