IN LOVING MEMORY OF-
Photo ©Brenda M Weber
This page is dedicated to the memories of loved ones I have lost over the years.
Guardian Angel 
Calming golden glow
Open my eyes
I blink in wonder
I am not asleep?
Not dreaming?
Can this be so?
Heart pounding
Baby powder soft
Iridescent wings
I want to touch you
I know I musn't
It's not allowed
Outstretched wing
A gesture of loyalty
Protection is ultimate
Not just a duty
Not an option
You are assigned to me
Such is completion
I am able to see
Your majestic beauty
The broadness and height
Is fearsome
I am in awe
My voice is stricken
I catch my breath
You are gone
Now I know
Your name
Serenity. . .
In Memory of my sister-
Debbie died on October 30, 1997 from lung cancer.
My sister so strong
like the moon in the night
A gentle calm in darkness
a comforting light
The moon is still bright
whether whole or in half
Like the joy ringing clear
in my sister's laugh
At times the moon is seen in the day
in the middle of a bright blue sky
Only God has all the answers
when we ask the question- Why?
The moon will always be with us
as will the memories of my sister
She gently touched so many
and we will sadly miss her
When there is a ring around the moon
God must place it there
Like the delicate halo
resting soft on my sister's hair
On the eve of a new moon
her new life began
Her spirit- her breath of life
taken back to the Creator's hand
In the darkness of night
clouds pass over the moon
My sister left on angel wings
but we'll see her again real soon
© Brenda M Weber 2001
In memory of my cousin-
Carrie died in a car accident on September 27, 1998.
Flowers from Heaven There are angels all around us Some are regal as the purple rose To have a person as a friend Friends touch us in so many ways Our friend still has a purpose Carrie's spirit still lives on You and me © Brenda M Weber 1999 In memory of my mom- Shirley died on July 20, 1999 from complications after heart surgery. My words echoed in the hall His words burrowed into my mind Subtle words- pulling no punches I knew she was in trouble It wasn't enough just to believe He spoke of my mother's heart I walked away- confidant At a snail's pace weary from his burden Self-sacrificing devotion whispered in the silence This gifted surgeon- his name hard to pronounce We enfolded him into our comfort zone He apologized for the roller coaster ride God's will would be done His vigilant care couldn't keep the angels away The gifted surgeon still walks the halls © Brenda M Weber 1999 In memory of all who died in the 911 terror attack on the New York World Trade Center in New York- September 11, 2001 Photo ©Brenda M Weber Through the smoke and into the fire His face blackened but determined as steel His unselfish duty was to save a life He walked back in to the inferno of hell Many a hero lived or died that day © Brenda M Weber 2001 In memory of my brother- Brian died in a snowmachine accident January 9, 2002 My brother died the way he lived Now he sleeps his final rest My brother is silent now So many things he left undone Maybe this poem can say all those things for him Brian was a sweet mixture of boy and man He could act on impulse I know that Jesus can take away pain I don't know if Brian knew Jesus And now- too soon- that angel's duty is done © Brenda M Weber 2002 One year later for Brian- Spirit o'er the Indian It was a day like no one dreamed His spirit soars o'er Indian Lake Unleashed emotions under attack His angel was there in the guise of a friend Teardrops frozen in the snow © Brenda M Weber 2003 For Mom - Sister Deb - Brother Brian- Broken Branches Three frail and broken branches There is a reason for all things Deb was only forty-three Mom had a tender heart Deb was always so carefree Brian in his blessed youth Three cherished precious branches © Brenda M Weber 2004 This book by Sue Ann Shepple is a poignant account of her daughter, Stephanie Ann, who was diagnosed with cancer at the age of 10 and succumbed to the disease at age 13. A portion from the sale of this book is donated to the CURE CHILDHOOD CANCER fund, an Atlanta-based charity. Just Long Enough To Say Hello For Baby George Edward Carroll V March 14, 2004 - March 16, 2004 God told me I was an angel When I stopped in to see you God told me I couldn't stay A precious baby boy I loved it when you held me I know that I was loved God said I had to leave I learned to sing a song I looked to see your faces © 2004 Brenda M Weber November 1977 - September 2005 Craig with his girlfriend, Shanna HE PEACEFUL SLEEPS Autumn winds are hushed amidst the trees Craig's easy smile touched many hearts Jesus says to come unto Him The music of his laughter will never cease He always had good things to say Jesus says to come unto Him As the autumn winds are hushed If he were here I think he'd say Craig's living light will never dim ©2005 Brenda M Weber 
whispering soft on parchment wings
They bring us flowers from Heaven
Delicate and soft- their petals sing
others shy like daisies sweet
But the most special flowers from heaven
are the people we chance to meet
is a precious honor to behold
For every time we pick a flower
an angel's hand we do enfold
some bringing tears to our eyes
Just as flowers we wither and wilt
when someone close to us dies
and has earned her parchment wings
She brings us flowers from heaven
making sure each petal sings
in every flower that we see
Her beauty will always touch us
She says- Let's be friends
Doctor how's my mother?
