A Poem

[Guest guest]

Your poem brought a tear to my eye. THANK YOU. In my year long

battle to get my son diagnosed, his OCD became so severe he could not

function, (he was 4,) and the person I had to fight hardest was his father.

You make me feel proud of the battle I have fought and won and you have given

my renewed strength to continue to fight. THANK YOU.

noelle

noelle136@...

[Guest guest]

Thanks for the day brightener, you *are* a poet you know. I'm still

struggling with the idea of my child being " lucky " (I've been told

repeatedly by many docs, counselors, etc., that she lucky to have been

diagnosed so early . . .) but your poem puts her being lucky in a different

light that's easier for me to accept.

Thanks again, Kathy in Indiana

A Poem

> From: Roman <ChrisRoman@...>

>

> Hi all,

>

> People are sounding a little discouraged today...so I'm offering a gift

> that this list has inspired. One of the things that has helped me in

> discouraging moments, esp. when I just feel like I can't take it anymore,

> is others' assurances that I'm a good mom! Somehow it validates my efforst

> to know that others' notice how hard I try. So that's the inspiration for

> this poem I wrote for all of you. (Don't laughSI'm not a poet!)

>

> Take care,

>

> in S.D.

>

>

> Isn't She Lucky?

> A Tribute to Parents of OCD Kids

>

> She could have been born to someone who didn't care,

> Who left her just to wallow there.

>

> But you, with your sword and shining armor,

> Stepped up to the task at the critical hour.

>

> You fight the monster by her side,

> When you're empty, discouraged, and just so tired.

>

> You were the one who sought out help,

> A demanding coach who won't let up.

>

> You exult in the good days and regroup on the bad,

> Doing what it takes to make her understood.

>

> You educate the schools, work with the docs,

> Helping her make it in spite of the clock!

>

> The monster's invisible, changing, and mean,

> But you're committed to progress however it seems.

>

> For her, a ray of hope will dawn.

> Thanks to you, she will get STRONG!

>

> Isn't she lucky?

>

>

>

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[Guest guest]

, Thank you so much. That was real blessing to read. What A wonderful

gift from God you have,How I thank Him you can touch so many with your

poem.I will keep a copy in many places in my home.Could I pass it on to a

lady in GA. she's not on this list. Thank You, Beth In IN>

A Poem

> From: Roman <ChrisRoman@...>

>

> Hi all,

>

> People are sounding a little discouraged today...so I'm offering a gift

> that this list has inspired. One of the things that has helped me in

> discouraging moments, esp. when I just feel like I can't take it anymore,

> is others' assurances that I'm a good mom! Somehow it validates my efforst

> to know that others' notice how hard I try. So that's the inspiration for

> this poem I wrote for all of you. (Don't laughSI'm not a poet!)

>

> Take care,

>

> in S.D.

>

>

> Isn't She Lucky?

> A Tribute to Parents of OCD Kids

>

> She could have been born to someone who didn't care,

> Who left her just to wallow there.

>

> But you, with your sword and shining armor,

> Stepped up to the task at the critical hour.

>

> You fight the monster by her side,

> When you're empty, discouraged, and just so tired.

>

> You were the one who sought out help,

> A demanding coach who won't let up.

>

> You exult in the good days and regroup on the bad,

> Doing what it takes to make her understood.

>

> You educate the schools, work with the docs,

> Helping her make it in spite of the clock!

>

> The monster's invisible, changing, and mean,

> But you're committed to progress however it seems.

>

> For her, a ray of hope will dawn.

> Thanks to you, she will get STRONG!

>

> Isn't she lucky?

>

>

>

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[Guest guest]

Beth-Feel free to pass the poem on. I'm so glad you liked it.

Jule-What a beautiful poemŠobviously some creative talent here! I am a

writer by trade, but I do copywriting for marketing at non-profit

associations. That was my first poem since maybe third grade haiku? I like

your ideas for publishing inspirational poetry. My husband says I need a

quality distractionŠmaybe this could be one!

in S.D.

[Guest guest]

in S. D.

