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*~*~*Sarah*~*~*
My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
I sat under an Oak tree on a summer
day, drinking ice cold soda and visiting with my Mother. "Don't forget your girlfriends," Mother advised, clinking the ice
cubes in her glass. No matter how much you love your husband, you are still going to need girlfriends. Remember to go places
with them now and then; do things with them. And remember that girlfriends are not only friends, but sisters, nieces, daughters
and other relatives too."
What a funny piece of advice, I thought.
Hadn't I just gotten married? Hadn't I just joined the couple-world? I was now a married woman, for goodness sake, not a young
girl who needed girlfriends.
But I listened to my Mom.
I kept in contact with my girlfriends
and made more each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, gradually I came to understand that Mom really knew what
she was talking about.
Here is what I know about Girlfriends:
Girlfriends bring casseroles and scrub
your bathroom when you need help.
Girlfriends keep your children and keep your
secrets.
Girlfriends give advice when you ask
for it. Sometimes you take it, sometimes you don't.
Girlfriends don't always tell you that
you're right, but they're usually honest.
Girlfriends still love you, even when
they don't agree with your choices.
Girlfriends might send you a birthday
card, but they might not. It doesn't matter in the least.
Girlfriends laugh with you, and you
don't need canned jokes to start the laughter.
Girlfriends pull you out of jams.
Girlfriends don't keep a calendar that
lets them know who hosted the last big party! !
Girlfriends will give a party for your
son or daughter when they get married or have a baby, in whichever order that comes!
Girlfriends are there for you, in an
instant and when the hard times come.
Girlfriends listen when you lose a job or
a friend.
Girlfriends listen when your children break
your heart.
Girlfriends listen when your parents health
fails.
My nieces, daughters, sisters, family,
and friends bless my life! When we began this adventure we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead.
Nor
did we know how much we would need each other.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On
a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or
gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music
won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When
the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better
slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it
tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you
never had time
To call and say,"hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music
won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry
through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take
it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
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Somewhere b
e t w e e n the procrastination.... and the homework..... and the
incessant forwards..... and the friendships..... and the calls to each other
complaining about crushes!!...... Somewhere
b e t w e e n the phone calls to old friends..... And the "I miss you's" & the "I love you's"....... And the "What are we doing tonight's?".....
And somewhere b e t w e e n all of the changing,
growing... Somewhere b e t w e e n the
classes........ And the skipping
classes...... And the studying for tests....... And the pretending to study for tests.......
And the downright NOT studying for tests... I forgot.......... I forgot what growing up
is all about. I forgot what it meant to cry....... I forgot that pretending
to be happy doesn't make you happy........... And that pretending to be smart
doesn't make you smart............ I forgot that you
can't just forget the past in fear of the future.......... I forgot that you can't control falling in love........... And that you
can't make yourself fall in love........... I learned that I can love.........
I learned that it's okay to mess up......... And it's okay to ask for help.........
And it's okay to feel like crud.......... I learned it's okay to complain and whine to all your friends for a whole day........ I learned that sometimes the things you want most you just can't have. I learned that the greatest thing about school isn't the Dances
or the DRiNKiNG or the hook-ups...
It's the friendships, which means taking
chances........ I learned that sometimes the things
we want to forget are the things which we most need to
talk about.......... I learned that letters from friends are the most important thing. And
that sending cards to your friends makes you feel better. But,
basically, I just learned that my friends........
Both o l d and new......... Are the most important people
to me in the world. And without
them, I wouldn't be who I am today..... So this is
a thank you to all of my friends. . For
always being there and I love you.
It Depends on Whose Hands Its In
A basketball in my hands
is worth about $19.
A basketball in Michael
Jordan's hands is worth about $33 million.
It depends
whose hands it's in.
A baseball in my hands
is worth about $6.
A baseball in Mark McGuire's
hands is worth $19 million.
It depends on whose hands
it's in.
A tennis racket is useless
in my hands.
A tennis racket in Venus Williams' hands is a championship winning.
It depends whose hands
it's in.
A rod in my hands will
keep away a wild animal.
A rod in Moses' hands
will part the mighty sea.
It depends
whose hands it's in.
A sling shot in my hands
is a child's toy.
A sling shot in David's
hand is a mighty weapon.
It depends whose hands
it's in.
2 fish and 5 loaves
of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches.
2 fish and 5 loaves of bread in God's hands will feed thousands.
It depends whose hands
it's in.
Nails in my hands might
produce a birdhouse.
Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will produce salvation for the entire world.
It depends whose hands
it's in.
As you see now it depends
whose hands it's in.
So put your concerns, your worries, your fears, your hopes, your dreams, your families and your relationships
in God's hands because...
It depends
whose hands it's in.
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself. Reach
out and tell someone what they mean
to you. Because when you decide that it is
the right time it might be too late.
Seize the day. Never have regrets. And most
importantly, stay close to your
friends and family, for they have helped make
the person that you are today.
Are you tired of all those sissy, mushy  "friendship"
poems that always sound good but never actually come close to reality?
Well, here is a series of promises that really speaks to true friendship! 
1. When you are sad,  ...I will get you drunk  (or gorge
on chocolate) and help you plot revenge against the sorry bastard
 who made you sad.
2. When you are blue,  ...I'll try to dislodge whatever is choking you. 
3. When you smile,
 ...I'll know you finally got laid. 
4. When you are scared,  ...I
will rag  you about it every chance I get.
5. When you
are worried, 
...I will tell you horrible stories  about how much worse it could be and to quit whining.
6.
When you are confused,  ...I
will use little words to explain. 
7. When you are sick,  ...stay away from me until you're well again.  I
don't want whatever you have.
8. When you fall, ...I will point and laugh  at your clumsy  ass.
This is my oath, ...I pledge 'til the end. Why you may ask?  Because you're my friend! 
Remember:
A friend will help you move.  A really
good friend will help you move a body. 
 Let me know if I ever need to bring a shovel.
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