I wrote this poem for my sister who struggled through being a mom, a career
woman and making her way through college. Considering this site has to do
with life, death and the afterlife, I figured this poem would be appropriate here
because we all have our own struggles in life, on our journey to death, to
become once again, a part of the afterlife.



Life's   Mountains

I saw a mountain
This mountain that I had to climb
I'd be a rich one
If for every one I had a dime

I sat and pondered
What this time my tools would be
To scale this mountain
And find out just what waits for me

I wait no longer
If I start it must be now
I know I'll get there
And I think I know exactly how

The tools I've gathered
On other mountain tops I've stood
Will serve me greatly
They have before, this time they should

I start my jouney
Up jagged peaks and valley's low
I'm sometimes lonely
But this will pass, I know It's so

Thank god for mountains
These things I think stand in my way
For those I've conquered
Have made me who I am today

I'm halfway there now
Past sorrow creek and ridge despair
But I'll go knowing
The faith I have will get me there

Woke up this morning
I'm almost at the mountain peak
And when i get there
I know I'll see those things I seek

I see the top now
I've worked so hard to get me here
I'm going to make it
While looking boldly past my fear

And so I made it
On another mountain top I'll stand
Another triumph
Another tool I'll hold in hand

I'm at the summit
Ive made it up but one more time
Again I ponder
What mountain next I'm sure to climb

       Poem By...RWR Grimm

This is a poem about a man I was caregiver for, for a week who was a professor
at a college. When I started taking care of him he was on his death bed at home
and died shortly after I had finished my work with him. I was compassionate with
him as he faced his own death and with his situation of having to be taken care
of. Because of this he told his family that he thought of me as his gaurdian angel
which nothing could be further from the truth as I was just being human with him.
I thought this poem is also appropriate for this site. There are many messages in
this and I guess, the message or messages that are taken are up to the individual
reader.





TEACHER


A ninety year child he lay in his slumber
But not with one single regret
How many he's helped he does not know the number
It's more than a few I would bet

Devoted to teaching, a mentor to many
His life spent on blackboards and chalk
This was his life for a dime or a penny
To help those who crawl learn to walk

His life was fullfilled by his actions and deeds
He is one to give all of himself
To see to the young one's and help meet thier needs
By keeping the books off the shelves

But learning he said isn't just in a book
And I hope that comes as no surprise
It's what's held within if we just take a look
That place where there can be no lies

But life has to end even so for the wise
As he lay close to helpless in bed
Shame and embarrassment shown in his eyes
Now following where he once led

I said don't feel ashamed as I cleaned where he messed
I know you can't help what you do
You cared for so many and gave it your best
It's time someone cared for you too

He said I have lived life from cradle to grave
With dignity, passion and pride
I don't think I took any more than I gave
It was giving that helped me survive

So I'll go to that place where we go when we die
And I'll think of this short time with you
This brief little moment you helped me get by
As only gods angels can do

                             Poem by,  RWR Grmm          

I thought this poem would be highly suitable for this site considering it was written  about a little girl who came into a session in the graveyard. I have her 2 files on Electronic voice 1 page. They are the first 2 files on that page. I hope you, the visitor enjoy this poem.

LITTLE  GIRL  LIGHT


A little girl of nine or ten
was called accross the veil just then

She spoke to us about the light
and said for her there was no fright

Ethereal, pretty, like a dream
at least the light, to her did seem

She said the light we should not fear
when we go there, once leaving here

Her tiny voice from over there
sang louder than a trumpets blare

So when our time to face the light
comes calling us through day or night

I hope that we can let them know
they'll be just fine when they too go

Poem by,   R.W.R. Grimm