If I had it to do all again. . .

February 2, 2009 at 6:42 pm · Filed under Humanity, life, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spirituality and tagged: arguments, cordieb, Daughters, fights, forget, forgive, forgiveness, life, Love, loveones, mental, mothers, peace, poem, Poetry, rage, regret, sorry, Spirituality, stress, u-turns

 
Art entitled "Regrets" courtesy of marmota, and is shared under a creative commons licence.

The following poem was inspired by Sunday Scribblings  , writing prompt # 148,  on regret.   "Got any? Things you wish you’d done differently? Things you wish you’d said or not said? Things you want to be sure to do and say now so that you don’t end up with regrets?"

Eternal Regret -I Forgive Myself; but Can’t Forget~By CordieB  

I’ve lived a lifetime of one regret

that’s dimmed with passing time; still yet

love and conscious won’t allow me to forget

 

And so I often trick my mind

to place sordid memories far behind

still… regret creeps in from time to time …

 

And then sometimes I even pretend

that day had actually not transcended

Imagine . . . starting anew again !!!

 

but reality knocks with raging force

thus I am left with grave remorse

perhaps that day changed my life’s course??

 

forever regretful, my heart still aches

but my God can NOT make mistakes

I convince myself for sanity’s sake

 

And so what IS, IS. What’s meant shall be

and that’s my whole tricked reality . . .

My life’s anchor through soul’s eternity  . . .

Regret’s but a piece of life that’s made me, me . . .

~Written in memory of my dear mother, Marion Wallace, who died of a massive heart attack when I was 15, shortly after we’d had a terrible argument and I had left the house.   I miss you, ma. 

~~CordieB.  

"Quote:  Imagine, in the midst of a heated argument, that the person you are arguing with suddenly clutches his/her heart, utters a cry, and falls dead at your feet. Where is your anger now?"  ~Unknown

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Bring the Boys Home

May 27, 2008 at 9:58 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: Bring the Boys Home, Daughters, Freda Payne, Iraq, Love, peace, Sons, Vietnam, War

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I can remember vividly listening to and singing this song so many times as a girl during the Vietnam War.  My brother was over in Nam, and I wished so much that he was back home with us.  Fortunately, he returned after his tours safe and sound, mentally and physically.  But he reminds us so often that there are so many who were not so fortunate.  Today, I would like to replay this song written in the 70′s for our “boys” in Nam and dedicate it to the many young men and woman serving in Iraq.  Bring them back alive!!!!!

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