Your poem really touched me and brought tears to my eyes. Only people who have

been there would appreciate and truly understand the feelings. It described

all!

TC

[Guest guest]

That was beutiful Gwydion !!!! Please don't feel alone though, we are here for you anytime.

Love Ya's

Helen

In a message dated 2/25/01 4:24:53 AM Eastern Standard Time, Gwydion@... writes:

I thought I had the beginning of a story in my head today, but to my great

surprise, it turned out to be a poem. I think the last poetry I wrote was

in High School, and then only because I had to.

Anyways, I thought I would share it ... it's called "Alone".

------

I walk among you

but I am not one of you.

I am

alone.

You see me,

but you don't notice me.

I am

alone.

Everywhere you go, I'm there.

You don't talk to me.

You pretend I'm not there.

I am.

Alone.

I don't wish this upon you.

What good would that do?

But I can't change it

alone.

The only way to free me from this world

is to enter it.

One person can do it

alone.

Will you?

[Guest guest]

Gwydion, This is very good. You should try to enter your poem into a

contest. I know I've seen those somewhere on the net. How have you been

feeling? I certainly can't wait for spring, as you probably can't wait for

fall. Is it still hot as hell there? I haven't heard any of you

Australians complaining lately. Just curious. Take care & hang in there!

Love,

Barb

A poem

I thought I had the beginning of a story in my head today, but to my great

surprise, it turned out to be a poem. I think the last poetry I wrote was

in High School, and then only because I had to.

Anyways, I thought I would share it ... it's called " Alone " .

------

I walk among you

but I am not one of you.

I am

alone.

You see me,

but you don't notice me.

I am

alone.

Everywhere you go, I'm there.

You don't talk to me.

You pretend I'm not there.

I am.

Alone.

I don't wish this upon you.

What good would that do?

But I can't change it

alone.

The only way to free me from this world

is to enter it.

One person can do it

alone.

Will you?

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" Hold on to what is good, even if it's a handful of earth. Hold on to what

you believe, even if it's a tree that stands by itself. Hold on to what you

must do even, if it's a long way from here. Hold on to your life, even if

it's easier to let go. " - Pueblo Prayer

[Guest guest]

Very touching Poem!

Charlyne

[Guest guest]

> Subject: A Poem

>

> This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl

> in a New York Hospital. It was sent by a medical

> doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing

> statement AFTER THE POEM.

>

> SLOW DANCE

>

> Have you ever watched kids

>

> On a merry-go-round?

>

> Or listened to the rain

>

> Slapping on the ground?

>

> Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

>

> Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

>

> You better slow down.

>

> Don't dance so fast.

>

> Time is short.

>

> The music won't last.

>

> Do you run through each day

>

> On the fly?

>

> When you ask How are you?

>

> Do you hear the reply?

>

> When the day is done

>

> Do you lie in your bed

>

> With the next hundred chores

>

> Running through your head?

>

> You'd better slow down

>

> Don't dance so fast.

>

> Time is short.

>

> The music won't last.

>

> Ever told your child,

>

> We'll do it tomorrow?

>

> And in your haste,

>

> Not see his sorrow?

>

> Ever lost touch,

>

> Let a good friendship die

>

> Cause you never had time

>

> To call and say, " hi "

>

> You'd better slow down.

>

> Don't dance so fast.

>

> Time is short.

>

> The music won't last.

>

> When you run so fast to get somewhere

>

> You miss half the fun of getting there.

>

> When you worry and hurry through your day,

>

> It is like an unopened gift....

>

> Thrown away.

>

> Life is not a race.

>

> Do take it slower

>

> Hear the music

>

> Before the song is over.

>

> PLEASE FORWARD THIS TO HELP THIS LITTLE GIRL.

> ALL FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE

> TOTAL COUNT.

>

> Dear All:

>

> PLEASE pass this mail on to everybody you know.

> It is the request of a special little girl who

>

> will soon leave this world as she has cancer.

>

> Please send this to everyone you know or don't

> know.

