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Sunday, February 22, 2009
Help Needed For One Of Our Own In New Jersey
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Please read my post and pass it on, maybe you know someone or someway to help out my child. I am afraid that I am in no position to financially aid her much more than I do, and no room to house her.
I have even written the senator, and governor of NJ, And President Obama in search of help for her.
Any suggestions, even if she has to go to another state, or offers.
She is a graduated Chef, and a very fine cook in deed. She has a great capacity for improving recipes' or adding her own. Making her own menus and dishes.
She has a great attitude and a beautiful personality, that every one she meets adores.
Please read my post and pass it on, maybe you know someone or someway to help out my child. I am afraid that I am in no position to financially aid her much more than I do, and no room to house her.
I have even written the senator, and governor of NJ, And President Obama in search of help for her.
Any suggestions, even if she has to go to another state, or offers.
She is a graduated Chef, and a very fine cook in deed. She has a great capacity for improving recipes' or adding her own. Making her own menus and dishes.
She has a great attitude and a beautiful personality, that every one she meets adores.
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Saturday, February 14, 2009
"It's Quiet Now"
It's Quiet Now,
A Rocking Chair against the wall; And who sits there?
But a yellow-haired doll.
The first you must have known-dressed in blue worn through white patches.
With reddened buttons of hearts streaming brilliantly down the front, as a reminder of who she was once to be. A beloved doll for little girls that claim comfort from.
Streams of blue ribbons, shredded and worn where once a bonnet was;
And yarns of yellow hair, braided long, almost touching her wooden dutch clogs, she wore on her feet..
It's Quiet Now,
A Rocking Chair against the wall; And who sits there?
But a yellow-haired doll.
Eyes as wide as popcorn balls allows her to hide behind all that she has seen.
The little girl who once rocked her there, holding only as tightly as a scared and scarred child would. How well the little doll remembered the dripping large tears on her blue dress that started to add the aging process ot the garment that she now wears proudly.
For the little girl who once rocked her had grown into a fine lady.
It's Quiet Now,
A Rocking Chair against the wall; And who sits there?
But a scraggly old yellow-haired doll.
She is worn of love and worn of tears; worn of the little girls constant fears.
And now, still not alone, the lady had children of her own, and once again the doll was held but this time by a beautiful and happy girl.
Instead of tears of fears to offer; A new dress and bonnet was placed on the doll instead, and new pretty ribbons tied around her freshly braided-yellow hair.
It's Quiet Now,
A Rocking Chair against the wall; And who sits there?
But a pretty yellow-haired braided doll, all there because of the child of the mother who once sat there. All there for the doll to be held with love and care. No tears would she feel, No fears would she hear, but giggles and chatter instead filled her head.
But she too will grow and go out on her own, and start another family of girls, and now the grandmother knows. That;
It's Quiet Now,
A Rocking Chair against the wall; And whos sits there?
Well, now, There is a tired but happy grandmother there; once full of tears and fear. Instead she now rocks and holds the doll as she did so many years ago, with a newfound love; the love of a doll, a child; mother and grandmother has now evolved.
And the yellow-haired doll was sure she was finally, never to be left alone. As the children had continued to hold her for generations to come, she was now being worn and losing her stuffed inners, but instead of restuffing, she was filled with love again.
Only to learn;
It's Quiet Now;
A Rocking Chair against the wall. And who sits there?
No one at all; the doll survived by the chair was old, and now gone.
No rocking chair can never replace the one the yellow-haired had known.
And no other chair will be put there again, and the doll now needs to find a new place she can call home.
A Rocking Chair against the wall; And who sits there?
But a yellow-haired doll.
The first you must have known-dressed in blue worn through white patches.
With reddened buttons of hearts streaming brilliantly down the front, as a reminder of who she was once to be. A beloved doll for little girls that claim comfort from.
Streams of blue ribbons, shredded and worn where once a bonnet was;
And yarns of yellow hair, braided long, almost touching her wooden dutch clogs, she wore on her feet..
It's Quiet Now,
A Rocking Chair against the wall; And who sits there?
But a yellow-haired doll.
Eyes as wide as popcorn balls allows her to hide behind all that she has seen.
The little girl who once rocked her there, holding only as tightly as a scared and scarred child would. How well the little doll remembered the dripping large tears on her blue dress that started to add the aging process ot the garment that she now wears proudly.
For the little girl who once rocked her had grown into a fine lady.
It's Quiet Now,
A Rocking Chair against the wall; And who sits there?
But a scraggly old yellow-haired doll.
She is worn of love and worn of tears; worn of the little girls constant fears.
And now, still not alone, the lady had children of her own, and once again the doll was held but this time by a beautiful and happy girl.
Instead of tears of fears to offer; A new dress and bonnet was placed on the doll instead, and new pretty ribbons tied around her freshly braided-yellow hair.
It's Quiet Now,
A Rocking Chair against the wall; And who sits there?
But a pretty yellow-haired braided doll, all there because of the child of the mother who once sat there. All there for the doll to be held with love and care. No tears would she feel, No fears would she hear, but giggles and chatter instead filled her head.
But she too will grow and go out on her own, and start another family of girls, and now the grandmother knows. That;
It's Quiet Now,
A Rocking Chair against the wall; And whos sits there?
Well, now, There is a tired but happy grandmother there; once full of tears and fear. Instead she now rocks and holds the doll as she did so many years ago, with a newfound love; the love of a doll, a child; mother and grandmother has now evolved.
And the yellow-haired doll was sure she was finally, never to be left alone. As the children had continued to hold her for generations to come, she was now being worn and losing her stuffed inners, but instead of restuffing, she was filled with love again.
Only to learn;
It's Quiet Now;
A Rocking Chair against the wall. And who sits there?
No one at all; the doll survived by the chair was old, and now gone.
No rocking chair can never replace the one the yellow-haired had known.
And no other chair will be put there again, and the doll now needs to find a new place she can call home.
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