| Location | Doncaster |
| Age | 51 years |
| Cause of Death | Not Listed? |
| Date of Birth | 26/04/1958 |
| Date of Death | 26/08/2009 |
| Visitors | 5,868 since 09/09/2009 |
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The tender touch of angel wings,
Brush softly past your face;
Summoned by soft spoken prayers,
To stand here in this place.
Called to keep and guard you,
To touch your heart with love;
Sent as special messengers,
From a holy place above.
Sent to whisper words of peace,
To calm a restless soul;
Sent to watch you as you sleep,
Their angel wings unfold.
They cover you with tenderness,
They watch your slumbering face;
They call you into peaceful rest,
As they stand here in this place.
They walk beside you every step,
As you go about your day;
Their mission is to guard you,
As you travel on your way.
So if you feel a tender touch,
A breeze upon your face;
Just know I prayed for angels,
To keep you in this place.
~ Allison Chambers Coxsey 1994
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If
If there are fireflies,
There must be fairies,
And if there are fairies,
There must be a forever.
John Bliven Morin 2011
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I see you in the sun rise
On a brand new morn
I see you in the rose
That unfolds from bud
To perfect bloom
I hear you in the
Bird’s song
As they sing
At early dawn
I feel you in the
Gentle breeze
As you softly
Caress my skin
And at the end
Of the day
When the sun
Goes to sleep
The moon awakes
The stars come
Out to light
The sky
Again I see you
Shining down
On me from afar
Copyright© Leza 21.1.2012
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When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
And Violets are done --
When Bumblebees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the Sun --
The hand that paused to gather
Upon this Summer's day
Will idle lie -- in Auburn --
Then take my flowers -- pray!
by Emily Dickinson
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Butterfly Wishes
Yesterday a butterfly
Came floating gently through the sky
He soared up through the atmosphere
Then drifted close enough to hear
I said “I’d love to fly with you
And sail around the way you do
It looks like it would be such fun
To fly up towards the summer sun
But I have not got your graceful charm
I haven’t got wings, just these two arms
I’ve been designed to walk around
My human feet must touch the ground
Then magically he spoke to me
And told me what his wish would be
He said “What I’d love most to do
Is walk upon god’s earth with you
To squish it’s mud between my toes
Or touch my finger on my nose
I’d love just once to walk around
With human feet to touch the ground
But I have not two legs that swing
I haven’t arms just these two wings”
And so we went our separate ways
In wonder and surprise
For we’d both seen god’s precious gifts
Through someone else’s eyes
Author Unknown
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I have a heart full of memories
That's all I have left of you
Each one treasured fondly
With all the things
We used to do.
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I have a beautiful angel
In heaven high above
A beautiful beautiful angel
I was blessed to love.
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Although we may be physically apart
You live on forever in my heart
My tears so endlessly flow
Because you had to go
A garden of memories
Bloom in my heart
With each tear
My memories continue to grow
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Copyright© Leza 11.1.2012
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So has a Daisy vanished
So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today --
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away --
Oozed so in crimson bubbles
Day's departing tide --
Blooming -- tripping -- flowing
Are ye then with God?
By Emily Dickinson
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A book can be compared to life
Some books contain many pages
Some books only a few
It isn’t the amount of pages
In the book
It’s what is written on them
Each page filled with love
Eyes eager to read every word
Enthralled and captivated
As the story unfolds
When the story is over
And the book comes to a close
We can’t leave the book
We re-read it many times
~ Anon ~
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Eternal Journey
As the crimson flame of life
Breaks slowly
Above the horizon,
The white frosted meadows,
With trees and hedgerows
Of sculptured ice,
Speak loudly
Of your presence.
Once more
Upon this journey,
As another day begins,
Without effort
Or intrusion,
Through the peace
And tranquillity
Of your silent voice,
The moment becomes eternal
And the journey
Begins again.
Written by: Chris R.
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