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My Fragile Glass Heart
This is a day of sadness and precious memories mixed in with tear drops as I feel like I have a fragile glass heart.
And I know its not Gods intention for it to get hurt but sometimes from me it parts.
And every time some one close or that I have heard of passing away a piece of my heart breaks off onto the softness of the ground.
And when that piece of glass falls each time it makes no sound.
It gets to the point of losing loved ones that I try to gather up all the glass pieces and to make my heart whole once again.
But I just don’t know if it can be done or when.
You love these beautiful people those you have known and even those not known before.
Because I perceive that God says of everyone they should be adored.
I did put back together my fragile glass heart.
But again I so want to bring each one back and to never again part.
Some how God let’s me hear them whisper in my ear as they say with our Father in Heaven all will be just fine.
As I say your all His children now but in my soul your still mine.
But now more have passed and my glass heart is beyond repair because it has been put together more times then a person could count Heavenly stars.
And even if I tried to gather them up they are away to far.
One more question when a person passes away why can’t their lives start all over as real Angels of earth ?
Because I feel their life is of great worth.
I acknowledge you gave us breathe to take then you eventually take it away.
But it leaves us broken and that emotion will everlastingly stay.
I am speaking for myself now I love you all even after your existence ends.
For the dainty Angels one day will fly through my open door and I’ll get to see my cherished ones once again.
Penny Osborne – Poet