Winifred O'Reilly April 18, 1924 - April 1, 2019

Birthday Poetry Selections to Mom from Bridget and Bernadette - 2009

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A Poem by Emily Dickinson

A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year

At any other period— When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields

That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step Or Noons report away Without the Formula of sound It passes and we stay—

A quality of loss Affecting our Content

As Trade had suddenly encroached Upon a Sacrament.

Emily Dickinson was born December 10, 1830
in Amherst, Massachussetts, and died in 1886.

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A Poem by ee cummings

i carry your heart with me
(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it
(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
    I fear no fate
(for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world
(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

A Poem by ee cummings

i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings;and of the gay
great happening ilimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any - lifted from the no
of all nothing - human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

Edward Estlin Cummings was born October 14, 1894
in Cambridge, Massachussetts. He died in 1962.

"Thank You, Mom"
written and performed by Bernadette Haderlein
with special guest Bridget O'Reilly.
Produced by Don Haderlein on "With the Angels"
Copyright 1997, Beautiful Heart Ministry

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