>

> This little girl has 6 months left to live, and as

> her dying wish,

>

> She wanted to send a letter telling everyone to

> live

>

> their life to the fullest, since she never will.

>

> She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high

>

> school, or get married and have a family of her

> own.

>

> By you sending this to as many people as possible,

>

> you can give her and her family a little hope,

>

> because with every name that this is sent to,

> The American Cancer Society

>

> will donate 3 cents per name to her treatment and

> recovery plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So

> I know that we can

>

> send it to at least 5 or 6.

>

> Just think it could be you one day. It's not even

>

> your money, just your time!

>

> PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST REQUEST

>

> Dr. Dennis Shields, Professor

>

> Department of Developmental and Molecular Biology

>

> 1300 Park Avenue

>

> Bronx, New York 10461

>

=====

" It means people on crutches and in a wheelchair can do anything. "

--Hannah McFadden, age 4

__________________________________________________

[Guest guest]

> >

> > > WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING

> > > > >>(Written by a former child)

> > > > >>

> > > > >>A message every adult should read, because

> > > > children are watching you and

> > > > >>doing as you do, not as you say.

> > > > >>

> > > > >>When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang

> > > > my first painting on the

> > > > >>refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint

> > > > another one.

> > > > >>

> > > > >>When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a

> > > > stray cat, and I

> > > > >>learned

> > > > >>that it was good to be kind to animals.

> > > > >>

> > > > >>When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make

> > > > my favorite cake for me

> > > > >>and I learned that the little things can be the

> > > > special things in life.

> > > > >>

> > > > >>When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say

> > > > a prayer, and I knew

> > > > >>there

> > > > >>is a God I could always talk to and I learned to

> > > > trust in God.

> > > > >>

> > > > >>When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make

> > > > a meal and take it to a

> > > > >>friend who was sick, and I learned that we all

> > > > have to help take care of

> > > > >>each other.

> > > > >>

> > > > >>When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give

> > > > of your time and money

> > > > >>to

> > > > >>help people who had nothing and I learned that

> > > > those who have something

> > > > >>should give to those who don't.

> > > > >>

> > > > >>When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take

> > > > care of our house and

> > > > >>everyone in it and I learned we have to take care

> > > > of what we are given.

> > > > >>

> > > > >>When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you

> > > > handled your

> > > > >>responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good

> > > > and I learned that I

> > > > >>would

> > > > >>have to be responsible when I grow up.

> > > > >>

> > > > >>When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears

> > > > come from your eyes and I

> > > > >>learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all

> > > > right to cry.

> > > > >>

> > > > >>

> > > > >> When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that

> > > > you cared

> > > > >>and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

> > > > >>

> > > > >>When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most

> > > > of life's lessons that I

> > > > >>need to know to be a good and productive person

> > > > when I grow up.

> > > > >>

> > > > >>When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you

> > > > and wanted to say,

> > > > >> " Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought

> > > > I wasn't looking. "

> > > > >>

> > > > >>I AM SENDING THIS TO ALL OF THE PEOPLE I KNOW DO

> > > > SO MUCH FOR OTHERS THAT

> > > > >>THINK NO ONE EVER SEES. LITTLE EYES SEE A LOT.

> > > > >>

> > > > >>Each of us, parent, grandparent or friend,

> > > > influence the life of a child.

> > > > >>

> > > > >>

> > > > >> Today I said a prayer for you. How will you

> > > > touch the life

> > > > >>of someone today?

> > > > >>

> > > > >>

[Guest guest]

A Christmas Poem

>

> Twas the night before Christmas

> He lived all alone

> In a one bedroom house made of

> Plaster and Stone

>

> I had come down the Chimney

> With presents to give.

> And to see just who

> In this home did live.

>

> I looked all about

> A strange sight I did see.

> No tinsel, No presents,

> Not even a tree.

>

> No stocking by the mantle,

> Just boots filled with sand.

> On the wall hung pictures

> Of far distant lands.

>

> With medals and badges,

> Awards of all kinds,

> A sober thought

> Came through my mind.

