Waiting to go
Death
Those who are waiting to go-at the end of your life, feeling no glow.
Those who are waiting for Jesus to come for them-I hope you got everything right with him.
I was at the post office today-and one of my elder friends was having a time making his way.
I notice the pain at the end of life-as they pray for the dimming of their light.
Many walk around without a glow-I ask, are you waiting to go.
Im a elder sitter myself-and I talk with them a lot about death.
Some are at peace with growing old-some have become so cold.
Never smiling as if to frown would keep them here-many don’t want family + Friends near.
Some go into their self-worry themselves to death.
Im not saying all elders are like this-some honor aging as a blessed gift.
I know Ive watch many pass away-some did it gracefully, some hated life each day.
Some are so mean to those who love them-some make life miserable for their kin.
I watched my elders lose their glow-I try to remind them, enjoy the wait as you go.
I tell them about the blessings of God-and how many never live long enough to take part.
Part in the greatest promise to everyone-and that is to pass away, that daughter, that son.
Im going to try to live as best I can-if I live to be a elder woman.
So Many elders stop what life has to show-and are just sitting waiting to go. By: Patricia Robinson-12/10/09-5:30pm
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Alcohol and kids dont mix
Just Sharing again, by Patricia Robinson The Life-teller
I do not think we should allow children where alcohol is served, in clubs, or patio.
My Question is Are we, raising, nurturing alcoholics.
By allowing our children to join us in places we drink.
I have witnessed events where kids are gathering and Sneaking alcohol
From their parents, or friends glasses.
I am not naming anyone, Im just sharing again
We all know where these places are.
I witnessed great kids ruin their lives. because parents make drinking look so great. I think we are making drinking look too important.
Having a awesome time dancing, drinking. What else are they going to want to do. But be like Mom + Dad
by drinking. Again I am not naming names.
But there are places where children should be, and places they shouldn’t.
I witnessed too many kids turn alcoholic, because it looked good as the adults drank
So children taste and taste, then are egged on by peers, who wish them to join the drunk group.
Do you really think our no’s mean anything if a child see’s
her parent laughing, joking, having fun drunking.
Children are going to want to know how it feels.
And by the time the feeling gets too numb. By the time it gets to be addiction, Its too late to change , they are too weak to stop.
Now a drunk, is telling a drunk, not to drink.
You know what I mean, we drink. Then tell our children not to drink.
We have to glow and show. Let Them see that not drinking is the way.
Show them that we as parents can stop.
We got to give our children something to work with.
Not a fake sense of sobriety. We got to do it with our children.
And if we drink.
Don’t allow your children to witness your failures.
One of my buddies, drinks with his mom right today. They meet, go out, dance get drunk.
Yet she says I wish my son would stop.
I know that boy after helping his mom to bed too many times .
After not having breakfast because mom had a hangover.
After picking mom up when she falls.
After begging mom to eat before she goes out. After all this a child witnesses from a parent.
I know he says mom I wish you would stop drinking.
So I guess the child says, if he cant fix it, join in. And becomes one of the drunks.
We are not helping our children by gathering with them to drink.
There has to be a time when a drunk say I got to stop, for my child’s sake.
I don’t wish anyone to think I am picking on them. My addiction was drugs.
Instead of giving up the drugs, I gave up the child.
Or should I say I didn’t fight to keep her. I know what addiction can do.
I want to express this so you know I am not just blowing air.
My mom was great, but she drank on the weekends. At first she wouldn’t drink in front of us.
Then she gave in, started to drink in front of us. But only on the weekends.
Finally she went to after 5pm each evening.
Please I see these children gathering to enjoy a competition, in many venues.
They book the event where alcohol is sold.
The waitresses work their buts off for that tip.
As the child competes in the competition what ever it might be.
Im just saying cant we give up a night of drinking to watch your kids compete in an event.
Please just think more about your child, than a drink.
And also treat your liver better.. Im seeing young kids looking old.
I am not naming Names, I am Just Sharing//2011
I do not think we should allow children where alcohol is served, in clubs, or patio.
My Question is Are we, raising, nurturing alcoholics.