She's skimming the tree tops- some crash
I'll pull her along out of harm's way
laced with compassion
Strong determined eyes dark with honesty
His hands- shaking a cup of ice cubes
cold revival for an exhausted warrior
I needed to see the strength in his hands
They held her life
I need more- something concrete
running a marathon- adding extra weight
I saw that weight on his shoulders
but I had to look back
sluggish staggered steps
The inclined floor became a mountain
of a place that never sleeps
now a tinkling bell
Doctor Amalfitano
our Doctor A
ultimate trust
His autograph on our mother's heart
not once- but twice
A priceless treasure
I knew if we were to feel safe
on a terrifying ride
He could be in control but-
God had other plans for our mother's heart-
her very life
She was weary
and now she sleeps
of a place that never sleeps
he answered the call that went out on the wire
A plane has hit- Dear God there's another
He went to the aide of your sister- your mother
He entered a war zone that to us was surreal
He climbed the stairs as you descended
How many did he save before his life ended?
Someone's daughter, son, or wife
Out of the rubble and ash came a giant among men
Carrying the helmet with the number of a friend
Beams screeching as the towers fell
Under the steel, concrete and glass
is the silent grave of a people enmasse
while some found or lost their way
Chopping through the steel with an ax
Heroes stand stronger in the midst of attacks
Going fast
Always going somewhere
doing something seeing someone
and I lie awake in the night
hearing his cry as a baby
his laughter as a boy
feeling his hug as a brother
seeing his smile as a man
knowing the stillness of his death
the peace of his slumber
he is forever young
He didn't say goodbye
he forgot to say I love you
He might have had to say I'm sorry
and thank you friend
I know he'd want that
Just the precise dosage of both
There was mischief in his eyes
but tenderness in his heart
A slyness in his grin
but honesty in his ways
seize the moment
Always seeking something fun
But I think if he could say anything now
It might be Don't be like me
don't be forever young
and thunder is always loudest
just before it rains
but Jesus knows him
The moment Brian was born
God assigned him an angel
Brian's song is sung
and he'll be forever young
A poet cried as the eagle screamed
Too much of one thing- Not enough of another
The Wakan Tanka came for my brother
Another one too young to take
Wind Walker made his silent quest
As Winter's sun sank in the west
No altering life- No getting it back
Bruised and battered broken tree
His last breath- A sigh on a breeze
Staying 'til his God said- This is the end
Holding my brother when he was hurt
His name means Watchful Observant Alert
Time stood still- Heads hung low
He joined Sister Moon and Mother Sky
I don't understand- I don't even try
severed from our family tree
They fell to earth without a sound
one Weak- one Tired- one Free
tho some we never know
What is it in the line of life
that sets the time to go?
Mom was sixty-two
Brian a mere twenty-seven
but God said it's time for you
but it wasn't very strong
She always tried to do things right
and didn't judge the wrong
she lit up a room with smiles
Cancer raged within her
and added pain to miles
lived the motto of No Fear
he had no way of knowing
he would leave us all in tears
taken from our family tree
We miss them but we know
they are Sleeping- Peaceful- and Free
This is the story of my daughter, Stephanie Ann. Stephanie was a normal, healthy 10-year-old who loved babies, gossip, her friends and her family. She was happily and confidently moving through the preteen years toward high school, college, and a world full of choices. All of that changed with a shadow on a x-ray. She had Hodgkin’s disease, a form of cancer. This story is about Stephanie’s strength and courage. It is the story of her battle to live. She fought the good fight. Instead of dwelling on the unfairness of life, she did what she had to do, and she did it with grace and good humor. Stephanie insisted on living her life to the fullest, right up until the day when Mother Nature broke one of her own rules and two parents outlived their child — which should never happen. 
with a special thing to do
My time on earth was short
just long enough to say hello
I didn't have my wings
But now I'm in God's hands
and I will learn to sing
He had other plans for me
But I could stop and visit
just long enough for you to see
you could have for just a while
It was nice to see you all
and I could even smile
and talked to me so kind
I felt so loved and cherished
with your fingers mine entwined
I felt it from the start
My parents and my family
I'll hold you in my heart 
He had something just for me
When I returned to Him
my wings he gave to me
and with my wings I fly
My time with you was special
I could see it in your eyes
and then I had to go
Each moment was so precious
just long enough to say hello
In memory of Craig St. John, a young man I loved like a son. He was a grade school and high school friend of my son and he always called me "mom." He was 27.
and leaves fall soft on whispered breeze
When we cry tears no more to weep
we honor a boy who's fallen asleep
his gentle spirit will never part
We've cried our tears but yet they come
today we gather to remember a son
when we are heavy laden
and our light grows dim
and now in silence he's at peace
The sun shines bright on golden leave
Craig would not want us to grieve
for many he went out of his way
To do the good within his heart
It seems his life did barely start
when we are heavy laden
and our light grows dim
the setting sun a tint of blush
His spirit speaks with delicate touch
his love and memories we clutch
Please grieve for me another day
I'm still here with each of you
I just have other things to do
when in our hearts we cherish him
He wouldn't wish for us to weep
He's not really gone - he only sleeps
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