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"Hold my death Until I Arrive"

One night when I returned home, my wife serves dinner for me. While holding his hand I said, "I want to tell you something." My wife sat down beside her with me to enjoy a quiet dinner. Suddenly I do not know where to start conversations. The words out of my mouth it feels heavy.

I want a divorce between us, so I dared myself. It seems he was not bothered at all with the conversation, he just asked me quietly, "Why?" I refuse to answer, this makes me really angry. That night we did not greet each other. She kept crying and crying. I knew that she wanted to know the reason behind my desire for a divorce.

With a deep sense of guilt, I'm making a statement of consent to a divorce and he can have our homes, cars, and 30% of our profits. He was angry and ripped off the paper. Woman who has spent 10 years of his life with me had become a stranger in my heart. I apologize to him because he has been wasting her time with me 10 years, for all the effort and energy given to me, but I can not take back what I had said to Jane, a woman my savings, that I really love him. My wife was crying again. Crying for me now does not mean anything anymore. Desire for a divorce has been rounded.

The next day, when I returned home a little late, I found he was writing something on the table in our bedroom. I do not eat dinner but went straight to bed because of an irresistible sleepiness caused by tiredness after a day of meeting with Jane. When he woke up, I saw he was still sitting at the table as he continued his writing. I ignored him and went back to bed.

In the morning, he handed over the terms of the divorce that he had written to me since last night. He did not want nothing from me, but it only takes a month before the divorce. He asked me in a month, we both had to struggle to live normal lives like husband and wife. The reason is very simple. Our son will undergo a test in a month so he does not want to bother with divorce plans. In addition, he also asked that I should hold him as he thought back to when our wedding. He asked me to hold him for a month from the bedroom to the front door every morning.

I thought he was crazy. However, let try to make our last days be beautiful I want to divorce, I would also agree with the terms of which he gave. I told Jane about it. Jane laughed out loud to hear it. "It's up to me what a demanding but certainly he will face divorce we have planned," said Jane.

There is a feeling stiff when picked for the first time, because we did not ever again marital relationship lately. Our son saw him and clapped behind us. "Wow, Dad was holding mama." As he hugged her tightly, my wife said, "Do not tell this to our son's divorce." I dropped her off at the front door. He then went to the front of the house to wait for a bus that would take him to the place of work, while I was driving alone in my office.

On the second day, we both do it more easily. She clung close to my chest. I can smell and feel the fragrance of her body. I realized that I had not noticed this woman carefully for a long time. I realized that he was not young as they used to be, there are small spots on her face, her hair was already gray. Yet somehow, it made me remember how we first marriage.

On the fourth day, when I carried her, I began to feel the closeness. This is the woman who has given and sacrificed 10 years of his life for me. On the day of the sixth and seventh, I began to realize that our relationship as husband and wife begin to grow again in my heart. I'm certainly not saying these feelings to Jane.

One day, I noticed he was about to pick the clothes she wore. He tried some of it but did not find any that suited him. He complained a little, "All my clothes are too big for my body feels right now." I began to realize that he was getting thinner and that's why I can easily carry. I realized that he had harbored a lot of hurt and bitterness in her heart. I then reached over and touched his head.

Our son suddenly appeared and said, "Papa, it is time to hold and bring mama." For my son, to see her up and bring her mother to be an important event in his life. My wife approached our son and hugged his body full of compassion. I turned away from events that could affect and change the decision to divorce.

I then lifted it with both hands, walked from our bedroom, through the lounge to the front door. His hands curled tightly around my neck with a gentle and very romantic like husband and wife are in harmony. I embraced her tightly, like a moment of our wedding day 10 years ago. But it is now lightweight body makes me sad.

On the last day, I hold him with both arms. I was just hard to move even one step forward. Our son had gone to school. I hugged her and said, "I never noticed this during our married life has lost its intimacy with one another."

I rode my own vehicle to my office, go over to Jane. Jumped out of my car without locking the door. So quickly because I'm afraid we can not have something that made me change my mind. I went upstairs. Jane opened the door and I immediately told him. "I'm sorry Jane, I do not want to divorce my wife."

