Myles Nailen

The spirit of christmas

I have a list of people I know
All written in a book
And every year at Christmastime
I go and take a look
And that is when I realise
That those names are a part
Not of the book they're written in
But of my very heart
For each name stands for someone
Who has crossed my path some time
And in that meeting they've become
A treasured friend of mine
And once you've met some people
The years can not erase
The memory of a pleasant word
Or a friendly face
So when I send a Christmas card
That is addressed to you
It's because you're on that list
Of folk I'm indebted to
And you are one of many folk who
In times past I've met
And happen to be one of those
I don't want to forget
And whether I have known you for
Many years or few
In some way you have a part in
Shaping things I do
This, the spirit of Christmas, that
Forever and ever endures
May it leave it richest blessing
In the hearts of you and yours.

Mum To Joseph And Christopher

December 14, 2007

angels- our helpers our friends

words for our gts friends love from lillias xx

Do you know you have a helper
walking by your side?
Do you sense a gentle presence
from which you cannot hide?
This helper is your angel
Who was chosen at your birth,
To guide and comfort you
Whilst you lived your life on earth,
so, talk to your angel-
the best friend you'll ever see,
and you shall feel such happiness
as, from troubles, you break free,
They walk beside you always
as you face each day annew,
and are there throughout your life
to guide and comfort you

barabara j lang

Mum To Joseph And Christopher

November 5, 2007

good night god bless

It happens without warning
Time and Time again,
I go and join the flow
But still - Remember when.

You were there to share it all
That made it all worth while,
The memories keep flooding back
And once again I smile.

Then reality returns to me
And once again you`re gone,
If only this little dream i have
Could simply just go on.

I try and hide the heartache
But i feel it none the less,
Here`s my present and some flowers
I miss you.... Goodnight, God Bless

John Nailen (Son)

July 1, 2007

A LETTER FROM HEAVEN

TO my dearest family,

some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.

I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.

Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.



Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.

Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.

That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,

God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."



It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.

As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.

I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.

There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."



God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.

And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.

And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.

God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.



When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years

because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.

But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.

Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.



I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.

But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.

But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.

I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.



There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;

but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.

It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...

that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.



If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,

then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."

And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,

knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.



So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,

just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.

When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;

I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.



And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,

remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

~Author~

Ruth Ann Mahaffey

©Copyright 1998

Written in memory of my late husband, Richard Mahaffey

Sheila Mum To Ian And Wife Of Trev (passerby)

May 15, 2007