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Teresa's Memorial brought the entire family together to say GOOD BYE! |
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I know you are smiling now, free as a butterfly! Love, Kath |
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My dear sister lived such a troubled existence.
When you laid your hands upon me
Teresa
Well times
So you gotta
And so remember?
Good thoughts for the todays ahead
How many times
Have I put pen to paper
You have been
My gentle coach
And now, so simply put
I thank you
I enjoy this expression
Of the heart
Like a rose in bloom
Is the beauty
Living from moment to moment
At a place of natural wonder
Time, it has no essence
To me, her aura is soothing blue
Relentlessly she searches
A conscousness alive
For more of Teresa's work, especially "Seasons of the Mind"
Such a gifted woman but she was constantly tormented
by demons inside that rarely gave her a moments peace.
One of the last poems she wrote was after
my friend French attempted to heal her....
FINALLY FREE
by Teresa Gilmore
the walls came tumbling down
I felt a strange releasing
and a smile replaced the frown
As you tenderly read my palm
I saw promise held in me
My life was well explained
I soon felt I was finally free
But your laying on of hands
was magic truly to behold
It broke up all the hardness
for I was very very cold
And now I am new and free
within me hope has been reborn
you took a tortured being
and released me from the thorns.
May 1, 1998
Kathy,
When everything confuses me
I think of you and how you see
the best of everything around
as if to say
"there are no bounds"
And how you knew around each door
a new adventure you'd explore.
You're fascinating in that you,
can find such joy in all you do.
I think
I can say
I remember
you well
luv,
Teresa
8/8/81
Written to Teresa
by her first husband
James Rogers
come, child
and times go
just like
Rolling Rivers
and a friendly beaux
stay strong
between - The first and last
But - I know you girl
and you'll never start
living in the past
'Smile A Truth'
Cause if you
Can't smile
Then it ain't no use
and all the tomorrow afterward.
J
June 10, 1974
Kathy My Gentle Coach
To express myself
To you, my special friend?
through the decade
Of my struggle to write
For a gift this is mine
And yet, it gives to all
It fulfills my need
To touch others
Of your gracious soul
That same soul that comforts mine.
Composed with love
by Teresa Gilmore
1990
Teresa wrote for this
wonderful poem for me at Christmas
A rare spiritual woman
With a tender touch of grace
And a heart that beats ever strong
For the entire human race.
She reflects a love of life
Making every moment count
She truly has arrived
Where fantasy is real
And illusion has it's place
In her wonderful appeal.
In her neutral cosmic sphere
Awakening infinity
In an eternal stratosphere
And deep as the waters that surround
The imagery is tranquil
Her energy profound
Through the endless maze,
Her heart and soul ignited
Her being ablaze.
Is it's own reward
And a spirit in touch with infinity
Will live forevermore.
Christmas 1994
by
Teri
written and dedicated to those who suffer from
Manic Depression
Seasons of the Mind
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