Dedicated to my beloved husband, Patrich,
withoutwhom I would not be who I am today:
You came into my life
lucky for me, you made me your wife
You filled me with joy, peace and great love
it was almost like you were sent from above
God gave us many, many wonderful years
We shared the good & the bad times and yes there
were tears
Learning to laugh, to love & to live with each
other
I am so glad neither of us ever thought it was a
bother
We taught each other what really matters
Most of our time was happy, though some a little
sadder
Loving our family was always number one
and we knew our life together was well from being
done
Neither of us were perfect we made our own mistakes
Our love carried us though and it was easy to take
Unconditional love is what we truly had with each
other
I am so grateful today you were my friend and my
lover
I have no regrets, nothing haunting my past
My heart will carry your love, never to be cast
I honor our marriage, our life and our lessons
I know you are watching from above with your
blessings.
You left us way too soon, but I understand why
the pain and the agony in your life was never a lie
I watched as you got weaker and weaker, your time
soon was ending
I knew you were leaving, the angels, god was sending
And I watched your strength, courage and serenity
I knew in my heart you would be free in eternity
I was amazed as I watched as your prepared for
leaving
never once did you want us to be left here and
grieving
Your love for your wife and your family, even as you
had to depart
was stronger than any other's I had witnessed from
the heart.
You were ready to go, but still cared enough
to ensure we would be taken care of, though it was
tough
I thank God every day for putting you in my life
for bringing us together, as husband and wife
for forming a family of values,love and respect
for teaching me all that life could be at it's best
You came into my life
lucky for me, you made me your wife
You filled me with joy, peace and great love
it was almost like you were sent from above
I will love you, always
(© Bonnie Hamlin)
"Stitching her Love" ©
The love in her heart
she transferred to her hand
it gave her another way
to remember her man
He had suffered so long
the pain had been terrible
she had remained by his side
and tried to make it bearable
Every stitch that she had made
were reflections of him
she had brought back her memories
and carefully reproduced them
An outline of his face
the days of his life
reason for his death
praise for a good fight
She had seen them at an event
they had taken away her breath
now there was a purpose in her life
the first since his death
The wonderful Quilt of Tears
will give her a chance to mend
as she shares with the world the memories
of her beloved Husband and friend
Jim Rose, President
Galveston County Chapter 685
Vietnam Veterans of America
President
Army Transportation Association Vietnam
"Visiting Hours" ©
The wind gently soothed her
as she sat there in the grass
she silently said a prayer
and watched the hearse roll pass
She could remember seeing one
every time that she had been there
she felt the families pain
something that she had learned to bear
Placing her hand on the small white cross
she lovingly traced the name
knowing that when they got their cross
they would be doing the same
She came during visiting hours
almost every day
he had given his life for his country
it was a small price for her to pay
It had been almost a year now
she had been a faithful wife
there would always be visiting hours
for the rest of her life
The moisture from the grass
had soaked through her dress
she got up to go home
to give him some rest
Goodnight my love
and if it is within my powers
I will come again tomorrow
during visiting hours
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Jim Rose,
President, Galveston County Chapter 685
Vietnam Veterans of America President,
Army Transportation Association Vietnam
Country Smells & Butterflies
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Songs & seasons,
Sad poems & reasons.
Seeking in the sun,
Remembering things I've done.
Country smells & butterflies,
All memories now I realize.
Sitting quietly in the sun,
The emotions inside making me run.
Running through fields of golden brown,
Nothing in the air bringing me down.
Country smells & butterflies,
All memories now I realize.
Things so beautiful & free,
Pretty things no one else can see.
Sending summer smiles,
Far, far away across the miles.
Country smells & butterflies,
All memories now I realize.
Your hand touching mine,
Touching me with a love so fine.
Just me loving you,
And you loving me too.
Country smells & butterflies,
All memories now I realize.
And now I walk alone.
© Shelia Snyder
I walk alone in a field of grass & sunshine
with my tears falling within my soul
& my heart so desperate for your touch.
I think of you as hours pass
& as days turn into nights
I never stop thinking of you
for you're always on my mind
& forever in my heart.
As I look into a flowing spring
I see only your shadow
but I feel your love
that splashes in my face.
And then I look up in the sky &
see the birds flying free
I cry in lonliness...
I love you & miss you so!
Then I pick a growing flower &
it reminds me of you
Your so full of life & color &
spread happiness to all!
Then as the flower would wilt,
it reminds me of myself
I'd live for you & yet die for you.
You are my life, my need, my love!
I cannot ask for anything more
for I have the world within me
& within me it will stay.
I look into the sunshine &
see your shining eyes looking down
at me with warmth & comfort
For you shall be mine!
From the picking of a flower
to the wilting of its color
I love you, I love you, I do!
© Shelia Snyder
Love Can Build A Bridge
( By The Judds )
They have paid the ultimate price,
their loyalty has never waivered.
They may need moments to regain their strength
But they are survivors ,
Their courage is unsurpassed.
As they strive to preserve the memories of the past,
they are also striving to improve the future.
May we always be inspired by their strength,
their commitment, & their undying love.
May we be strong enough to let them cry
but not so strong that we cannot cry with them
Most importantly
May our arms always be folded firmly around them
& our love always be a part of their bridge.....
Agent Orange
Widows & Wives
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In Loving Honor Of The Agent Orange
Widows & The Wives
I hope that the creation of this page serves as an inspiration to all who visit it.
At this time please 'uncover' & salute these ladies, they have earned it.
**Names marked with a cross signifies the widows honored here**
Heaven & Hugs
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As we move ahead in years, we tend to go back in our memories of other times and places. It makes a nice temporary escape from our daily realities, but my experience
is that going back is never the same nor as pleasing as our memories of it. I think that may be why God made Heaven as a goal for us and Hugs to hold us over until we get there.
I can’t give you Heaven but I am sending you a rather substantial Hug right now.
(from Rick’s Random Ramblings, Heaven & Hugs©)
Dear God,
The lady reading this is beautiful,
classy and strong and I love her.
Help her live her life to the fullest.
Please promote her and cause her to excel above expectations.
Help her to shine in darkest places
and love where it is impossible to love.
Protect her at all times,
lift her up when she needs you the most,
and let her know that when she walks
with you, she will always be safe.
AMEN
"My Soldier Has Been Wounded"
My soldier has been wounded in his soul
and his heart
and he's come to some conclusions alone
in the dark.
I check on him at midnight and then again
in the morn
and although I sleep beside him in his pain
he is alone.
~ And it feels like a long way home a long way from that war
yet as I look around me now fighting again
I've seen this man made war before.
Tainted is a soldier sent to foreign lands
neglected by a country he's asked to to stand
forever stand grand.
~ And it feels like a long way home a long way from that war
yet as I look around me now fighting again
I've seen this man made war before.
Don't tell him you understand
He's heard those words before
when all is said and done every soldier dies
alone from war.
Our memory a story a love song pure and free
and in our alone hours those memories
though sacred seemed to freeze.
~ And it feels like a long way home a long way from that war
yet as I look around me now fighting again
I've seen this man made war before.
I see it all around him the color Agent Orange
and in a plea for mercy his candle that I cradle
is softer in this song
My soldier feels forgotten by a country not looking back
a new war has been started no lessons from soldiers
lost between the cracks.
~ And it feels like a long way home.
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