Joyce Brenda Pattison

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Each night when we are sleeping
Our Angels take a peek
To make sure we're all tucked up
And soundly off to sleep

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They always stay around us
Until first light appears
And gently without knowing
They wipe away our tears

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Although we dont see them
We sence their presence near
Again when we are sleeping
They'll whisper in our ear

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Please dont be unhappy
Nothing for you to fear
Think of me and smile again
Im your Angel,always near
copyright© Vicky Deaville 2009

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Love always Vicky xxxx

Vickys Angels

November 30, 2010

God only takes the best

God looked around his garden and he found an empty place,
And then he looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful, he always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering; he knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids and whispered “Peace be thine”.
It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn’t go alone,
For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.

Emma Wright (Granddaughter)

June 13, 2009

we miss you nana

were a bright spark,
That shone like a star,
You touched so many hearts,
Now we are apart,
Memories of you are kept locked in my heart,
At least you’re in no more pain,
One day we’ll meet again,
Through your life,
You’ve made so many people happy,
As you were a cheerful, warm-hearted lady,
Now that you are gone,
We all have to try carry on,
Even though you’re an angel,
With you not here with me is really painful,
When I think of you,
I remember all the things you used to do,
I miss you nana,
More and more,
I just can’t stop the tears that form.

love and miss you..from all your grandchildren

Carol Wright (Daughter)

May 16, 2009

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Carol Wright (Daughter)

May 16, 2009

My Rock (My Mom)
Sometimes I catch myself
Thinking, "When I phone,
I can talk of this or that!"
Then remember, I'm alone

She was always there
To answer my calls -
To listen to my "small talk"
Or when I climbed the walls.

At times, I didn't feel like talking
And somehow, she understood -
Didn't say she wished I'd call
Or make me feel like I should.

Now, I wish I would have
More times, to show I cared -
To say, just how important
Were, all those times we shared.

I could have shown my love
So much more than I did -
I never, did it enough
Even when I was a kid.

Now it's too late to do or say
All those things I wish I had -
No way to ease the pain inside
When my heart is sad.

She was my "anchor" to this life -
The "rock", that I clung to -
The place, where I could turn
When, nowhere else would do.
Now, the ravages of time
Have worn my "rock" away -
And all I have to cling to
Are memories of yesterday.

Carol Wright (Daughter)

May 16, 2009

Your mother is always with you... She's the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street.
She's the smell of bleach in
your freshly laundered socks.
She's the cool hand on your
brow when you're not well.
Your mother lives inside
your laughter. She's crystallized
in every tear drop...
She's the place you came from,
your first home.. She's the map you
follow with every step that you take.
She's your first love and your first heart
break....and nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, Not space...
Not even death....
will ever separate you
from your mother....
You carry her inside of you....
- Author Unknown.

Karen Morton

May 11, 2009