For All Who Dream
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The last look at Daddy He lies quietly without a sound. His cold body lay’s
Driving to eternity Many of years seldom seem so far away
Still in the casket alone.
His golden harmonica restin his hands and the cross
He hold’s his own.
Resurrection that he’s going to the promised land. He’s
Going
Were his mom and dad waits for him in the skies.
His world on earth he leaves’s tears of sorrow to his
Children and his true love that he left behind.
The shadow of light was dad way of saying
I was a man who helped raise his children to be what ever
They wanted to be.
I live this world the best way I knew how
I traveled the rails to eternity and found my first love.
I became a farmer who gave my all
To the battle of life. I enjoyed my grandchildren who gave
Me great joy and laughter in my life. I will always
Be your daddy in heart. But I will be a spirit who’ll walk
The earth. I will be in heaven waiting for my children to
See me
Again and your sorrow of my death will be no longer
In your heart. I will hold you gain in a world were
There is peace. And your loved one’s that you left behind
Will be in their hearts
Until we all be as one in the kingdom of heaven.
Life and death just never goes away
After times we wonder why after times just pass by
Tears, a hug is seldom see a teenager
Of life and the so he weeps
Heaven bound so his story did tell he lost his life
On the road faster and faster he drove to his death
Not a tear or a heeler did he wept and he uttered
Not a word
Not a breath did he keep
Life and Death never goes away
Seldom do we imagine a word, a breath
Not a breath did he utter Not a word he could say
Not a silent whisper did he mention
He took his life on the road that day
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For All Who Dream
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I'm from Missouri, I went to school at New Bloomfield, my mother and father Name is Henry and Lorene Schroer, there are fifteen in my family. We live on a farm on the outskirts if New Bloomfield. I never graduated I spent my time working around the farm with my father. I was raised living life the hard way. I never had much: no running water, or lights, and half the time we used horses to supply our means of living. When we didn't have any money for food, we went without, and during the summer months, we canned what we could to make ends meet. we had old wood stoves in our old trailer that dad built in to it, and it really got hot during the summer. I never was book smart, but I enjoyed making people laugh and have fun. My dad and me always talked about life people he knew and memories of good times he had and hard times that followed. My brother and sister's never got a long with each other and the fights and arguments that always seemed never to be settled. So after years of living at home, dad decided to move in with my sister in St. Thomas. I met a real good guy, and I married him a few months later. My dad figured we would and he was right. I was married in 1978 and my oldest son LB was born a year later. I have now my son's Michael (Mike) and Patrick and my daughter Debbie. I lived in St. Thomas and the people that I live by are really great. We are kind of like a family and we stick together as one. My father died not too long after that time, and he had a heart of gold. He loved everybody and helped them through ruff times that were I got his kindness from after that I started writing and I put My words were the people can understand and not be alone. I owe my life to my father. He was the one who said do what you have to do and go do it, and who cares what other people think, just do it. Now I'm working at Panera Bread in Jefferson City on weekends. I baby-sit during the week. I'm a wife and mother and now. I'm also working on children books, and I want to be active in hospitals so I can try to help out to patients who want to talk and let their hearts tell the story