Footprints On Our Hearts

Some people come into our lives and

quickly go. Some people move our souls to

dance. They awaken us to new understanding

with the passing whisper of their wisdom,

and make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.

Some people stay in our lives awhile, leave

footprints on our hearts, and we are

never, ever the same.

Anonymous
(Found on the front of Alyssa's Journal)

Mother by Sarah Jane

M o t h e r

My mother is my hero,
She watches over me,
In times when I’m in trouble,
She was always there to see.

She really was that person,
That every human wanted to be,
And everyone wished she would have been there,
When my niece, Alexa turned three.

She loved me oh so dearly,
And I really did love her,
If I ever asked to help with dinner,
She would always let me stir.

My mom was a perfect angel,
She was beautiful as could be,
I loved it when she’d give me hugs,
And I’d never want to be free!

by Sarah Meservy

Poem -- Happy Fathers Day

This is a poem I received on Fathers Day in June of 2005 and to be sure it was greatly appreciated.

Happy Father's Day!!!

Hello kind sir
Todays the day
To Honor all
You do and say

Because your kids
They think you're great
The coolest dad
In this darn state!

You make them laugh
And sometimes smile
You get them through
All kinds of trials

You cheer them up
When they are sad
That's why you are
The coolest dad

It's because of you
That they are here
And that they know
Their mother's near

So thanks for
Everything you do
Cause Daddy, guess what
We LOVE you!

Love the Fabulous Four
in case you were wondering that's
Tyler, Brighton, Alyssa and Sarah

Poem by Brighton

Poem -- She IS

She IS
By Brighton
Given to her father December of 2002

On a cold night in winter
The snow starts to fall
You look up in the sky
Where the moon starts to crawl

It reflects on a house
That silently sits
And this house held a person
It will never forget

There’s a tree through the window
It’s lights make it shine
Where a father is sitting
His youngest is nine

With a quick glance toward him
There’s a tear in his eye
You start to wonder
What could make this man cry

All over the wall
There stands family pictures
Or decorations for Christmas
And all kinds of scriptures

You see into this man
And you see why he’s weeping
Why he’s up so late at night
When he could be sleeping

You look and you see that
His wonderful wife
Is needed in heaven
So has left her earth life

He thinks of how he
Will get through this trial
He can’t keep the house
from becoming huge piles

He sits and he wonders
And you see in his thoughts
That he is thinking of
All the good that she taught

For example her music
Which was always made clear
To be passed to her children
Who she loved so dear

She was also a leader
Of all kinds of youth
Which made her quite perfect
I’m not stretching the truth

The man as he’s thinking
‘Bout all of these things
Is reminded of Jesus
The king of all kings

He suffered for all
In Gethsemane
And died on a cross
On the hill calvary

He did all of this
So that we could come back
And live with him there
With our families intact

My mom is in heaven
She’s waiting and waiting
The time when we’ll be there
She’s anticipating

Her talents were many
And her faults were few
Who’s happy in heaven
My mom is that’s who

The key to this poem
Is uplifting because
We should speak in the present
Say she is not she was