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  • Steve Toth
    MOM Sometimes the world seems so cold we light candles just to run our fingers through a little warmth but it was never that way with you One by one you
    Message 1 of 3 , Jan 31, 2009
      MOM

      Sometimes the world seems so cold
      we light candles
      just to run our fingers
      through a little warmth
      but it was never that way with you

      One by one you adopted us
      You wanted everyone
      to call you Mom
      & so we would
      never call you anything else

      The love we feel
      the moment you come to mind
      is prayer itself at work
      & so you live
      uplifting spirit

      Steve Toth
    • Sarah McFarland
      What a delightful, uplifting poem.  Thanks for sharing.  Sarah ________________________________ From: Steve Toth To:
      Message 2 of 3 , Feb 1, 2009
        What a delightful, uplifting poem.  Thanks for sharing.  Sarah


        From: Steve Toth <poetree1968@...>
        To: VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone@yahoogroups.com
        Sent: Saturday, January 31, 2009 10:52:15 PM
        Subject: [VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone] Mom

        MOM

        Sometimes the world seems so cold
        we light candles
        just to run our fingers
        through a little warmth
        but it was never that way with you

        One by one you adopted us
        You wanted everyone
        to call you Mom
        & so we would
        never call you anything else

        The love we feel
        the moment you come to mind
        is prayer itself at work
        & so you live
        uplifting spirit

        Steve Toth


      • Steve Toth
        Thanks for the reading. Mom was a real person named Fran Simpson who had just been placed in a hospice. The doctors were giving her one week to a month. Her
        Message 3 of 3 , Feb 10, 2009
          Thanks for the reading. Mom was a real person named Fran Simpson who
          had just been placed in a hospice. The doctors were giving her one
          week to a month. Her Son was good enough to take the time to copy
          this poem & read it to her. She died last Saturday. But on two
          other groups, one person's Mom died on the day the poem was posted &
          another a few days before. They both asked me about the timing.
          Steve

          --- In VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone@yahoogroups.com, Sarah McFarland
          <sarah_mcfarland_1956@...> wrote:
          >
          > What a delightful, uplifting poem.  Thanks for sharing.  Sarah
          >
          >
          >
          >
          > ________________________________
          > From: Steve Toth <poetree1968@...>
          > To: VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone@yahoogroups.com
          > Sent: Saturday, January 31, 2009 10:52:15 PM
          > Subject: [VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone] Mom
          >
          >
          > MOM
          >
          > Sometimes the world seems so cold
          > we light candles
          > just to run our fingers
          > through a little warmth
          > but it was never that way with you
          >
          > One by one you adopted us
          > You wanted everyone
          > to call you Mom
          > & so we would
          > never call you anything else
          >
          > The love we feel
          > the moment you come to mind
          > is prayer itself at work
          > & so you live
          > uplifting spirit
          >
          > Steve Toth
          >
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