>

> For this house was different,

> It was dark and dreary,

> I found the home of a soldier,

> Once I could see clearly.

>

> The soldier lay sleeping,

> Silent, alone,

> Curled up on the floor

> In this one bedroom home.

>

> The face was so gentle,

> The room in such disorder,

> Not how I pictured

> A United States Soldier.

>

> Was this the hero

> Of whom I'd just read?

> Curled up on a Poncho,

> The floor for a bed?

>

> I realized the families

> That I saw this night,

> Owed their lives to these soldiers

> Who were willing to fight.

>

> Soon round the world,

> The children would play,

> And grownup would celebrate

> A bright Christmas Day.

>

> They all enjoyed freedom

> each month of the year,

> Because of the soldiers,

> Like the one lying here.

>

> I couldn't help wonder

> How many lay alone,

> On a cold Christmas Eve

> In a land far from home.

>

> The very thought

> Brought a tear to my eye,

> I dropped to my knees

> And started to Cry.

>

> The soldier awakened

> And I heard a rough voice,

> " Santa don't cry,

> This life is my choice. "

>

> The solider rolled over

> And drifted to sleep,

> I couldn't control it,

> I continued to weep.

>

> I kept watch for hours,

> So silent and still

> And we both shivered

> >From the cold nights chill.

>

> I didn't want to leave

> On that cold, dark, night,

> This guardian of Honor

> So willing to fight.

>

> The solider rolled over,

> With a voice soft and pure,

> Whispered, " Carry on Santa,

> It's Christmas Day, All is secure. "

>

> One look at my watch,

> And I knew he was right.

> " Merry Christmas my friend,

> And to all a good night. "

>

> A Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan wrote this poem. The following is his

> request. I think it is reasonable...

>

> Please. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people

as

> you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S.

> service men and women for being able to celebrate these festivities.

>

[Guest guest]

Aw, Bonnie - Thank you for sharing that - Really makes one take a hard look

at what our kids struggle with day after day.

[Guest guest]

Thanks so much for sharing this, it made me cry, it's all so true. I

will print it off and give to my precious girl.

>

> I Have OCD

>

> When you walk by

> And you see me cry

> Try to remember

> Back in September

> When I was well

> You didn't know, couldn't tell

> That I have OCD

>

> Now I cry a lot of the time

> Any moment, at the drop of a dime

> No thought without doubt

> Can't hold it in - now it's out

> So mean and strong is this thing I fight

> I fight so hard – with all of my might

> I have OCD

>

> It frightens me so much

> To go to school, play, and such

> I am driven to Panic

> And sometimes I'm manic

> I say " I'm sorry " , then yell and scream

> Worse things can happen when I dream

> I have OCD

>

> You can't know how hard life is

> How much I wish mine were like his

> I know the others aren't like me

> I ask myself how that can be

> Medicine can make me feel ill

> I take it daily and still

> I have OCD

>

> My mom loves me dearly

> Thinks I'm perfect or nearly

> I need the love I'm shown

> I can't fight this monster alone

> I hope you know

> That I can grow

> Though I have OCD

>

> Bonnie

>

[Guest guest]

Well, I just sat and bawled when I read this earlier today, so I

showed it to my dh when he got home, and I got teary-eyed again. It

can be felt so deeply by those of us who have been there (either as

an OCDer or a parent of one).

>

> I Have OCD

>

> When you walk by

> And you see me cry

> Try to remember

> Back in September

> When I was well

> You didn't know, couldn't tell

> That I have OCD

>

> Now I cry a lot of the time

> Any moment, at the drop of a dime

> No thought without doubt

> Can't hold it in - now it's out

> So mean and strong is this thing I fight

> I fight so hard – with all of my might

> I have OCD

>

> It frightens me so much

> To go to school, play, and such

> I am driven to Panic

> And sometimes I'm manic

> I say " I'm sorry " , then yell and scream

> Worse things can happen when I dream

> I have OCD

>

> You can't know how hard life is

> How much I wish mine were like his

> I know the others aren't like me

> I ask myself how that can be

> Medicine can make me feel ill

> I take it daily and still

> I have OCD

>

> My mom loves me dearly

> Thinks I'm perfect or nearly

> I need the love I'm shown

> I can't fight this monster alone

> I hope you know

> That I can grow

> Though I have OCD

>

> Bonnie

>

[Guest guest]

What a great poem, am going to print it off.....