Jane looked at me curiously mingled astonishment and then touched my forehead with his finger. I was evasive and said, "Sorry Jane, I'm not going to get divorced. Marriage life was boring because he and I did not interpret every moment of our lives, not because we do not love each other. Now I realize that since I carried her as a prerequisite, I want to continue to hold him until the day of our death. "

Jane was surprised by my answer. He slapped me and then slammed the door loudly. I ignored him. I walked downstairs and drove away from her. I stopped at a flower shop along the way, I ordered flowers for my wife. Flower girl asked me what I should write on his card. I smiled and wrote, "I'll carry you every morning to pick up dead."

Evening when I arrived home, with flowers in hand, a smile decorating my face. I ran just to meet my wife and gave her arm around the flowers to start something new in our marriage. But what I found? My wife had died in the bed that we shared with our 10 year marriage.

I just found out that my wife has been battling a malignant cancer that has attacked him for months without my knowledge because kesibukanku a love affair with Jane. My wife knew that he would die within a relatively short time. Even so, he wanted to save me from a negative view of the possible birth of our son because I want a divorce, because the reaction of stupidity as a husband and father, for divorced women who have sacrificed for ten years of our marriage and for the sake of maintaining our son.

How valuable a wedding when we can see or remember what makes it worthwhile. Remember when it used to struggle to do, remember about the events that had happened between you, remember also about the promise of marriage that has been said. Overall it ended only when death should separate.

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Slightest of events or things in life affect our relationship. That is not dependent on the money in the bank, a car or any property name. All this can create opportunities to reach happiness but it is very certain that they can not give happiness of themselves. Istrilah husband should give to each other's happiness.

Therefore, always and forever be a friend to your mate and make little things for him to build and strengthen relationships and intimacy in your marriage life. Have a happy marriage. You can definitely get it.

If you do not want to share / share this story, certainly not something will happen to you in the days of your life.

However, if you want to share / share this story to relatives, friends or acquaintances. Then there is a possibility, you can save your marriage to others, especially those who are experiencing problems in their marriage. I hope so.

"Hold my death Until I Arrive"

One night when I returned home, my wife serves dinner for me. While holding his hand I said, "I want to tell you something." My wife sat down beside her with me to enjoy a quiet dinner. Suddenly I do not know where to start conversations. The words out of my mouth it feels heavy.

I want a divorce between us, so I dared myself. It seems he was not bothered at all with the conversation, he just asked me quietly, "Why?" I refuse to answer, this makes me really angry. That night we did not greet each other. She kept crying and crying. I knew that she wanted to know the reason behind my desire for a divorce.

With a deep sense of guilt, I'm making a statement of consent to a divorce and he can have our homes, cars, and 30% of our profits. He was angry and ripped off the paper. Woman who has spent 10 years of his life with me had become a stranger in my heart. I apologize to him because he has been wasting her time with me 10 years, for all the effort and energy given to me, but I can not take back what I had said to Jane, a woman my savings, that I really love him. My wife was crying again. Crying for me now does not mean anything anymore. Desire for a divorce has been rounded.

The next day, when I returned home a little late, I found he was writing something on the table in our bedroom. I do not eat dinner but went straight to bed because of an irresistible sleepiness caused by tiredness after a day of meeting with Jane. When he woke up, I saw he was still sitting at the table as he continued his writing. I ignored him and went back to bed.

In the morning, he handed over the terms of the divorce that he had written to me since last night. He did not want nothing from me, but it only takes a month before the divorce. He asked me in a month, we both had to struggle to live normal lives like husband and wife. The reason is very simple. Our son will undergo a test in a month so he does not want to bother with divorce plans. In addition, he also asked that I should hold him as he thought back to when our wedding. He asked me to hold him for a month from the bedroom to the front door every morning.

I thought he was crazy. However, let try to make our last days be beautiful I want to divorce, I would also agree with the terms of which he gave. I told Jane about it. Jane laughed out loud to hear it. "It's up to me what a demanding but certainly he will face divorce we have planned," said Jane.

There is a feeling stiff when picked for the first time, because we did not ever again marital relationship lately. Our son saw him and clapped behind us. "Wow, Dad was holding mama." As he hugged her tightly, my wife said, "Do not tell this to our son's divorce." I dropped her off at the front door. He then went to the front of the house to wait for a bus that would take him to the place of work, while I was driving alone in my office.

