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"A Father Found, A Father Lost"
By: Vanessa Perkins

Dedicated to the loving memory of:
Steven Wayne Petrilli Sr.
11-06-49~06-02-99

I was in the sixth grade, when my mother told me the truth,
She said you have "another" father, he and I both made you.

A strange and odd feeling came over me, and for some reason I was glad,
I swore to myself that someday, I would meet my biological dad.

Almost 10 years would go by, before that terrifying day,
"Your father had a heart attack", I knew I had to go right away.

That night on an airplane, on it's way to South Dakota,
I wished and prayed that he would, miraculously come out of his coma.

It was 12 in the morning, when I walked into the room,
My eyes started tearing up, as if there were deadly toxic fumes.

I stood there looking down, at his lifeless helpless body,
His facial statement never changing, and his body never moving.

I watched him closely, during those few short days,
For any little sign of movement and life, that may make the sorrow and pain
go away.

All of a sudden, his health deteriorated severly,
And his breathing became more difficult for his body.

I held his hand, and selfishly told him to keep breathing,
Instead of telling him to go with God, where there is no more suffering.

My father passed away later on that day,
As I stood beside his bed, he exhaled his last breath away.

Since the sixth grade, I've had an empty feeling in my heart,
Half sure of who I was, and half completely dark.

I always thought that when I met him, that emptiness would vanish,
God how I wish, you could give me just one last chance.

The emptiness is still there, and I think about it everyday,
God why won't this pain, ever go away?

COWGIRLDIMPLES@aol.com

F: riends
A: nimals
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Written by SHAUN

Sisters
Written by LiLak15@aol.com

Sisters are always there for you,
and no matter what they always care.
Sisters are there through thick and thin,
and everything in between.
Sisters protect you from the darkness,
and make the world full of happiness.
If you are sad and you feel like crying,
sisters are there with a hug to lend.
They are there to gossip with and laugh with,
and you may even utter the word 'sis'
Sisters are your strength when you are too weak,
they are your voice when you can't speak,
they are your crutch when you can't walk,
they are your shoulder when you need to cry,
they are your ear when you need a friend.
Sisters share a love with you
that no other could compare to
Sisters are your link to life,
they are the ones who stand beside you through the hurt and the pain, through
the tears and the rain.
I now know one thing,
Because of you, I will never be the same.

Dedicated to all my sisters. I love you Katie, Erin, Kris and Kate and
especially my big sister Rianna.
With love, Jessica

MY SISTER

She came to me many years ago.

Filling my life with heavenly glow.

She watched over me, not saying a word

Her spirit flying high as a bird.

She taught me how to run and play

Never wanting anything but love trough out the day.

She was the one that taught me right from wrong.

With her I always knew I belonged.

With out her I wonder where I would be today.

I may not of ever learned how to love or pray.

She was my sissy

I was her bubba.

I will always miss and love her till we meet in the place,

Where she told me she will be.

Alan Hart.

Grama

Grama i know you can see in heaven at least i hope you could .
My life is not the same without you here.
I am here just here by myself and i dont like it much.
I wish thinks could be back the way they were.
Gram i am only 13 and i probly dont no much but i know since you died that i
dont like it much.
Nothing is the same any more i feel like i am here without anyone to talk to.
Poppa is not the same i wish he was though. He really misses u Gram can you
try to come back.

In loving memory of Grama Jean
Love always shannon
Stoners19@aol.com

Strong Battles

As the fight goes on, so does life.
As you win one battle you start another.
As you pick up your sword to fight,
You see the fears you faced,
Was faced for you by another.
By one you loved and feared.
You stop
You fight this battle and when you win,
You will see that the fears that were there,
Are no longer there.

Amanda
jgar@netdoor.com

DAVID
MY BROTHER

Written by Lisa Couillard - Lisa.Rossii@worldnet.att.net

There are many things that I could say,
Not one of them sad…
Except for this day.
What I have written are my reflections of you,
Your big beautiful eyes
Oh’ so blue.
You were always proud of me,
As I was of you…
Always giving me strength
When I didn’t know what to do.
You always put me first
Even if you had plans, never thinking twice
To lend a hand.
We’ve cried together, laughed and smiled,
Talking for hours about life’s trials.
You are my sunshine, my smiling eyes,
My dancing soul that never lies.
Though you haven’t agreed with some of my men in the past,
You left that my choice
Even though they didn’t last.
We adopted each other many year’s ago,
Being the only child
Our friendship touched our soul.
To all the people who have came and went…
We always felt related,
It was heaven sent.
Eventually I had kids and a life of my own
But your sweet smiling voice was always on the phone.
We have been room mates throughout the years,
You always protecting me from all of your peers.
I remember our house quiet one night,
No one around, not a sound in sight.
As I lay in my bed with the bathroom down the hall,
I make a mad dash, butt naked and all.
To my surprise, what do I see…
David in the darkness peering at me.
As fast as I screamed and darted for the door…
You switched on the light as I slid on the floor.
Your laughter was strong and your eyes were big…
Acting as though you were at some comical gig.
We’ve had so many stories
We’ve told through the years…
Laughing so hard, it would bring us to tears.
The times we’ve shared
Are priceless to me…
My future without you is hard to see.
Plans for your future was something you had,
Always included, was beautiful Chad.
He is a mold of you,
You see…
Carrying on your brilliant glow, for all eternity.
I often feel, you we’re sent from above…
To care and watch over people, with unconditional love.
I just want you to know,
From the bottom of my heart,
You are a true man and were from the start.
Though you are gone, and had nothing to say;
For God has you now,
Though it seems the wrong day.
I write this poem, in memory of you,
For God bless your soul and your family too.
Even though you are gone in another place,
I will hold hands with your soul until the end of my race.
I LOVE YOU ALWAYS AND FOREVER
MY BROTHER.

