Melody's Song

You came suddenly & then were gone.

As in my dream, you were just "there".

Though I was there for you, you couldn't hold on...

And now in grief, I breathe despair.

You are but just a brief memory

Of a tiny brown-haired little girl;

So frail, yet like a sweet melody,

Your song will play in another World.

You're not a dream - you're very real.

I saw you briefly before you were gone.

From my body, death did steal

My precious, tiny, little one.

I thought my grief would claw my soul

And rip my heart from within my chest;

Yet God's loving mercy has made me whole...

Through another precious child, I'm blessed.

I cherish my children as gifts from the Lord...

His abundant kindness is exceedingly great --

Yet I will remember forever, the child I briefly adored,

And our reunion will be well worth the wait!

Love always, your mother

Feb 27, 2001

( © Cari Kissel....This is dedicated to all those who have lost a child through miscarriage or premature death)

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Getting Older

What is it about getting older that has people cringing? Why are we afraid of wrinkles, gray hair, & that pudge around the mid-section that just takes up residence & refuses to leave? Why is "looking older" such a bad thing? Is it because we no longer look like the vibrant, energetic individual that we once were in our youth? Why are we afraid to look less vibrant, less young? Does it make us feel vulnerable? Less attractive? Less capable? Or does it scare us because it represents an approach to a time when we may be less able to take care of ourselves or to even protect ourselves from harm? Does it make us fear that our spouse will leave us & trade us in for a newer model?

Woe Is Me!!

Stop the world....I want to get off!!

I can't take it anymore.

Everything I do takes effort.

Life itself is such a chore!

Always tired despite the hours

I have spent in slumber sweet.

I awake in full exhaustion,

Dreading the coming day to meet.

I can't stop my head from pounding,

Despite all efforts that I make.

I'm tired of meds & so-called healing.

Much more of this I cannot take.

I have many plans before me....

Places to go & things to do.

I want life to be worth living....

Life for me is far from through.

I'm just worn out from the journey

That I have to make each day...

Just to function for the moment.

All that's left to do is pray.

I have faith in my sweet Father.

I believe that He loves me.

I pray that with His help & guidance,

I'll be the best that I can be!

© Cari Kissel 1994

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Oh the Things Republicans Will Do

An interesting thing happened on the way to the White House. A boorish, loud-mouthed individual entered the ring & decided to try his hand at running for President of the United States of America. No, I'm not referring to Kanye West. Let's talk instead about Donald Trump. Mr. Trump has surely made following the presidential campaign race quite a spectacle to behold. From insults, to name-calling, to snide innuendos & highly offensive comments, this billionaire-turned-candidate has certainly spiced up the Republican Party's race for President.

Things My Dog Has Taught Me

My dog Maggie died on March 11, 2015, following a very determined fight against cancer. Her death was sudden & unexpected because although she was slowing down, she had more good days than bad. She died unexpectedly on one of her good days. This post is in tribute to a wonderful dog. She & I had a special bond. I will love her forever. I will miss her till I die. These are the things Maggie has taught me:

Being Available or Being Meddlesome: The Difference

I'm going to mix it up a bit & shoot straight from the hip. I'm being very transparent here on a post that can be viewed from anywhere in the world, since this is a public blog. Sometimes however, a person's gotta do what a person's gotta do. The following subject matter has bothered me for some time & I suspect that others can relate.

I like to help others. I feel compassion & empathy for those who are hurting or who just need simple kindness shown to them. I'm naturally helpful, so much so, that it can be annoying to some & exhausting to me! The problem with trying to be of service/assistance toward others is that rather than it giving me joy, it often bites me in the butt.