Sometimes I just don't get it
Why some people are called upon
To have to endure more tragedy
Within their short young lives
Than us older kind of folks?

Sometimes I just don't get it
When I have to hug a newly widowed
Young woman clutching her
Fifteen-month old son who is
The spitting image of his father.

Sometimes I just don't get it
Why this young mother lost her mother
To cancer when she was just a child
Growing up not knowing her mother
As now her son will never know his father.

Sometimes I just don't get it
Why the two other children they
Had been raising, children from
His previous marriage, are now
Grieving along side their young step-mother.

Sometimes I just don't get it
Why a little boy, who struggled
From the time he was born,
Defying all odds, to get well
After fifteen months of sickness.

Sometimes I just don't get it
Why on the road a mile from our home
A young father of three, lost control
Of his car Saturday morning
Only a mile from his home.

Sometimes I just don't get it
Why a 32 year old man coming
Home after working all night
Didn't come home on time
So his wife called her brother.

Sometimes I just don't get it
As they drove the road that winds
And twists over small hills
Until they found his crumpled car
Resting in a ditch against an oak tree.

Sometimes I just don't get it
How this young wife and mother
Felt as she looked upon her beloved
Wondering how his lifeless body
Was thrown from the vehicle.

Sometimes I just don't get it
As we drove by the accident site
Already marked by a wooden cross
Seeing the skid marks across the road
Viewing the scarred tree and broken branches.

Sometimes I just don't get it
But that isn't my job to do so
As I believe God has His plan
That we have two paths to follow
And it all depends on which one we take.

by Karen

Our family's thoughts and prayers go out to the families who are grieving at this time.

Thursday, my daughter was taking my grandson, Charlie, to his pre-school, before she went to her teaching job. There was ice on the street, and although she was driving 20 MPH, the car went into a tailspin and she ended up hitting a sign and facing the opposite direction. They were both okay. I can imagine she was pretty shook-up, but 2 year old Charlie just kept saying,"Uh Oh, Uh Oh."

We had just returned from there on Monday, celebrating Charlie's 2nd BD with a party last Saturday.

I thank God He was watching out for our daughter and grandson. KAREN

He was a Senior at eighteen
Driving home from the prom
His headlights disappeared
Something terribly had gone wrong.
His friends he had been following
Thought he had just fallen behind
So they just kept on driving
Instead of turning around to find,
Their lifelong friend
Had driven off the road
His lifeless body was trapped
In his truck wrapped around a pole.
It was a little before one
This past Sunday morn
Bradley's Mother in tears
Her youngest son she had born.
That deadly winding road
That had killed so many before
Wasn't the type of road
To drive faster than norm.
Had he been drinking?
I really can't say
The newspaper account
Didn't elaborate that day.
His brave mother in her sorrow
Gathered the Seniors together
On the next Monday evening
To ask them whether,
They plan to follow
Bradley's deadly mistake
Or use their good judgment
Through their lifetime they make?
Being a small Texas town
Everyone knows almost everyone else
Bradley being from a well known family
The love poured out tells,
That he will be missed
Through the long halls at school
His best friend feels the loss
Trying to figure out what to do.
It wasn't his fault
He decided not to turn around
Yet he keeps going back to the accident site
Trying to see what can be found.
His tears fall freely
As he picks up bits and pieces of things
Trying to make some sense of
Losing a best friend brings.
This Senior Class of 2008
Were my first Kindergarten Class
The year I became a Kindergarten Aide
They made my experience a welcoming blast.
What a wonderful class
A special group to be sure
Yet at Graduation in May
There will be a little blur.
I know a certain soul
Will be looking down
Hoping all his classmates
Have tucked away their frowns.
"Don't worry about me"
He will whisper to his friend
"We will see one another
In heaven again."


DEDICATED TO BRADLEY'S MOTHER, FATHER, OLDER BROTHER, YOUNGER SISTER & BEST FRIEND!

"YOU'LL BE MISSED, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN!"



PLEASE STAY SAFE,
Karen

"I fully understand"
President Bush said
On the news just now
As he was addressing
People who are out of work.
It's really hard for
Me to understand
How he can understand
The heartache
Of not being able to
Pay the bills
Feed your family
Pay the house mortgage
Be able to go to the doctor
When a child is ill
Since his family
Had all the money
They needed, to see
That little George W.
Had enough food in his tummy
Warm clothes to wear
A nice roof over his head
If he was sick, he'd get help
All the bills paid without
Having to see the tears
Run down his parent's cheeks
As they hug one another
Thinking their children
Weren't aware of their plight
Of life
In this supposed
Richest nation
In the world.
So now Little George W
Is the President of the United States
Standing before a crowd
Of unemployed Americans
Reassuring those with strained faces
That he fully understands
While most of the jobs
Have been moved to other countries
Taken away from those
Whom he pledged to protect
Respect
Honor
Help
As part of being his nation's leader.
"I fully understand"
George W said.
I wonder if he would understand
A little better
If he traded places
With an ordinary American
For two weeks.
I propose a new tv reality show
Called, "Common Man/President Swap"
I wonder after being
In the shoes of the common
Man for two weeks
Then would he be able to
Say truthfully,
"Now I fully understand"
"And now I'm ready to do
Something about it
Instead of just talking
About it!"

Karen