This is a poem I found after her death that my Grandmother Claphan had clipped from a magazine. I've always wanted to try and live up to it.

Let me be a little kinder,

Let me be a little blinder

to the faults of those about me;

Let me praise a little more.

Let me be when I am weary

Just a little bit more cheery,

Let me serve a little better

Those than I am striving for.

Let me be a little braver

When temptation bids me waver,

Let me strive a little harder

To be all that I should be.

Let me be a little meeker

Withe the Brother and Sister that is weaker,

Let me think a more of my neighbor

And a little less of me.

Author Unknown

This is one a friend sent to me in email, Also some good advice!

The Woman in the Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for self And the world makes you queen for a day, Just go to a mirror and look at yourself And see what THAT woman has to say.

For it isn't your husband or family or friend Who judgement upon you must pass The woman whose verdict counts most in the end Is the one staring back from the glass.

Some people may think you a straight-shooting chum And call you a person of place But the woman in the glass says you're only a bum If you can't look her straight in the face.

She's the woman to please, never mind all the rest For she's with you clear up to the end, And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test If the woman in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the world down the pathway of years And get pats on the back as you pass, But your final reward will be heartaches and tears If you've cheated the woman in the glass.

THE PEACE OF MEDITATION

by Helen Steiner Rice

So we may know God better And feel His quiet power,

Let us daily keep in silence A MEDITATION HOUR-

For to understand God's greatness And to use His gifts each day

The soul must learn to meet Him In a meditative way,

For our Father tells His children That if they would know His will

They must seek Him in the silence When all is calm and still...

For nature's greatest forces Are found in quiet things

Like softly falling snowflakes Drifting down on angels' wings,

Or petals dropping soundlessly From a lovely full-blown rose,

So God comes closest to us When our souls are in repose...

So let us plan with prayerful care To always allocate

A certain portion of each day To be still and meditate...

For when everything is quiet And we're lost in meditation,

Our soul is then preparing For a deeper dedication

That will make it Wholly possible To quietly endure

The violent world around us- For in God we are secure.