Friday, June 8, 2012


[Photo Source: Google internet images]

(8 June 2012 – There are no Rules for Grief, no Timeline for Mourning, and no Rules of Etiquette for Bereavement.  My own Mourning began in 1962 and leaves its brush strokes of Grief on the canvas that is my Heart.  dht)


The images in my head are of memories – liken to distant dreams – that sadden my Heart, mute my voice, and dampen my cheeks.

Soft voices murmur whispers of remembered times spent with those loved – yet lost in the Past.

Those precious few memories reside now in the cemetery of my Heart. 

My Life's Journey has become a Story of woe and sorrow.

Each Day is a wake – a funeral – celebrating the hallowed Past. 

The Present offers only numbness and regret – A Mourning of those loved and lost.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr]

Thursday, June 7, 2012


                    [PHOTO SOURCE: National Geographic online images]

(7 Jun 2012 – When I wrote this last year, my thoughts flowed over the years passed and tears flooded my eyes with the memories of times gone by—never to return but as shadows in a surreal Heart. dht)

So, What will the hands of time say on that new day;
Where will I be when that day arrives;
When will the hand writer of destiny inevitably turn the pages towards me;

So, Is this the sunrise that will announce the first day of the rest of my new life;
Moving on is simple, it's what you leave behind that is NOT simple;
Memories are the only things that don't change;

My tears are just the words my heart uses to explain my pain;
Thank you for the giving me the best days of my life;
I'll never forget the times we once shared .. and

I'll always remember how much you once cared .. but
Now it's over and it's time to move on, .. to

[-Dorothy Hazel Tarr]