Thanks Jaxx (New Zealand)

a poem

I Have OCD

When you walk by

And you see me cry

Try to remember

Back in September

When I was well

You didn't know, couldn't tell

That I have OCD

Now I cry a lot of the time

Any moment, at the drop of a dime

No thought without doubt

Can't hold it in - now it's out

So mean and strong is this thing I fight

I fight so hard - with all of my might

I have OCD

It frightens me so much

To go to school, play, and such

I am driven to Panic

And sometimes I'm manic

I say " I'm sorry " , then yell and scream

Worse things can happen when I dream

I have OCD

You can't know how hard life is

How much I wish mine were like his

I know the others aren't like me

I ask myself how that can be

Medicine can make me feel ill

I take it daily and still

I have OCD

My mom loves me dearly

Thinks I'm perfect or nearly

I need the love I'm shown

I can't fight this monster alone

I hope you know

That I can grow

Though I have OCD

Bonnie

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[Guest guest]

... that is so beautiful... I'm all teared up over here... thanks for

posting it.

Connie

[Guest guest]

Wow was that a great and moving poem! I love it! Thanks for sharing

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A poem

I wrote this, obviously when Mav was VERY young, but it goes along with the

guardian thread so well.. I thought I would share it.

Who Will Love My Child

Who will love my child

if I'm not here for this?

Who will love my child,

and accept him as he is?

Who will know my son

and understand his ways

and who will love this one

when I am out of days?

Who will wipe his nose

and gently wipe his chin?

And who will sing him lullabyes

at night and tuck him in?

Who will do this for him

now while he is two,

and who will do it still

when he is twenty-two?

Who will know his loving,

and share with him his joy?

Who will live life with him,

my gentle brown-eyed boy?

Who will teach him slowly

just what he needs to learn?

And who will guide him kindly

with compassion and concern?

Who will love my child

and teach him how to dream?

Who will love my child

and be part of his time?

If I am not here to help him

and guide him on his way?

Who will love my child

always, everyday?

[Guest guest]

BEAUTIFUL!!

Kym...mom to 5 including (13 w/ DS)

A poem

>I wrote this, obviously when Mav was VERY young, but it goes along with the

>guardian thread so well.. I thought I would share it.

>

> Who Will Love My Child

>

> Who will love my child

> if I'm not here for this?

> Who will love my child,

> and accept him as he is?

> Who will know my son

> and understand his ways

> and who will love this one

> when I am out of days?

>

> Who will wipe his nose

> and gently wipe his chin?

> And who will sing him lullabyes

> at night and tuck him in?

> Who will do this for him

> now while he is two,

> and who will do it still

> when he is twenty-two?

>

> Who will know his loving,

> and share with him his joy?

> Who will live life with him,

> my gentle brown-eyed boy?

> Who will teach him slowly

> just what he needs to learn?

> And who will guide him kindly

> with compassion and concern?

>

> Who will love my child

> and teach him how to dream?

> Who will love my child

> and be part of his time?

> If I am not here to help him

> and guide him on his way?

> Who will love my child

> always, everyday?

>

>

[Guest guest]

Yes. I am sobbing. Beautiful and this really hits my heart. Thank you for

sharing with us! Kiersten

Sent from my iPhone

On Sep 26, 2010, at 9:14 PM, kindafunny@... wrote:

> ... that is so beautiful... I'm all teared up over here... thanks for

> posting it.

