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LIFE'S A STAGE

So many seeds I have not sown

Nor worldly riches do I own

Yet my life I would not trade

Nor the roles I have played

For isn't life just a stage

And we the actors as we age

Times in which we all grieve

Wear our hearts on our sleeve

There are births we celebrate

And death we see as we wait

Lots of heartache along the way

Yet I would not skip one day

Nor change the role that I play

For on this stage of life you see

So much love was shared with me

Even though they are all gone

All the love still lingers on

So I'll continue on life's stage

Until they call me for backstage

And on the final curtain call

I'll bid adieu to one and all.

Carolann 3-21-06

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A TREE AND A MEMORY

In the lot across from me

Stood a big majestic tree

I would climb it on a whim

Sit upon its great big limb

It's there I had my first kiss

Now I like to sit and reminisce

About the boy who sat with me

On a big old limb in that tree

Just fourteen and life was good

How I loved that neighborhood

On that tree I could day dream

Of far away places I'd never seen

In the winter time limbs so bare

Did not matter I still sat there

In the summer as her leaves grew

In my life always something new

I'd watch the blue jay build a nest

And think my life was just the best

Then one day I had to move away

Felt like I lost a friend that day

That tree was like a part of me

How I loved my majestic tree

So I quote what a poet wrote

"I think that I will never see

beauty like my majestic tree."

Carolann 2-18-06

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MARY CONNOR WHAT HOLDS YOU HERE

I have a spirit who lives with me

One day she took her life you see

She is confused will not move on

My home her refuge and her bond

A life of sadness and despair

She could not bare living here

So one day she took the rope

Tied it tightly round her throat

Kicked away the standing chair

Mary Connors, gone to where?

Now she still lingers in my home

In this place she calls her own

She will not walk towards the light

I do not know how to make it right

So Mary Connor walks the night

Wonder what she's searching for

As she waits inside my door.

Carolann 3/30/06

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A MESSAGE SENT ON ANGEL WINGS

Wish I could call you on the phone

whenever I'm feeling all alone,

I would call each night at seven

but there is no line to Heaven,

I'd just like to hear your voice

but if I really had my choice,

Think I'd like to see you smile

keep you with me for a while,

I'd tell you how I love you so

hug you close and not let go,

Instead I write to you a poem

meant for just you two alone,

And I'm sending all my love

on angels wings it soars above,

I send sweet kisses for you too

Mom and Sis, how I miss you.

Carolann

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A MOM'S NIGHTMARE (IRAQ)

Nothing left but memories,

of childhood days and Christmas trees,

a child who brought her so much joy,

this sweet beguiling boy.

Reading fairytales to him at night,

it brought her such delight,

to watch as he'd drift off to sleep,

this memory is hers to keep.

All gone now his little curls,

now it's proms and pretty girls,

the years flew by - he is a man,

she watched as his new life began.

Spread your wings - fly away,

the hardest words she had to say,

he left for college, now on his own,

she never felt so all alone.

One day he heard his country's call,

no hesitation he gave his all,

and so he left for Iraq,

her loving boy never did come back.

He died in a land far away,

now heartache lives with her each day,

sometimes she wonders if people care,

the sacrifices made over there.

So say a prayer for mom's left alone,

and all the boys who won't be home.

Carolann - 7/24/07

Also published in the Rockaway Paper called "The Wave" in dedication to mom's who have lost their children in war.

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THE GHOST IN THE PARK

While I was strolling after dark, I took a walk through the park

and seated on a bench nearby, a girl in lace caught my eye.

She welcomed me to sit by her and asked, do you live in town sir?

do you know a boy named Seth, we were just married, my name is Beth.

I left the church at Three P.M. I have not seen my Seth since then,

every night I roam this place, yet I can not find one familiar face.

As I started to answer this, she disappeared like a mist,

now the story that goes around, on that day the church burned down.

Beth was buried beneath holy ground, poor Seth's body never found,

she cannot rest till her Seth is home, she roams the park all alone.

So in the park beneath the light, Beth may beckon you tonight.

Carolann Crowley - redone on 11/01/07

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A CUP OF TEA

One night while sitting all alone

a voice called out anyone home,

I am I answered, please come up

just made some tea, come have a cup,

I heard the footsteps on my stairs

then they stopped, no one was there,

Hello I called out, where are you?

I'm at your table in plain view,

Now as I sat frozen in my chair

I looked around, no one was here,

The tea cup rose, floated in the air

I heard thank you for the tea, my dear.

Carolann Crowley - 11/08/07

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