On the second day, we both do it more easily. She clung close to my chest. I can smell and feel the fragrance of her body. I realized that I had not noticed this woman carefully for a long time. I realized that he was not young as they used to be, there are small spots on her face, her hair was already gray. Yet somehow, it made me remember how we first marriage.

On the fourth day, when I carried her, I began to feel the closeness. This is the woman who has given and sacrificed 10 years of his life for me. On the day of the sixth and seventh, I began to realize that our relationship as husband and wife begin to grow again in my heart. I'm certainly not saying these feelings to Jane.

One day, I noticed he was about to pick the clothes she wore. He tried some of it but did not find any that suited him. He complained a little, "All my clothes are too big for my body feels right now." I began to realize that he was getting thinner and that's why I can easily carry. I realized that he had harbored a lot of hurt and bitterness in her heart. I then reached over and touched his head.

Our son suddenly appeared and said, "Papa, it is time to hold and bring mama." For my son, to see her up and bring her mother to be an important event in his life. My wife approached our son and hugged his body full of compassion. I turned away from events that could affect and change the decision to divorce.

I then lifted it with both hands, walked from our bedroom, through the lounge to the front door. His hands curled tightly around my neck with a gentle and very romantic like husband and wife are in harmony. I embraced her tightly, like a moment of our wedding day 10 years ago. But it is now lightweight body makes me sad.

On the last day, I hold him with both arms. I was just hard to move even one step forward. Our son had gone to school. I hugged her and said, "I never noticed this during our married life has lost its intimacy with one another."

I rode my own vehicle to my office, go over to Jane. Jumped out of my car without locking the door. So quickly because I'm afraid we can not have something that made me change my mind. I went upstairs. Jane opened the door and I immediately told him. "I'm sorry Jane, I do not want to divorce my wife."

Jane looked at me curiously mingled astonishment and then touched my forehead with his finger. I was evasive and said, "Sorry Jane, I'm not going to get divorced. Marriage life was boring because he and I did not interpret every moment of our lives, not because we do not love each other. Now I realize that since I carried her as a prerequisite, I want to continue to hold him until the day of our death. "

Jane was surprised by my answer. He slapped me and then slammed the door loudly. I ignored him. I walked downstairs and drove away from her. I stopped at a flower shop along the way, I ordered flowers for my wife. Flower girl asked me what I should write on his card. I smiled and wrote, "I'll carry you every morning to pick up dead."

Evening when I arrived home, with flowers in hand, a smile decorating my face. I ran just to meet my wife and gave her arm around the flowers to start something new in our marriage. But what I found? My wife had died in the bed that we shared with our 10 year marriage.

I just found out that my wife has been battling a malignant cancer that has attacked him for months without my knowledge because kesibukanku a love affair with Jane. My wife knew that he would die within a relatively short time. Even so, he wanted to save me from a negative view of the possible birth of our son because I want a divorce, because the reaction of stupidity as a husband and father, for divorced women who have sacrificed for ten years of our marriage and for the sake of maintaining our son.

How valuable a wedding when we can see or remember what makes it worthwhile. Remember when it used to struggle to do, remember about the events that had happened between you, remember also about the promise of marriage that has been said. Overall it ended only when death should separate.

------------------

Slightest of events or things in life affect our relationship. That is not dependent on the money in the bank, a car or any property name. All this can create opportunities to reach happiness but it is very certain that they can not give happiness of themselves. Istrilah husband should give to each other's happiness.

Therefore, always and forever be a friend to your mate and make little things for him to build and strengthen relationships and intimacy in your marriage life. Have a happy marriage. You can definitely get it.

If you do not want to share / share this story, certainly not something will happen to you in the days of your life.

However, if you want to share / share this story to relatives, friends or acquaintances. Then there is a possibility, you can save your marriage to others, especially those who are experiencing problems in their marriage. I hope so.

Awakening - Average Thoughts and Karla Bardanza

I can no longer sit
in
the shade of silence;
your eyes have stolen
the only friend I had.

When everything dreamt in me
and my poetry slept in my hands,
you brought time
back again.

I was drizzling
over
my lake of shadows,
until your voice
shone on my drowning past.

The veil of the moon fell
and I dissolved myself
in the black pool hidden
in your iris
full of mysterious tomorrows
and awaken stars.