>

> Connie

>

>

[Guest guest]

Hi Sheila and all, I have made up a little poem, I thought it would be good to

put it on facebook and ask friends to copy and paste or share it

if you approved and may spread, might even go viral, see what you think:

Feeling so tired, hair falling out

Never been this weepy, heads full of doubt

Hate the cold and hate the heat

Pains in the hands, pains in the feet

Your eyes feel dry, your skin does too

You even find it hard to go to the loo

It feels like your gaining weight by the hour

It's even a struggle to go for a shower

The pain in the neck is a pain in the arse

Even the eyebrows have gone so sparse

If this is you without a doubt

Go to the TPA to help sort it out.

.....I thought a link could then be added ?? Up to you though, I will leave it

entirely up to you luv Sue X

[Guest guest]

haha you have just described my mum in this poem but yet she believes she doesnt

have thyroid problems

I like it especially the bit

The pain in the neck is a pain in the arse

Steve

>

> Hi Sheila and all, I have made up a little poem, I thought it would be good to

put it on facebook and ask friends to copy and paste or share it

> if you approved and may spread, might even go viral, see what you think:

>

> Feeling so tired, hair falling out

> Never been this weepy, heads full of doubt

> Hate the cold and hate the heat

> Pains in the hands, pains in the feet

> Your eyes feel dry, your skin does too

> You even find it hard to go to the loo

> It feels like your gaining weight by the hour

> It's even a struggle to go for a shower

> The pain in the neck is a pain in the arse

> Even the eyebrows have gone so sparse

> If this is you without a doubt

> Go to the TPA to help sort it out.

>

> ....I thought a link could then be added ?? Up to you though, I will leave it

entirely up to you luv Sue X

>

[Guest guest]

Sue

You are so clever - I could never have written that in a million years although

every single line rings true (apart from the eyebrows in my case, although I

always have had thick hair and brows so don't notice the loss so much!).

Incidentally, is the dry eye thing really common in hypothyroidism? I've

developed a thing where I wake up every morning and it hurts to open my eyes

because they are so dry, then they itch and hurt all day even when i've put

drops in. Anyone got any tips for dealing with this? I think i've said goodbye

to my contact lenses forever :-(

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>

> Feeling so tired, hair falling out

> Never been this weepy, heads full of doubt

> Hate the cold and hate the heat

> Pains in the hands, pains in the feet

> Your eyes feel dry, your skin does too

> You even find it hard to go to the loo

> It feels like your gaining weight by the hour

> It's even a struggle to go for a shower

> The pain in the neck is a pain in the arse

> Even the eyebrows have gone so sparse

> If this is you without a doubt

> Go to the TPA to help sort it out.

[Guest guest]

I found my eyes were more gritty and dry.   However I would first ascertain whether you have an infection in your  eye.Lilian

 I've developed a thing where I wake up every morning and it hurts to open my eyes because they are so dry, then they itch and hurt all day even when i've put drops in. 

[Guest guest]

Sue I think this is a fab poem. Exceelent work.

Feeling so tired, hair falling outNever been this weepy, heads full of doubtHate the cold and hate the heatPains in the hands, pains in the feetYour eyes feel dry, your skin does tooYou even find it hard to go to the looIt feels like your gaining weight by the hourIt's even a struggle to go for a showerThe pain in the neck is a pain in the arseEven the eyebrows have gone so sparseIf this is you without a doubtGo to the TPA to help sort it out.

[Guest guest]

yES THE EYE THING IS COMMON IN HYPOT...oops sorry didnt mean the capitals.

My eyebrows I used to have to pluck, then the outer third went very thin just one hair all along, now I have to pluck them again and more than one hair thick to the outer third; thathas happened probably in the last 12 months, so too the hard skin on my feet has improved, I choke less (rarely) now, oh so many things improved.....still hate the heat though!!!!! But I think patience is the key. Remember its taken years to get to where we were when at our worst and it must take time for the body to heal....

The eye thing should improve when your doseage is right...my eyesight also improved and night vision. Sally xx

SueYou are so clever - I could never have written that in a million years although every single line rings true (apart from the eyebrows in my case, although I always have had thick hair and brows so don't notice the loss so much!). Incidentally, is the dry eye thing really common in hypothyroidism?