By allowing our children to join us in places we drink.
I have witnessed events where kids are gathering and Sneaking alcohol
From their parents, or friends glasses.
I am not naming anyone, Im just sharing again
We all know where these places are.
I witnessed great kids ruin their lives. because parents make drinking look so great. I think we are making drinking look too important.
Having a awesome time dancing, drinking. What else are they going to want to do. But be like Mom + Dad
by drinking. Again I am not naming names.
But there are places where children should be, and places they shouldn’t.
I witnessed too many kids turn alcoholic, because it looked good as the adults drank
So children taste and taste, then are egged on by peers, who wish them to join the drunk group.
Do you really think our no’s mean anything if a child see’s
her parent laughing, joking, having fun drunking.
Children are going to want to know how it feels.
And by the time the feeling gets too numb. By the time it gets to be addiction, Its too late to change , they are too weak to stop.
Now a drunk, is telling a drunk, not to drink.
You know what I mean, we drink. Then tell our children not to drink.
We have to glow and show. Let Them see that not drinking is the way.
Show them that we as parents can stop.
We got to give our children something to work with.
Not a fake sense of sobriety. We got to do it with our children.
And if we drink.
Don’t allow your children to witness your failures.
One of my buddies, drinks with his mom right today. They meet, go out, dance get drunk.
Yet she says I wish my son would stop.
I know that boy after helping his mom to bed too many times .
After not having breakfast because mom had a hangover.
After picking mom up when she falls.
After begging mom to eat before she goes out. After all this a child witnesses from a parent.
I know he says mom I wish you would stop drinking.
So I guess the child says, if he cant fix it, join in. And becomes one of the drunks.
We are not helping our children by gathering with them to drink.
There has to be a time when a drunk say I got to stop, for my child’s sake.
I don’t wish anyone to think I am picking on them. My addiction was drugs.
Instead of giving up the drugs, I gave up the child.
Or should I say I didn’t fight to keep her. I know what addiction can do.
I want to express this so you know I am not just blowing air.
My mom was great, but she drank on the weekends. At first she wouldn’t drink in front of us.
Then she gave in, started to drink in front of us. But only on the weekends.
Finally she went to after 5pm each evening.
Please I see these children gathering to enjoy a competition, in many venues.
They book the event where alcohol is sold.
The waitresses work their buts off for that tip.
As the child competes in the competition what ever it might be.
Im just saying cant we give up a night of drinking to watch your kids compete in an event.
Please just think more about your child, than a drink.
And also treat your liver better.. Im seeing young kids looking old.
I am not naming Names, I am Just Sharing//2011
Cries from the other side
I know you’ve heard them. Calling out to you.
Saying your name, yet no one is there.
I’ve been around a lot of older people who claim they hear their name.
I was in bad shape once in 92 and I kept feeling someone around me.
I heard my name called from over here, over there.
When I looked, there was no one.
Cries from the other side
Today I’m again a caregiver to older people close to death.
They speak of calls from the other side.
Calls that say their names. Feeling people present in the room.
People waking them up.
Standing near, but as they look toward them, no one is there.
Paul is 92yrs. Old and he hears it more often than his wife Miller who will be 90.
He has started to fail. moving closer to the other side.
Sometimes as he tries to explain why he answers the calls.
I try to tell Paul its from the other side.
I believe its those who have gone before.
I believe his brothers and sisters, mom and dad are helping him make his way.
Last night he couldn’t sleep the calls were loud. He was so agitated.
Because he doesn’t understand.
The calls make him uncomfortable in his own home. Paul’s walk is getting slower.
More so than his wife Miller. He is lost in his own escapes from life.
Struggling to be who he once was. To keep what he once had.
But what ever Paul wants makes no difference. Life has its own time.
Life has its own plan.
He is just a part of the cycle.
The cycle that is making a turn toward returning to the soil from once he came.
Returning to the joy of spirit, the healing of no pain, the reunion of spiritual family.
Cries from the other side
It is obvious Paul wants more time.
He pulls himself from his chair with the determination of an eagle.