An unexpected me
is breathing now.


Average Thought and Karla Bardanza

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Sanctuary

Only hurts when I think
Lobotomy on the table
Just take it all
People function everyday without their brain

This could be the story of my life
Unknowing, unconscious
Erasing all of me
Freeing all of you

Embrace emotional sobriety
Flush out my intemperance
Be a stone in the mountain of humanity
Surrender my lushness

Only hurts when I think
Think about what I would be giving up
The sparkle in an eye
Warmth in a smile I create

The knowledge that I am safety
Certainty in an uncertain place
Solace for the softness we hide

Two Little Kittens

Two Little Kittens
~Anonymous (circa 1880)
 
Two little kittens, one stormy night,
Began to quarrel, and then to fight;
One had a mouse, the other had none,
And that's the way the quarrel begun.
"I'll have that mouse," sad the biggest cat;
"You'll have that mouse? We'll see about that!"
"I will have that mouse," said the eldest son;
"You shan't have the mouse," said the little one.
I told you before 'twas a stormy night
When these two little kittens began to fight;
The old woman seized her sweeping broom,
And swept the two kittens right out of the room.
The ground was covered with frost and snow,
And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;
So they laid them down on the mat at the door,
While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.
Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,
All wet with the snow, and cold as ice,
For they found it was better, that stormy night,
To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.

Where Go the Boats?

Where Go the Boats?
~Robert Louis Stevenson
Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating-
Where will all come home?
On goes the river,
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.

Winter Time

Winter Time
~Robert Louis Stevenson


Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sit,
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap,
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.

CLASSIC POEMS FOR CHILDREN

You Are Old, Father William

~Lewis Carroll


"You are old, Father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head-
Do you think, at your age age, it is right?"

"In my youth," Father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."

"You are old," said the youth, " as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back somersault in at the door-
Pray, what is the reason of that?"

"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
"I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment-one shilling the box-
Allow me to sell you a couple?"

"You are old," said the youth, " and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the back-
Pray, how did you manage to do it?"

"In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life."

"You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose
That your eye was steady as ever;
Yet, you balanced an eel on the end of your nose-
What made you so awfully clever?"

"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said his father. "Don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs!"

BUTTERFLY ANGEL'S ANGEL

BUTTERFLY ANGEL'S ANGEL

I met someone somewhere out there
One angel, with eyes that dare
I saw him sent from the sky
Oh, he’s an angel, an angel of a butterfly

Dark angel, cricket angel, my only angel
You had no idea what is heaven and what is hell
Gazing into your blue eyes when we first met
Wow, I knew then, you were a heaven sent

Dark angel, you are a white angel
You lighted my path when dark days prevail
Now I know, you didn’t walk away
Stay with me, is all I pray

Dark angel, oh my angel
Cover me, fly beside me
I love you, I need you with me
All I wanted is only you and me

I love you
-your butterfly angel-

Tough Angel fly purple butterfly fly

I'm His Angel

I'm His Angel

I’m His Angel

I’m his angel the one who looks over him
I’m his angel the one who cares for him
I’m his angel the one who loves him
I’m his angel the one who has beautiful brown eyes
I’m his angel the one who has beautiful dark brown hair
I’m his angel I will be there when he gets hurt
I’m his angel I will be the one that is always on his mind
I am the angel that keeps him breathing
I am the angel of his dreams
I am the angel that keeps him alive
I am his angel that will cheer him up when he is sad

~Katie Bunge

Katie Bunge

My Angel

My Angel

My angel is the one who looks over me
My angel is the one who cares about me
My angel who has beautiful blue eyes
My angel has brown hair
My angel will be there to hold me
My angel keeps me warm
My aggel is the one who is always on my mind
My angel is the love of my life
My angel is the one in my dreams
My angel has soft kissable lips
My angel will catch me when i fall
My angel will make me smile when no one else can
My angel will love me for who i am
My angel will be there untill the end of time
He is the angel god gave me

In Praise of America

In Praise of America

America is the answer
To all of life's problems
America, the home of freedom
And self actualization.
The world revers America,
Paragon of beauty,
Epitome of pride;
I love America
Hopeful home,
Benevolent barn.

samuel nze
 
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