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														| God gave me two angles, Both so lovely, sweet and kind
 They are so dear to me
 And always on my mind.
 
 One a mamas girl,
 The other preferred her dad.
 At times it was a lot of help
 And other times it made me mad.
 
 They are as different
 As night is to day,
 But they had a lot in common.
 When it was time to play.
 
 One had blond hair
 And she is short and small
 While the others hair was brown
 Very slim and very tall.
 
 Wonderful mothers they both
 Turned out to be.
 One with two children,
 The other one had three.
 
 One is now in heaven
 With our Father up above,
 But I still feel her presence,
 I still feel her Love.
 
 The other a medical assistant,
 And a fine one too.
 She followed her dreams,
 And went back to school.
 
 By Louise Alley
 May 10, 1999
 Revised March 24, 2001
 
 
 
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														| AND YOUR MEMORY GOES ON
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														| No matter how many years You have been gone.
 Your memories to me
 Will continue to linger on.
 Through the years,
 Until the end of my time.
 Your memory my dear
 Will be on my mind.
 We all have to part at sometime,
 This I know.
 But a little too soon
 That man caused you to go.
 A Grandmother,
 now you would be,
 With four little ones
 To add to our family tree.
 Jordyn, a lively,
 Very active little boy.
 And our Precious Diane,
 Both give us much joy.
 Then Kathy married Marcus
 With a child of his own, so that made three
 Then she gave birth to Nathan
 Who is cute as can be.
 I know you would be proud
 As all the rest of us.
 With oughing and awing
 And making a fuss.
 So your memory goes on,
 As one can easily see.
 Your children, having children
 Adding to our Family Tree.
 
 We miss you Diane,
 Love, Mother
 
 By Louise Alley
 March 15, 2003.
 Revised August 25 2009
 
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														| GIVING THANKS
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														| Thanksgiving Day comes, But once a year,
 But  everyday we should give
 Thanks and never fear.
 Whether we are sick
 Or well, rich or poor,
 We should give
 Thanks forevermore.
 There are times in our life
 That may cause us to be sad,
 We may loose a loved one or
 Maybe we have done something bad.
 But no matter what
 Life has in store
 We should give Thanks
 And Praise God evermore.
 He will always be with us,
 In every way,
 So don't forget to praise Him
 And give Thanks everyday.
 
 By Louise Alley
 Nov. 25, 1999
 
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														| TOGETHER AGAIN
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														| There is not a day That she is not on my mind,
 With Loving memories
 And fun filled times.
 
 I know one day
 I will see her again,
 I will hold her and hug her
 And I will take her hand.
 
 We will walk in God's presence,
 Together we will be.
 Hand in hand
 My beautiful daughter and me.
 
 By Louise Alley
 March 15, 2001
 
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														| STRUGGLE
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														| Life has always been a struggle, Ever since I was a child.
 We ate mostly beans and 'tators,
 Which mother served with a smile.
 
 We never had much money,
 But we were wealthy with bunches of Love,
 And we had our share of blessings,
 Sent from our Father up above.
 
 Daddy was a hard worker,
 We usually lived on a farm.
 Mother kept the house clean,
 Even when it was as cold as a barn.
 
 My hair was always curled,
 Our clothes were ironed and neat.
 On week-ends we would have company,
 With a smile one their faces, ready to eat.
 
 And now it is still a struggle
 For my husband and me.
 But there is always food on the table,
 For which we are thankful as can be.
 
 By Louise Alley
 
 Dec. 16, 1999
 
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														| THE PAIN IS STILL THERE
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														| Another year since that awful day, And that horrable wreck that took you away.
 The pain is still there as if time has stood still,
 Will it ever go away, no, I don't believe it will.
 As we should, We're trying to go on with our life,
 The kids are ok and  Jerry has a new wife.
 They are all very happy as you would want them to be,
 With her two kids that makes seven in the family.
 Holidays are still hard to make it through,
 As well as the day of your death and your birthday too.
 I  still cry a lot cause I miss you so much
 Your sweet loving  smile and your soft gentle touch.
 The pain is still there as if time has stood still,
 Will it ever go away, no, I don't believe it will.
 
 DIANE--I Love you so much--mother
 
 By Louise Alley
 Feb. 25, 1998
 
 
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														| PICTURES
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														| I look at your pictures And what do I see?
 Your beautiful face
 Looking back at me.
 Your eyes that are glowing
 Your hair looks a lot like mine .
 A nose that looks like your dads.
 With lips sweet as any wine.
 I think of the pleasure
 you brought me, my child.
 Which were given to me
 For such a short while.
 But now all those pictures
 With your memories so good.
 I would gladly trade places,
 If only I could.
 