Yet! The shyness of a child. As he smiles to himself proud he made it to stand.
Paul is a good man. A proud man. A man who raised himself up from poverty.
To be a man who cares so much about his wife, children, and family.
Against all odds he did rise. To help his family when they needed to be helped.
And Paul was and is proud to give that help.
Raised in war time and poverty. He managed to rise.
I know when I met Paul he was strong and out going. I watched the life as it left slowly.
From a man who reached to others in their need.
Everyone depended on Paul to be Paul.
Cries from the other side By: Patricia Robinson-8/19/09-10am
I know you’ve heard them. Calling out to you.
Saying your name, yet no one is there.
I’ve been around a lot of older people who claim they hear their name.
I was in bad shape once in 92 and I kept feeling someone around me.
I heard my name called from over here, over there.
When I looked, there was no one.
Cries from the other side
Today I’m again a caregiver to older people close to death.
They speak of calls from the other side.
Calls that say their names. Feeling people present in the room.
People waking them up.
Standing near, but as they look toward them, no one is there.
Paul is 92yrs. Old and he hears it more often than his wife Miller who will be 90.
He has started to fail. moving closer to the other side.
Sometimes as he tries to explain why he answers the calls.
I try to tell Paul its from the other side.
I believe its those who have gone before.
I believe his brothers and sisters, mom and dad are helping him make his way.
Last night he couldn’t sleep the calls were loud. He was so agitated.
Because he doesn’t understand.
The calls make him uncomfortable in his own home. Paul’s walk is getting slower.
More so than his wife Miller. He is lost in his own escapes from life.
Struggling to be who he once was. To keep what he once had.
But what ever Paul wants makes no difference. Life has its own time.
Life has its own plan.
He is just a part of the cycle.
The cycle that is making a turn toward returning to the soil from once he came.
Returning to the joy of spirit, the healing of no pain, the reunion of spiritual family.
Cries from the other side
It is obvious Paul wants more time.
He pulls himself from his chair with the determination of an eagle.
Yet! The shyness of a child. As he smiles to himself proud he made it to stand.
Paul is a good man. A proud man. A man who raised himself up from poverty.
To be a man who cares so much about his wife, children, and family.
Against all odds he did rise. To help his family when they needed to be helped.
And Paul was and is proud to give that help.
Raised in war time and poverty. He managed to rise.
I know when I met Paul he was strong and out going. I watched the life as it left slowly.
From a man who reached to others in their need.
Everyone depended on Paul to be Paul.
Cries from the other side By: Patricia Robinson-8/19/09-10am
bullying should be a crime
Bullying should be a crime
When I was in school it was the same way-to the bullies we were targets everyday.
I was over weight so I was how the bullies spent their time-I say yes! Bullying should be a crime.
Those boys and girls who enjoy this kind of fun-are hurting our daughters and sons.
Running, pulling, tripping and pushing in the hall-and standing back waiting for the weak to fall.
We don’t really know what this bullying does-I know bullying is not the same as love.
I know the bullies hurt can go so deep-to the point our dreams are riddled with abuse even in our sleep.
So to the parent of that bully that thinks its all in fun-how would you feel if it was your son.
Your son locking himself behind doors-scared to walk hard even on his own floor.
Or your daughter who has lost her smile-dying inside her own denial.
See we need to pay attention to our kids-as they talk softly trying to hide what they’ve did.
Those little angels who are proud of stealing another kids soul-those who are keeping our kids from being brazen and bold.
Bullies can be the worse stain on society-and they are hurting our babies.
So when a child says your son is doing wrong-we better listen to the song.
We better listen before its too late-and the child being bullied turns fear into hate.
And picks up a pipe or a gun-and goes after that angel you say is your son.
Your son that you wont believe would bully that girl-is becoming a stain on this world.
Because those being bullied will get tired one day-and that little angel will have to pay.
Pay with jail time or with his life-because the bully hides it so well we don’t see him strike.
Even children can be good at wrong-and they get better as others kids go along.
Because the more that follow, the greater the need-pushing, shoving is how they lead.