Written by Lisa Couillard - Lisa.Rossii@worldnet.att.net

….Lisa Couillard
Oct.31,98’

Greatest Uncle of Mine

I think about you,
and pray for you everyday.
Thinking how it isn't fair
you were born with Cystic Fibrosis,
and how you have been sick most of your life.
Then I think about
how lucky I am to have an uncle as great as you.
Most of my friends don't like their aunts and uncles,
I am the only one that can honestly say I love mine!
I think of all the memories we have,
and this is what comes to mind.
My parents go on vacation and ask
where we would like to stay.
We yell Uncle Tim's and Auntie Annie's everytime!
Between the silly sting, balloons,empty eggs,
signs and posters
You were the most fun to be with.
Even now we still yell Uncle Tim's and Auntie Annie's
Being at the age we are
because we know we will have a great time.
I think about all the great memories
and wish we could do them all over they were so much fun!
Gage is very lucky to have you as a parent,
and we are lucky to have you as an Uncle.
You are a great Uncle
I love you!
Dedicated to My Uncle Tim from Jennifer Nolte

Dedicated to poem Mother 'Annie', From her daughter 'Brittany'

My mom is #1,

She always been there for me she's really the one,
My mom is the one I look forward to seeing,
My mom is the one I idolize being,
She always seems so perfect,
That's what makes her so terrific,
Although there are times when things go wrong,
But they don't last very long,
There are our good times,
And then the bad times,
But mom's the one who knows best,
I'm the one she's putting to the test,
So I can live my life beautifully,
And be able to say "My mom made my life ossible...honestly"
She loves me very dearly,
That's why I want to get this poem out clearly,
Mother I love you with all my heart and soul,
I think you're a great mother and very cool,
So just remember that I love you,
And this poem is totally True!

Brittany Kay, OH

friends We Can Be
(this is dedicated to my sister, Christi)

I find myself careless
I don't always hear her out
I need to be more careful
Isn't that what friends are all about?!

I am opening my heart
I know she has so much to say
I can see it in her eyes
I will not turn her away

I talk about my life
My struggles and my fears
But what is she dealing with
Is she holding back her tears?

I want her to understand
How much I really care
I want her to be part of my life
There are things I want to share

I need to find a way
For her to open her heart to me
There are things I know she thinks about
Things I can't always see

God, open her,
Soften me,
Bind us closer
So friends we can be!

Kami C. Haitz
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Great poem. Whoever wrote it. SEND ME YOUR NAME.

MOTHER I HAVE ALWAYS WNATED A MOTHER WHO WAS A BEST FRIEND WITH YOU MOTHER
WE HAVE NOTHING I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED A MOTHER WHO I COULD TALK TO WITH YOU MOTHER
I KEEP TO MYSELF I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED A MOTHER WHO WAS UNDERSTANDING
WITH YOU MOTHER YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I GO THROUGH EVERY DAY TO PLEASE YOU
I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED A MOTHER WHO SPENT TIME WITH HER DAUGHTER WITH YOU MOTHER
WE DO NOTHING I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED A MOTHER WHO
COULD JUST BE THERE FOR HER DAUGHTER WITH YOU MOTHER I COULD NEVER COME TO YOU
I ASK YOU THESE QUESTIONS, MOTHER WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?
WHY DO WE NEVER DO THINGS TOGETHER? WHY CAN'T I COME TO YOU?
WHY AM I SO SCARED OF YOU? WHY DO I HAVE HATE FOR YOU?
MOM ALLS I WANT IS FOR YOU AND ME TO BE FRIENDS
I WANT TO BE ABLE TO TELL YOU WHATS ON MY MIND
I WANT TO BE ALBE TO GET RID OF THIS HATE I HAVE FOR YOU, MOTHER
I JUST WANT TO LOVE YOU WHAT CAN I DO TO GET YOU TO BE MY FRIEND?
I REALLY DON'T KNOW.I REALLY DON'T KNOW.

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