Eileen "O" Gals Heart

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Saturday, January 20, 2007

His front door

Was it a dream? No is it a vision that is seen. It played out before my eyes. There was no emotion for this tide. No walls found, just music all around. Instruments played notes unknown. Beautiful glory was the tone. The vastness was full of spirits not only in human form. There were also Angels... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 19, 2007

Spirit of Christina Marie 10/14/85 - 4/14/04

©†¥†© I sit here and think about every were you have been. The morning that you came to me, riding in the wind. Seeing through your spirit as you gently stroked my arm. You said to me so lovely, with your soft-spoken charm, ""I love you mama"". My how you warmed my heart! Just then I woke to find... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Li'l Flirt

©†¥†© ©†¥†© I hope I am alive to see that you turn king. Nevertheless, as a prince you know this may just be a whim. A Prince comes in different statues and bling. The best thing of all is you have the personality. Your smile so bright no man can discern. Which Son is shinning? My heart just took a... Sign in to see full entry.

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A Gaze

©†¥†© When I look into your holiness.There is so much forgiveness. When I gaze into your loveliness.It was so profound to us. When all things surround,Your wings protect us. They become shadows in the light of you. These words cannot explain the all encompassment. I worship you to feel alive again.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Grand Son

Oh, Hands, fingers and toes only a grandma knows. How intricate they are more than just his charm. Smother me with delight all the days of my life. Little hands fingers and toes even the button nose. The pure love that you have I hope is in the bag. Even though you are far away, you are as close as... Sign in to see full entry.

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Feeling sorry for me I take care of people but do not take care of me. I try to be an example but the example is made of me. I am professional in the work field, but at home a menial me. I have a family but the family ignores me. I love all people but they do not love me. When I have pity party’s no one comes to see me. I am alone but not lonely.

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