Our new Grand-daughter, Morgan Marie Thomason

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Destiny's Song

You were so very small, nearly nothing at all
As far as the eye could see
But your soul was the same, and so you were named
The quiet, but loved Destiny

You breathed not at all, so frail and so small
Your entrance to this world unkind
We weren't blessed to touch, one still loved so much
Sweet Precious you're still on my mind

I heard someone say that souls only stay
On this earth as long as they need
To touch those they love, returning above
But Dearest you planted your seed

Your Mommy & Dad, the brothers you had
Keep your memory safe and warm
You're still my grandchild, sweet Angel so mild
Now God keeps you safe from all harm

Now Gloria is rocking you, loving you so
She told me, if only in dream
Such great mystery, that our family
Is threaded like quilting a seam

Our Sweet Destiny, please wait patiently
For all of your family to see
Your curly dark hair, complexion so fair
And a smile lasting Eternally

~~For my grand-daughter, Destiny Elizabeth - born & gone too soon

My Epitaph

My Epitaph

If labor is work and work is a pain
Then what in the heck do I have to gain?
To toil and to sweat, to clean and to sweep
Is it not much better to slumber and sleep?

Yes, work's over-rated, though most disagree
Those making a name, not saving a tree
The truth is that when this life's said and done
The work won't be missed...but ahh, we'll miss fun!

If I Was Really Me

If I was really me, I'd be happier you see
For happiness does lie beneath my skin
My jokes are a refrain, to ease another's pain
And I know my Design is joy within

If I was really me, then I'd let others see
That joy and pain are two-sides of a coin
We laugh instead of cry, just like we live and die
And giggles always make us want to join

If I was really me, then I would feel quite free
To share my feelings with those strange or known
Not ashamed to fail or say that I feel frail
For these are traits that show how much I've grown

If I was really me, hey wait, I AM...YIPPEE
My life is mine and that is great to know
I can love or lose, life is mine to choose
And this my vow to NOT be STATUS QUO!

Ravings of a Chronic Insomniac

The quietest time of the day seems to be 3 in the morning
All the normal people are sleeping and dreaming away
But we insomniacs bang our heads, ponder our lives
Find there is nothing much we're good at...why?

Cuz we're sleepy!

We inwardly hate those of you who can nod off at any time
Hearing your snores of slumber makes us want to secretly kill you
But we don't because we know it is WE who are weird and not you...why?

Cuz we're exhausted!

Oh you hateful dark god of sleep, what did I do to offend you?
Are there just so many hours of sleep to go around, so I get jipped? I hate you bedroom! I hate you bed!! And you mock me....because?

Somehow I've attached unnatural feelings to an inanimate object and room because, well, I can't remember now, I'm tired, I'm wired, my heart's pumping at 130 now I KNOW IT!!

Did I wash that shirt? Oh no, where's that bill...did I pay it? Now what if....one of my children gets seriously ill or marries someone who hates me and whom I hate? What will happen then? What was my 1st grade teacher's name? Ah yes, Mrs. Boyd! HA-HA!! I got you, you tiny missing brain cell sneaking off because I'm delirious from lack of sleep.

Where are my pills? Why do I care, they don't work anyway. I should have planned better when I was young. I've gained weight and now I'm hideous...what IS that stain on the rug??

My skin itches...but I know it's just playing a wicked game with me
There is no real itch to scratch, just something to annoy me and keep me awake.

I have to get up in TWO HOURS and be around people who have slept and dreamed and probably even drank coffee before bedtime but still have no trouble sleeping now WHY IS THAT thou MISTRESS OF UNREST?

Chipper people speaking of things they did "last night" and talking of watching the 11:00 news and taking their books to bed only to fall asleep during the first three pages. You people are driving me MAD!!

WHY???

Because I'm TIRED AND SLEEPY AND FRUSTRATED AND FEELING VERY VICTIMIZED BY THIS STUPID EVERY DAY OCCURANCE THAT ALMOST EVERYONE TAKES FOR GRANTED BUT FOR ME IT WOULD BE HEAVEN JUST TO......SLEEP.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

God and Me

Transitions are difficult for most people I would think. However, with my family it seems that some are in a constant state of transition. This probably does not give sleepless nights to the young, but to "Mom" it can be tough.

Comings and goings call for a greater strength than necessary for the status quo. This kind of lifestyle demands flexibility and a tougher hide in the face of new circumstances and uncharted territory. There was a time in my life when that strength was a part of me...now, age, maturity, reality or whatever, seems to give me moments of pause. I do analyze and over-analyze people and my life in general. Good trait? Not really. Much superfluous time is spend in the "worry closet." Time wasted there actually.

It seems that it's once again come my time to take the wheel and drive. Unfortunately, I can't drive the lives of those I love. They are at their own wheel....and that SCARES me. So I consistently call on God to BE God so that I can relax and know that HE'S God and I'm not. There is a good feeling in knowing that I'm not alone in this life. I doubt I could have made it through without knowing God to be "up there" and even "down here." It's nice to have someone who loves me as I am...warts and all.

I'm thankful to God for his blessings and even for the trials that require my giving everything over to him time and time again. Otherwise "Life" is just another 4-letter word!

LAST FIX

She couldn't remember her way back home
Her life on the streets, so all alone
Despair and defeat - a friend of a friend
The suffering she'd known seemed never to end

Just seventeen, this woman-girl
A childhood interrupted had shattered her world
She pondered if true that anyone had
A life such as hers, so hopeless and sad

A high once so cool now ruled every thought
She traded her body for drugs that were bought
The men in her life all seemed just the same
They all ran together, one person, one name

Her arms now track-lined, a pound in her head
In her painful world she would rather be dead
The needle lay still, her body as well
She'd had her last fix in this world she called hell

~~Original Poem by Sandy