Saturday, November 26, 2011

Saturday's Sayings - First… Walk a Mile in My Shoes

Saturday's Sayings

First… Walk a Mile in My Shoes

Many poems in today's post are thanks to "Grieving Mothers"

I am wearing a pair of shoes.

They are ugly shoes.

Uncomfortable shoes.

I hate my shoes.

Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.

Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.

Yet, I continue to wear them.

I get funny looks wearing these shoes.

They are looks of sympathy.

I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.

They never talk about my shoes.

To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.

To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.

But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.

I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.

There are many pairs in this world.

Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.

Some have learned how to walk in them so they don’t hurt quite as much.

Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.

No woman deserves to wear these shoes.

Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.

These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.

They have made me who I am.

I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.

~Author Unknown 


Angel in Heaven

There's a special Angel in Heaven

that is a part of me.

It is not where I wanted her

but where God wanted her to be.

She was here but just a moment

like a nighttime shooting star.

And though she is in Heaven

she isn't very far.

She touched the heart of many

like only an Angel can do.

We held her every minute

for the end we all knew.

So I send this special message

to the Heaven up above.

Please take care of my Angel

and send her all my love.

~Author Unknown~

contributed by Grieving Mother, G. T.


A Thanksgiving Prayer for Grieving Families

Dear Father who art in Heaven...

Please join our family on this Thanksgiving day

And bless each one as we sit down to pray

As we remember those who have joined You above

So dearly missed and deeply loved.

Please provide us strength on this Thanksgiving day

Bless us with memories of those faraway...

Please grant patience to family and friends as we grieve

And help us reach out to others who are bereaved.

We give thanks to You on this Thanksgiving day....

For Your presence in our lives each and everyday.

For Your comfort, guidance, and never ending love...

And for taking care of our loved Heaven above.

As we light this candle on this Thanksgiving day...

And it glows in memory of those in Heaven today....

May their lights always shine down on us and give us light...

And may we feel their presence along with Yours tonight.

May the peace and tranquility of this Thanksgiving day

Be an everlasting light within each of us along the way...

Lets bow our heads and give our Thanks to God above..

For our blessings, whether on earth or in Heaven above...


~Grieving Mothers


Walk With Me...

Walk With Me

Walk with me…

Walk in my shoes

for one single day.

Then you’ll see why

I need to pray.

Come live in my home

for a week or two

and then remember

I am just like you.

I didn’t ask for the things I was given

I didn’t choose this road I have taken

Walk a mile with me hand in hand

Then perhaps you will understand.

I’m not really complaining

about the stress in my life,

I know that we all have

some toil and some strife.

But walk with me, when you think

I am wrong, walk with me

and you’ll start to belong.

Embrace my sorrows,

like they are your own,

And then you will know me

And see I have grown.

The journey I take

is different from yours

My life took one of those

unexpected detours,

But this road that I travel

is not really so long,

If the people who watch me

will join in my song.

Listen to my footsteps

and watch how I dance

And then you will know me

and give me a chance.

Take heart and remember

It can happen to you,

who knows where my pathway

will cross over to you?

So speak to me softly

if you can’t understand

Remember I once stood

right there where you stand.

And walk with me gently

when the day is at end.

And then I will know

I can call you my friend.

~Author unknown



Every Holiday, we're greeted

By that ever empty chair.

Your place is always plated

In hopes that You are there.

Some say, You weren't invited,

But this day is just for You,

With prayers of thanks and blessings

And this invitation, Oh! So true.

A table sat for nine

When only eight are there

For this day in our lives,

With You, we want to share.

And when we laugh, or eat, or drink,

Each moment shared again;

Then I know that You have joined us

And each time.... I say Amen.

~Carolyn Ford Witt


Thanksgiving Day Go Away

Today is Thanksgiving what words can I say

Since my loved one was taken away

The anger,the grief the sorrow I feel

In my mind this is not real

We used to celebrate with family and friends

Now we are like the plague and avoided again

Nothing I did could change what I went through

All the torment I suffer all because I miss you

So as Thanksgiving begins on this day

I have no one to share for they went away

My day is empty and feel nothing but pain

Wishing you were here with me once again

So Thanksgiving to me is just another day

As I feel empty with no words left to say

Remember the good times and not the bad

For then in your heart (we) will be glad

I hope in time (we) will find peace and love

Sent by an Angel from God Above.

~Robert Walters Sr.


Unless You Have Walked In My Shoes

Please don't tell me to be strong

To be wise and stand up tall

Please don't urge me to move on

Don't treat me as if I am a pawn.

I'm not heartless, callous and cold;

I'm not brave nor very bold

I'm not as tough as I need to be

So understand, that's just not me!

It's not advice I seek from you

Just stand by me; let me work it through

And though I fight daily to stay alive

With family and friends I will survive.

Don't be so eager to be my judge

Unless you have walked in my shoes!

And though I don't hold a grudge

I'm still battered and bruised.

~by "Grieving Mothers"


First Thanksgiving

The thought of being thankful

fills my heart with dread.

They’ll all be feigning gladness,

not a word about her said.

These heavy shrouds of blackness

enveloping my soul,

pervasive, throat-catching

writhe in me, and coil.

I must, I must acknowledge,

just express her name,

so all sitting at the table,

know I’m thankful that she came.

Though she’s gone from us forever

and we mourn to see her face,

not one minute of her living,

would her death ever replace.

So I stop the cheerful gathering,

though my voice quivers, quakes,

make a toast to all her living.

That small tribute’s all it takes.

~Genesse Bourdeau Gentry

TCF, Marin/San Francisco, CA


Walk A Mile In My Shoes

I've been to hell and back on a rocky path of shards

falling along the way

I've played in fenced grassy yards

on a sunny day

I know what its like to win

I know what its like to lose

if you want to go to places I've been

walk a mile in my shoes

I've been accepted applauded respected by people along the way

I've been stepped on kicked beat rained on till I was wet on a cloudy day

sometimes its not what you choose

if you don't believe me

walk a mile in my shoes

I've been beat down thrown around

had my days of blues

I've been helped praised let down raised

by people with different views

if you want to see what its like

to be me

walk a mile in my shoes

just when I had enough times were too rough

sick of bad news

leaving town looking down

lost all I could lose

I noticed . . .

I was walking in your shoes

~Ernest Clary


‎"Losing our child/children did not guarantee us that we would receive compassion and understanding from others. It did not guarantee us that family and friends would understand our pain, our heartbreak, our actions, our choices. It did not guarantee us that we would receive no more trial in our lives. Quite the opposite...we lose family and friends, we have been told to "get over it" "move on" to stop crying....well, one thing it does guarantee us is that we will meet the people we are supposed to meet, the ones who care, the ones who understand and I am thankful for those who have held my hand through this nightmare of a journey through grief for the past 7 1/2 years. Love you ALL!! Adam

~by Grieving Mother, M. H.


See everybody's got their own problems that they are going through.
I take it day by day, it's the only thing that I can do.
So I live for me as you live for you
But you can't be me...
unless you walk in my shoes.

Pictures, thanks to Grieving Mothers


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