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She was a young woman whose 35 years
Were just a brief moment in time,
But compassion and caring made her special, you see,
And to many her life was sublime.
Her needs were simple and others came first;
To this Carrie's friends could attest.
When it came to caring for someone else,
Her grandmother knew it the best.
She seldom seemed down when things were hard
But did her best to face problems and smile,
And her two most cherished treasures in life
Were her children, Jamie and Kyle.
She loved the outdoors and often would walk;
You just never knew where she'd be.
The woods or the park would be where you'd look
And find her under a tree.
Carrie loved animals of every kind,
From horses to dogs and cats, too,
And often when no one knew where she was,
You'd find her visiting the zoo.
Though private she was, keeping thoughts to herself,
She listened to others and cared
About those whose love meant so much to her
And with whom her life she shared.
The oldest of five, she'll be sorely missed
By her family and all of the rest,
But remember your happy memories of her,
For with Carrie, you surely were blessed.
WARREN
Warren loved to listen to music,
Especially the gospel kind,
And dancing came so easy for him
In those shoes so neatly shined.
He loved the animals in his life,
As the squirrels and birds could attest,
But a dog named Toby in particular
Was the one that he loved best.
We all seem to have those foods we love,
And you might have heard Warren mutter
When the doctors said he should stay away
From his favorite, peanut butter.
And now it's time to say goodbye
As we lay dear Warren to rest,
But remember your happy memories of him
And his life, which surely was blessed.
Our dear Warren reached ninety-six
Before he passed away,
But he'll be remembered long past that,
I've heard his family say.
It's been said people came from miles around
To see if they could win,
For Warren was a dealer, you see,
At the local Do Drop Inn.
People were very important to him,
In his ninety-six year walk,
And wherever friends were gathered around
Warren loved to sit and talk.
One other thing Warren loved to do
Was read tales about the West.
Louis LaMour and old John Wayne
Were the ones he liked the best.
Warren was called a "Dapper Dan,"
For no matter where he was at,
His shoes were shined, his clothes were neat,
And he was never without his hat.
Iris Dean was a woman, a gift from God,
Who gave everything she had.
Our loss is great as we grieve today
And even our Lord is sad.
Iris Dean was a knowledgeable woman
Who could do nearly anything,
And when it came to learning God's Word,
She longed to know everything.
Many things were important to Iris Dean -
Sharing Jesus was right at the top,
Especially during her Sabbath School class,
Where she found it so hard to stop.
Each one in her class was dear to her,
And most would have been unaware
That a great deal of time was spent every day
Taking each to the Lord in prayer.
Iris Dean met Robert, the love of her life,
While living on the same street.
In her mind she had plans for this handsome man
Each time she and Robert would meet.
Their union was formed and together they were
Through all of life's joys and tears.
They made it, you see, with the help of the Lord
And their love lasted sixty-five years.
IRIS DEAN
June 17, 1917 - March 18, 2003
Faithful Servant, Wife, Mother and Friend
Prayers for her family were frequently said
By our dear, loving Iris Dean,
And bowing their heads when they got in the car
Became something very routine.
Often when one of her children awoke
And passed by her room in the night,
Iris Dean would be found kneeling in prayer
Or studying her Bible upright.
King and queen for a day were in order for them.
On birthdays special things she would make.
By Bob or Joyce no chores would be done
And there was always a birthday cake.
It is said Iris Dean was a talker
And on the phone was where she spent time,
But that frugal she was, and on long-distance calls
She would cut the calls short on her dime!
Our lives just won't be the same now
Since our dear Iris Dean is asleep,
But she surely would say if she could today,
"Honey, I don't want you to weep,
"Be joyful and just be a witness,
As I simply wanted to be,
And live for the day Jesus takes us away
And together again we will be."
CARRIE
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Nancy
This woman they called Nancy
Was vibrant as can be.
She truly had a love for life
That everyone could see.
She met her love, a man named John,
Through a man she had been dating,
And once that tiny spark was lit
There would be no separating.
If there was an area of her life
Where Nancy looked for pleasure,
It was in these two, Beth and Steve,
Her children whom she treasured.
She began her career later in life
And in this, too, had a flair.
But an extra perk came with her job -
A dear friend known as Claire.
She loved the trips they took each year -
To Florida they would go.
The beach and the water were her cup of tea;
Oh, how she loved them so.
This woman of style will surely be missed
By all who took a fancy
To the things she did and the way she was -
This woman they called Nancy.
Poetry By Design
© 2002
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© 2003
Poetry By Design
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Poetry By Design
© 2005
© 2004
Poetry By Design
My Father's Love
My father's love was seldom shown
In ways a child could see,
In goodnight hugs or stories told
Upon a welcome knee.
He never sensed my need to hear
Just one approving word
To let me know I'd made him proud,
And none was ever heard.
He could not show what love he may
Have held there deep inside.
I could not make him say those words,
No matter how I tried.
But tirelessly he worked for us;
We never did without.
Meeting our physical needs is what
His life became about.
Mom was there for the other things
And she loved enough for two,
But still those words that eluded me
My heart would yet pursue.
In later years when illness came
And my father needed ME,
I began to know the love that as
A child I could not see.
He'd said, "I love you" every day
With every loaf of bread,
Piano lessons, clothes and shoes
And blankets on my bed.
But no longer did I need those things;
No longer could he say
I love you in the way he'd known,
So he found a different way.
He spoke, "I love you, Sally," and for
The first time since my birth
I felt that I had made him proud
And proved to him my worth.
And in the years that followed
As my father slipped away,
Those words became my resting place
As we struggled through each day.
He lived his life through sickness
Just the way he always had,
With a quiet determination
That was so much like my dad.
And while he now rests peacefully
Waiting on his Father above,
My heart now rests in knowing that
I had my father's love.
Thank you, Daddy. Rest Well.
Love, Sally
May 25, 2005
Joycie
The sun will rise as usual,
I'll brush my teeth and hair.
It will seem like any other day
But Joycie won't be here.
I'll kiss the cats, I'll pet the dogs,
And then my clothes I'll don.
I'll go about my daily chores,
But I'll know that Joycie's gone.
The phone will ring incessantly
‘Til I can barely hear,
A tiny voice will remind me then,
"Our Joycie isn't here."
I've wondered why a soul so sweet
Should leave this earth so soon;
I've wondered if it's really fair
That she should miss the moon.
It seems unfair the sun should shine
When she's not here to feel it;
It seems unfair that life goes on
When she's not here to share it.
I've read somewhere our lives will end
When our purpose here is spent.
Though far too short, we've all been blessed
That to us her soul was lent.
So, yes, the sun will rise and set,
The moon will shoot its beams.
We'll go about our daily lives,
We'll have our same routines.
We'll kiss our cats, we'll pet our dogs,
'Til death our lives will go on,
Though memories dear will keep Joycie here,
So for us she isn't gone.
Poetry By Design
© 2005
"special words for special people"
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