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We see the road before us
The path is hard to climb The burdens they seem endless Our life is so designed
 Our disappointments gather We're lost within the maze We gather all our spirit And yet we feel dismayed
We're told that things get better And true they always do But pain within a moment Can linger through and through
We think we know the answer
And yet in life we find
That pain is part of living
And so we start that climb
Each day a new beginning
With past from which we learn
That we are all embodied
With power of return
Hope the only answer
In every day that's given
Our hearts and mind in journey
Of each new day we're living
So put the past behind you
Let your spirit rest
For you are but the catalyst
Of what you know is best
Time is of the essence
Of every burden shared
We're in this all together
And hope is always there.
~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright November 1, 2007
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I
originally wrote this poem for
my Inspiration site
but my
beloved friend Nora who is a
breast cancer
survivor was so moved by it that
she asked me to put it
in this
special site, and so I have.
She
wrote a special poem in answer
to it
and I
thought it was beautiful,
sensitive and
caring
coming from someone who has been
through
the
biggest battle of her life.
It goes
~
It filters
thru dense forests
of endless hopeless dreams
All darkness turns to
daylight
As shadows of the past...
My life is always
brightened
Because you are the
light...
Like beacon in the darkness
In stormy seas in life...
Tears like falling rain...
You guide me thru the
darkness
To endless calming
shores...
For I am but the captain...
You the hope...my light...
Like tiny ray of sunshine
To lead us out of darkness
Thank you for being there
(P.S. .....I may be the
teacher...but to me you are
the guiding light...:)
Nora Lea Greig Sands
©Copyright
November 4, 2007
An
explanation for the "Frances W"
both Nora and I were
brought
up by the Good Shepherd Nuns of
Brooklyn and
my name
"Francine" was not considered a
Christian name
and so
they used to call me Frances and
then they added
the W.
because my Polish name was very
difficult to pronounce
and
spell. So when Nora wants to get
to my heart she always
calls
me "Frances W." ~ It works every
time.
Nora
was the scholar of the two of
us, I struggled but she
excelled in all her work and so
she was nick named
"Professor" by me. By the end of
our schooling I had
made
honor roll every quarter and
that was thanks to
my
beloved friend and "Professor"
Nora.
Thanks
Professor ~ Love Frances W.
  
Midi
Entitled
"Beautiful"
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