by Jim Healey |
Categories:
life,
Jim
Loyal, dependable, knowledgeable, big hockey fan,
Brother of Craig and Jeff,
Lover of democracy, the Toronto Maple Leafs and Newfoundland,
Who feels love, empathy and pain,
Who fears failure, loss and going insane,
Who would like to see peace in Gaza, Ukraine and South Sudan,
Resident of St. John's, Newfoundland,
Healey.
My wife and partner is Heather.
She's the one who keeps me grounded; she is my center.
We've been happily married for twenty-five years,
and our love - the deepest kind of love - perseveres.
by Ann Hart |
Categories:
inspirationalmemory, rose, memory, rose,
A ROSE FOR MY MOM IN HEAVEN
FOR EVERY ROSE I BRING TO YOU
IS NEVER ENOUGH TO PAY,
FOR ALL THE LOVE YOU HAVE GIVEN ME
EACH AND EVERY DAY.
FOR EVERY TEARDROP THAT WILL FLOW
COULD NEVER BRING YOU BACK.
BUT ALL MY MEMORIES THAT I HOLD
WILL ALWAYS BE INTACT.
THIS ROSE IS JUST A SIMPLE WAY
OF SHOWING YOU HOW I FEEL
AND PERHAPS SOMEDAY AS TIME GOES BY
THE LONELY DAYS WILL HEAL.
YOUR FACE IS JUST A MEMORY NOW
THATS STORED INSIDE MY HEART
AND THERE WILL COME A DAY, DEAR MOM
WHEN WE WILL NEVER PART.
©WRITTEN BY ANN HART
NEWFOUNDLAND CANADA
IN MEMORY OF MY DEAR MOM
GONE HOME TO JESUS
by Brenda Rose |
Categories:
appreciation, death of a friend, dedication, emotions, grief, love, tribute,
“The Bell of the Rock”
I had written sometime ago
For the grandest of ladies
That I would ever know.
She stood and walked tall
To all she revealed her dignity
But most of all it was her love
I loved when revealed unto me.
Amongst the many are few
That have come to be so grand
It’s rare that this happens
But it did to the Bell of Newfoundland.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories:
death, family, life, love, sad, old, hope, old,
My very best to you old friend
As you venture on your way
I hope you find your place with God
And we meet again one day
You’ve been more than a friend to me
A father figure too
I hope you did not suffer friend
I pray the best for you
Be not so worried of your wife
Your kids are there and strong
Even though she’s crying now
We hope it won’t be long
Look down on us from time to time
We could use you as our guide
My very best to you old friend
I know you’ve reached His side
O’er Newfoundland just one more time
Look on it then, with cheer
We smile just to know you’re there
As we smile, too, to feel you here
by Gordon Martin |
Categories:
addiction, recovery from,
How do we harvest light?
We dig through the darkness.
When light is a turnip
Growing in the rocky Newfoundland soil
Digging through the darkness
Hands bloody and torn
Digging into my past
Through trauma
Stories and roots
Block the path
Rocks and fears
Make the work
Challenging, draining
Often I need to rest
Light is the quest
The digging worthwhile
Golden ears listen
A great gift given
Lessons come
Light lessons
Unlike dirt
Undone by
A good scrub
Light permeates
Till you and it are the same
No washing required
Wishing you love and light
Gordon Martin
February 1, 2019