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Hello, My Name Is Mae Williams
And This Site Is
Dedicated to the Memory of
My Son, Jason Nathaniel
February 17th, 1975 ~ December 27th, 1994
Captured
Light of Glory
For everyone to see
Colors of a rainbow
Reflecting constantly
Majestic sight remembered
Soul now feels great peace
Silently You whisper
My fears I now release
Let the beauty enter
With glow of candle's light
Watch the flame now flicker
Warmth and love so bright
Rays of softest colors
So peacefully remain
Watch the sunshine glisten
Your Light will ease the pain
Grateful for this moment
In quiet love abounds
Hear my heart now beating
In softest rhythmic sounds
Alone and yet within me
I know that You are there
Quietly beside me
Your Presence always near.
~ Francine
Pucillo
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©used with permission
To view
Ms. Francine Pucillo Poetry~Emotion
click here.
A Tear For All The Lovely Roses
You left first Diane, only 18, and just
starting to live. And then you Dad,
with all the love which you'd so freely give.
Then you Mom, with all that strength,
I thought you'd last forever. And my Big Sis
just faded away, such ties are hard to sever.
Goodbye My Beloved 19 year old son
but we shall meet again. I'll keep you
warm within my heart, until this journey ends.
We miss you, your brothers, your sisters and I.
Although no words are spoken.
The pain it shows within our eyes,
you see our hearts are broken!
Written by: Mae Williams
July15, 2001
If Tears Could Build a Staircase
I think of you often
and make no outward show,
But what it means to lose you,
no one will ever know
You wished no one farewell,
not even said good-bye,
You were gone before I knew it,
and only God knows why.
You are not forgotten
nor will you ever be,
As long as life and memories last,
I will remember thee.
To some you may be forgotten,
to others a part of the past,
But to me who loved you dearly,
your memories will always last.
Nothing can be more beautiful
than the memories I have of you.
To me, you were someone special,
God must have thought so too!
If tears could build a staircase
and memories a lane,
I would walk all the way to Heaven,
and bring you back again
Author Unknown
Do Not Cry For Me
Do not stand at
my grave and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand
winds that blow.
I am the diamond
glints on snow.
I am the sunlight
on ripened grain.
I am the gentle
autumn rain.
When you awaken
in the mornings hush,
I am the swift
uplifting rush
of quiet birds
in circled flight,
I am the soft stars
that shine at night.
Do not stand
at my grave and cry,
I am not there,
I did not die.
- Author Unknown
 
Jason when
he was only five yrs. old.
When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,
and I wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you feed a stray cat,
and I thought 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 knew that little things are special things.
When You Thought I Wasn't Looking,
I heard you say a prayer,
and I believed there is a
God I could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I felt you kiss me goodnight,
and I felt loved.
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 looked . . . . and wanted to say thanks
for all the things I saw when you
thought I wasn't looking.
I Love You, Mummy
~~Author Unknown.~~
This candle will always burn
In Memory of Jason Nathaniel.
The tweety-bird above is a symbol of the Love
My Son, Jason has for his beautiful daughter,
Jasmine.
Jasmine and I get together on Jason's Birthday
every year and send balloons up over the
water here in New Jersey. Usually it is
somewhere over the Hudson River.
Jasmine looks just like Jason and is a
great comfort to me. Her name is Jasmine...
of course named by her grandmom who was
trying to get as close to Jason's name
as possible...lol...
I just am so very proud of Jasmine
and I know Jason is too!
Even though Jasmine was very young when Jason
died she still remembers him taking her to
the store and calling her tweety-bird because
she was bald...lol...
In recognition of creativity,
integrity and excellence on the Web.
Thank You, Laura
Spirit of Hope
Heaven's Children
On the following pages I will tell you
all about My Son, Jason, his life
and how his life ended here on earth.
I will also talk about the rest of
Jason's Family. Make sure you bookmark this
so that you may come back to visit.
Survivors and their supporters are
precious like diamonds. Their circumstances
provides the opportunity for them to
become resilient and shining like a diamond,
as their testimonials become an educational
center for their families, friends, coworkers
and other living souls on the earth.
Send A Guardian Angel
 
 
 
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