We need to know how our children spend their time-I say yes! Bullying should be a crime. Patricia Robinson1/23/08-7am
When I was in school it was the same way-to the bullies we were targets everyday.
I was over weight so I was how the bullies spent their time-I say yes! Bullying should be a crime.
Those boys and girls who enjoy this kind of fun-are hurting our daughters and sons.
Running, pulling, tripping and pushing in the hall-and standing back waiting for the weak to fall.
We don’t really know what this bullying does-I know bullying is not the same as love.
I know the bullies hurt can go so deep-to the point our dreams are riddled with abuse even in our sleep.
So to the parent of that bully that thinks its all in fun-how would you feel if it was your son.
Your son locking himself behind doors-scared to walk hard even on his own floor.
Or your daughter who has lost her smile-dying inside her own denial.
See we need to pay attention to our kids-as they talk softly trying to hide what they’ve did.
Those little angels who are proud of stealing another kids soul-those who are keeping our kids from being brazen and bold.
Bullies can be the worse stain on society-and they are hurting our babies.
So when a child says your son is doing wrong-we better listen to the song.
We better listen before its too late-and the child being bullied turns fear into hate.
And picks up a pipe or a gun-and goes after that angel you say is your son.
Your son that you wont believe would bully that girl-is becoming a stain on this world.
Because those being bullied will get tired one day-and that little angel will have to pay.
Pay with jail time or with his life-because the bully hides it so well we don’t see him strike.
Even children can be good at wrong-and they get better as others kids go along.
Because the more that follow, the greater the need-pushing, shoving is how they lead.
We need to know how our children spend their time-I say yes! Bullying should be a crime. Patricia Robinson1/23/08-7am
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Sober = Clean/ Charlie Sheen??????
What does sobriety really mean-to you Charlie Sheen.
See in order for life to be fun-you got to use sobriety as if a loaded gun.
You got to steal the peace-b/c its right in your reach.
You got to except those who show tough love-get angry at the drug.
B/c in this fight you got to get mean-and what we see you, Charlie Sheen.
To me anger is our first defense-knowing the difference between real
+ pretend.
Healing is in the words we say-the real Is, about listening today?
These rants from Charlie Sheen-shows he isn’t emotionally clean.
He might not be on the actual drug-but this kind of sobriety hurts and shoves.
See he loves the gangster way-the girls, and so-call respect he gets today.
B/C addiction is not always a drug high-it’s the life that surrounds this guy.
He has a false sense of him self-that is addiction at its best.
Thinking you can do, what you cant do-see addiction says, yes you can too.
To just about anything in life-see during addiction you don’t feel the fright.
You don’t see the era of your ways-you think your way is the only way.
In addiction there is much we go through-its up to the addict to do.
And doing seems to easy for others-as the love ones gather to save their family, God forbid a mother.
The question is, does sober = clean- or will it never equal Charlie Sheen
By: Patricia Robinson-02/29/11-12pm
What does sobriety really mean-to you Charlie Sheen.
See in order for life to be fun-you got to use sobriety as if a loaded gun.
You got to steal the peace-b/c its right in your reach.
You got to except those who show tough love-get angry at the drug.
B/c in this fight you got to get mean-and what we see you, Charlie Sheen.
To me anger is our first defense-knowing the difference between real
+ pretend.
Healing is in the words we say-the real Is, about listening today?
These rants from Charlie Sheen-shows he isn’t emotionally clean.
He might not be on the actual drug-but this kind of sobriety hurts and shoves.
See he loves the gangster way-the girls, and so-call respect he gets today.
B/C addiction is not always a drug high-it’s the life that surrounds this guy.
He has a false sense of him self-that is addiction at its best.
Thinking you can do, what you cant do-see addiction says, yes you can too.
To just about anything in life-see during addiction you don’t feel the fright.
You don’t see the era of your ways-you think your way is the only way.
In addiction there is much we go through-its up to the addict to do.
And doing seems to easy for others-as the love ones gather to save their family, God forbid a mother.
The question is, does sober = clean- or will it never equal Charlie Sheen
By: Patricia Robinson-02/29/11-12pm
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