WORDS OF WISDOM
 
After a While
                                                                          Veronica A. Shoffstall
After a while, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans.
And futures have a way of falling down in midflight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong.
And you really so have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn.
 
Your Name
 
                                                    Edgar Guest
You got it from your father, 'twas the best he had to give.
And right gladly he bestowed it.  It's yours, the while you live.
You may lose the watch he gave you and another you may claim.
But remember, when you're tempted, to be careful of his name.
It was fair the day you got it, and a worthy name to bear.
When he took it from his father, there was no dishonor there.
Through the years he proudly wore it, to his father he was true.
And that name was clean and spotless when he passed it on to you.
Oh. there's much that he has given that he values not at all.
He has watched you break your playthings in the days when you were small.
You have lost the knife he gave you and you've scattered many a game,
But you'll never hurt your father if your careful with his name.
It's yours to wear forever, yours to wear the while you live,
Your's, perhaps, some distant morning, another boy to give.
And you'll smile as did you father.... with a smile that all can share.
If  a clean name and a good name you are giving him to wear.
FATHER
What's a Mother
                                      Wanda Beal
Mother's look different from other women.  Their hair isn't always done in the latest style,
and sometimes it isn't done at all.
A mother is a woman who can bake a cake with six other hands helping her
and still have it turn out fine.
A mother's shoulders sometimes smell of sour milk, and if you are very observant,
you'll notice safety-pin holes in her clothes... even her Sunday best.
Mother's frequently have runs in their stockings. Likely as not Junior didn't park his trike off the sidewalk.
A mother is differnt.  She likes chicken wings and backs and the hamburger that
is slightly burned... things that the kids and Daddy don't care for.
She never takes the last chop on the plate, and she always saves the candy from her club
to bring home to the children.
A mother may not have ulcers, but she has versitile tears.  They show anger, weariness,
hurt or happiness.  Once, when Daddy forgot an anniversary, Mother cried.
One Saturday, he brought home chocolates when it wasn't her birthday or anything,
and she cried then, too.
A mother is someone who can repair the kitchen sink with only her hands ....
after Daddy has spent a lot of time trying with tools and plenty of cuss words.
When a mother dies, she must face Him with her record of accomplishments.
If she's done a good job of caring for her children, she'll get the most soght-after position in heaven,
that of rocking baby angels on soft white clouds and wiping away
their celestial tears with the corner of her apron.
What Are Father's Made Of?
A Father is a thing that is forced to endure childbirth without anesthetic.
A Father is a thing that growls when it feels good and laughs loud when it is scared half to death.
A Father is sometimes accused of giving too much time to his business
when the little ones are growing up.
A Father never feels entirely worthy of the worship in his child's eyes.
He is never quite the hero his daughter thinks he is and never quite the man his son believes him to be.
This worries him sometimes, so he works too hard to try and smooth
the rough places in the road for his son who will follow him.
A Father is a thing that gets very angry when school grades aren't as good as
he thinks they should be.
He scolds his son although he knows it's the teachers fault.
Father's grow faster than other people.
While motehr's can cry where it shows, Father's have to stand there and die inside.
Father's have very stout hearts, so they have to be broken sometimes
of no one would know what is inside.
Father's give daughters away to other men who aren't nearly good enough
so they can have grandchildren that are smarter than anybody's.
Father's fight dragons almost daily.
They hurry away from the breakfast table, off to the arena which is sometimes
called and office or a workshop.... where they tackle the dragon with three heads.... weariness,
work and monotony.
Father's make bets with insurance companies about who will live the longest.
Though they know the odds, they keep right on betting more and more.
And one day they lose.
But Father's enjoy an earthly immorality and the bet is paid off to the part of him he leaves behind.
I don't know where Father's go when they die.
But I have an idea that after a good rest, whereever it is, he wont' be happy unless there
is work to do.
He just won't sit on a cloud and wait for the girl he loved and the children she bore.
He'll be busy there too..... repairing the stairs, oiling the gates... improving the streets, smoothing the way.
                                                                   
What is a Grandmother?
A Grandmother is a lady who has no little children of her own.
She likes other people's.  A grandfather is a man grandmother.
Grandmother's don't have to do anything except be there.  They are
old, so they shouldn't have to play hard of run.  It is enough if they drive us to the market
and have lots of dimes ready.  When they take us for walks, they slow down past things like pretty leaves
and caterpilliars.
They never say "hurry up."  Usually graandmothers are fat, but not too fat to tie your shoes.
They wear galsses and funny underwear.  They can take their teeth and gums out.
Grandmother's don't have to be smart, only answer questions like, "Why isn't God married?" and
"How come dogs chase cats?"  When they read to us they dont' skip, or mind
if we ask for the same story over again.
Everybody should try to have a grandmother, especially if you don't have television,
because they are the only grown-ups who have time.
To Remember Me
                                Robert N. Test
The day will come when my body will lie upon a while sheet neatly tucked under the four corners
of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying.
At a certain moment, a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents
and purposes, my life has stopped.
When that happens, do not attempt to install artificial life into my body by the use of a machine.
And don't call this my deathbed.  Let it be called Bed of Life, and let my body be taken
from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face, or love in the eyes
of a woman.  Give my heart to a person whose own heart has given nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might
live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist.  Take my bones, every muscle,
every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain.  Take my cells, if necessary and let them grow so that,
someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will
hear the sound of rain against her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something.let it be my faults, my weaknesses and
all prejudice against my fellow man.
If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed
or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
 
 


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