 By Louise Alley
 March 16, 2002
 
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														| RAIN
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														| Last night I heard the rain fall and thought of how we are blessed.
 God gave us rainfall,
 so in harvest time we can fill our chest.
 In spring the grass is green
 and the beautiful flowers begin to grow.
 And our garden we plant
 with things lined up in a row.
 And then summer comes
 and we all go out to swim.
 And so many times we don't
 even stop and give thanks to Him.
 Our life is full
 there is so much to do.
 We don't give thanks for the rain
 which is filling the pool.
 Then comes autumn when it is
 time to reap what we sow.
 But do we give thanks
 as we keep on the go?
 And winter too is lovely
 with snow on the ground.
 Do we give thanks
 for all that we've found?
 Yes, God gave us four seasons
 with rain in due time,
 So I stop now and give thanks
 for that which He lets me call "mine".
 And I thank Him for the rain
 which fell in the night.
 And now at the crack of dawn
 for the sun which gives us light.
 
 By Louise Alley
 April 11, 2000
 
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														| MY BROTHER
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														| My brother shows Love in so many ways,
 If you do a  good deed
 You're bound to get praise.
 He has a soft heart,
 But it's a big one as well.
 He laughs and he jokes
 And he has stories to tell.
 If you ever need him
 He'll be there as quick as he can,
 To lend you his ear
 Or to hold your hand.
 He is Loved by so many
 It is hard to define,
 But he's a finicky eater
 When it comes time to dine.
 Yes he's my older brother,
 David is his name.
 But I call him Bubba
 I'm willing to proclaim
 
 By Louise Alley
 Feb. 11,1999
 
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														| MY FRIENDS
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														| I have so many Dear Friends, It is hard to name them all.
 They are all different sizes,
 Tall, short, big and small.
 Some I have worked with,
 Some I talk to on the phone.
 While others, we meet and have a good time,
 And some I visit in their home.
 Others send me e-mail,
 and I send them some too,
 But all of them, I know I can count on,
 If I am feeling blue.
 Or if I am happy,
 I know I can share that as well.
 And if I tell them a secret,
 I know they will not tell.
 
 By Louise Alley
 November 1, 2000
 
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														| MY DADDY
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														| Today would be his Birthday Eighty-six he would have been today,
 If that cancer had not got him,
 and took his life away.
 
 Such a strong, kind, loving
 And gentle man was he.
 He had much love for his family,
 and I know that he Loved me.
 
 He had no education,
 He could neither read nor write.
 But he was so smart and,
 In other ways he was really bright.
 
 His hands were so strong,
 but he had such a gentle touch.
 He called me his Baby,
 And I LOVED him so much.
 
 Daddy was a hard worker,
 But there were times he loved to play.
 We would get together with family or friends
 And play 42 sometimes all day.
 
 Mother is now with him,
 They are now side by side.
 I know they truly Loved each other,
 As their Love, they never tried to hide.
 
 By Louise Alley
 August 6, 2000
 
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														| MOTHER SWEET MOTHER
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														| Your sweet smiling eyes Your faint little touch.
 Through your many years,
 You've suffered so much.
 Losing both your parents
 In just about a years time.
 I know the heart ache,
 As now I've lost both of mine.
 Through all the surgeries,
 Suffering and pain,
 You considered it a blessing
 And never complained.
 And losing your sweet husband,
 Lover and friend,
 You kept on going
 And picked up the pieces again.
 Mother sweet mother,
 I'll miss you so much,
 Your sweet smiling eyes,
 Your faint little touch.
 
 By Louise Alley
 Revised Jan.19,1999
 
 I had written this poem before mother's death but revised it afterward.
 
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														| MY SWEET LEE
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														| When I was young, I prayed to our Father above To give me someone that would be easy to Love.
 God answered that prayer as you can see,
 That kind wonderful man is my Sweet Lee.
 It gives me a thrill when I hold his hand,
 His is such a wonderful, kind and gentle man.
 I smile when I see him walking towards me,
 And he always smiles back so tenderly.
 We have our differences, there is no doubt,
 But nothing our Love hasn't helped us work out.
 Many trials during our marriage we have had,
 And a lot of our life has really been sad.
 He use to treasure hunt in his spare time,
 It would give him a thrill to dig up a penny, nickle or dime.
 He loves to read and listen to Mozart,
 He has strong hands and a big soft heart.
 An auto mechanic is his life's trade,
 But he wishes in school he had stayed.
 God blessed us with three children, two girls and a boy,
 Being a father has been his great job.
 He was so proud a grandfather to be,
 Five grandchildren to add to our family tree.
 I'm so happy God gave him to me,
 The LOVE OF MY LIFE my SWEET LEE.
 
