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Remembering mom

We all love our youth … splashed across the windscreen of time …none can wipe it out … nor it contain …only moms memory of love does retain… closeted into the heart’s inner core


that alone makes us remember moms more….

as we walk the last leg alone…
kids about now unknown …
sans all as Shakespeare did say …
sans a breath for a new life today…
hope the walk will be one worth a while ….
which will upon our face bring a smile …

as mom again smiles
from that distant eternity…
we continue to live alone
in this lonesome fraternity ….

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This is quite a lovely piece for Mother, that you can see her face across those realms of eternity, this means that you can never be alone.
I suppose that one day at our own time, we will know the truth about all things, or there will be just an eternal blackness that we will not even be aware of.
I shall go for the former where our families and for me also Sadie can greet us and just be, as I have told Sadie that I will help her with the work she does.
Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

You can think alone
When times train …or spacecraft…takes you there …your final destination arrives ….reaching ones destination is not always as exciting…. as is the sojourn ….your journey ….alone you have by now...through tunnels of time have gone… and sad enough to say …though you have alone found your way… there will be no one …no Sadie …nor God …no kith …nor kin … no fat one …nor thin … no damsel …no damned guy …all would have already wished you a very happy forever goodbye… you shall alight at the junction of eternity…where there will be no fraternity…. only your own God implanted in imagination …a SPIRITUALITY …which shall help you to lean upon… if your minds imaginary skeleton is still strong…. ..all interred in the bon -fires here …go it alone my very friendly dear…. There will be no omen nor Amen… tis all left in the garbage of actuality bins out here…with my truthful sayings… friend adhere… I will also be near… but will there too …not ever you will I ever hear…


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We will think therefore we will be.
Alone or not those figures we see
Yours to you, in that great eternity
Mine to me, as even as yours, shall be.

We will both go gladly this sojourn
That is in the company of many.
Let us not fear that this time of ours
Where our last thoughts may be.

Hello! is this the station to eternity.

Those ones that walk and talk to me,
shall I deem myself so very mad
that these thoughts are so wrong
Even their God has forsaken them.

Will you promise me that in eternity
Should there be a place for you and me
That you will at least call my name
Call, Alexander, Ian.T, Yenti or Sparrow.

These names are all the same..

If all is well, I shall hear you and think with you again.
Yours, all of the above and the children.

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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