 By Louise Alley
 July 29, 1996
 
 And our family continues to grow as now we have 6 beautiful great grandchildren, one step great grandson and a step granddaughter, who both are loved just as much as the others.
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														| "Robert"
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														| Robert oh Robert our only boy, So proud of him, our great job.
 In all the sports he was the best,
 And without studying, he passed all his tests.
 He is an artist is so many ways,
 But in his room, he chooses to stay.
 Our sweet little boy where did you go,
 I Love him so much, I want him to know.
 It breaks my heart to see him wasting his life,
 Never any children, never a wife.
 He is no longer a child, he is now a man,
 I wish I could hug him and hold his hand.
 "God please heal his mind" is what I pray,
 I know it will be done one of these days.
 
 By Louise Alley
 June 27, 1996
 
 Robert got alcohol poisoning at the age of 15 which cause irreversible brain damage which caused schizophrenia and agoraphobia,(he refused to take medication) so he doesn't get out much at all.
 Robert is now 47.
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														| My Baby Girl " Dailene"
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														| She was quite a surprise, but a joy to us all, She grew up too fast, always having a ball.
 With a mind of her own, had to learn for herself,
 She seemed to put her feelings upon a top shelf.
 With never a care or so it seemed,
 Ran away from home at the age of fourteen.
 She thought she had met the man of her life,
 But all he gave her was misery and strife.
 Out of that mistake something good came,
 A sweet little girl, Amanda's her name.
 A few years later she met another guy,
 But short was that dream, as he had a roaming eye.
 Again a mistake, but came a bundle of joy
 This time our Michael, a precious little boy.
 She says many lessons, she has now learned,
 But to get other respect, it has to be earned.
 A nurse she wants to be, so it's to school at last,
 I know she'll be a good one, with no questions asked.
 
 By Louise Alley
 June 11, 1996
 
 It took years before Dailene got a level head on her shoulders, but now one couldn't ask for a better daughter.  Sometimes I think it might have been her sisters death that helped her grow up.  She hasn't made it to nurses school yet, but she is in the medical field as a Medical Assistant and doing very well.  She is on her fourth husband, but I am sure he is a keeper. She finally chose someone a lot like her Daddy and we love him as if he were our own son.  We told her if this marriage didn't work, she could leave and we will keep him...(-: They have been married 5 years, the others never made it past the first year.
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														| In Loving Memory of "Diane"
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														| Our first born, our pride and joy, Quiet as a child, pretending to be coy.
 Eyes that sparkle, hair glistening in the sun,
 The smile of an angle, always on the run.
 God gave her to us, but for a short while,
 Now she is with him to be his child.
 We don't know why, Short was her life,
 As she was a wonderful mother and loving wife.
 Three lovely children, ages fifteen, twelve and nine.
 With each passing day, she is on our mind.
 A marvelous daughter, older sister of two,
 We miss her cards, her call and visits too.
 Our hears ache as we miss her so much,
 Her beautiful smile and her soft gentle touch.
 
 By Louise Alley
 June 4, 1996
 
 This is the first poem I wrote after Diane's death, she was killed on March 16th and her birthday would have been June 19th, so I wrote this poem and put it in the local newspaper as a memorial to her.
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														| Trials
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														| When I think of all the sadness In my life that I have known,
 I know all to often how
 I have let that sadness be shown.
 I know to much of the time
 I over react,
 And because of my fears
 It's my loved ones I attack.
 This make me realize how much we need
 The love of each other,
 And I should strive to be strong as I
 Need to show strength as a wife and a mother.
 But I also need loving acts,
 Unexpected calls and sweet surprise,
 To strengthen me for more trial
 Which is bound to arise.
 
 By Louise Alley
 June 13, 1986
 
 
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											| When our daughter was killed in a car wreck in 1996, I started writing poems, a type of therapy I suppose.
Well actually I had written a few before then, but many I didn't think to keep and boy am I sorry about that now.
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