Jenn Toner Poems

I want to dedicate this to Greg TheDouche Partusch

You mean the world to me.
Nothing will ever come between us,
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I am dedicating this poem to my kids Autumn and Gregory Toner.

I know you are in a better place but,
I wish you were here with me. I miss you both so much.
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When I thought I couldn't love you anymore I was wrong...
You are my everything and I love you so much...
You have no idea how much I love you.....
You are the best thing that has ever happend to me......
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I know this is a little late, but this is for my mom and everyone who loves there mother unconditonally.
Mother's day is a day when you appreciate your mother,
when you thank your mother for always being there for you.
Mother's day is when you give your mother the day off from doing anything
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Guardian Angel
Nana you are a very strong and sweet woman. You were the strongest woman that I have ever known. You would tell all of us that pop pop (dad) is our Guardian Angel, and that someday you will be our guardian angel. We would say that you have years before that would happen, and that we are very happy that you would become our angel. You always said that pop pop (dad) is smiling at us and watching us, and that he would be with us when ever we needed him, and he was there with us. You said that when you leave you would be smiling and watching us and that you would always be there for us.

Well nana, now you are our Guardian Angel and you would always watch over us, smile down at us, and be there for us when we need you the most. Now you have beautiful white wings and you are in the most beautiful place called Heaven. You are with all of your loved ones. And you are not in pain, you are beautiful with your wings. And most of all you are happy nana, you and pop pop (dad) will always be our guardian angel no matter what, we love you so much nana. You are a guardian angel. And you are VERY beautiful, you are our angel and the most beautiful one that I know,
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Its beautiful, its cold, its white
Nothing can describe the sensation
The beauty of one or more flake,
It will fall and break, or stick
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Do not stand by my grave and weep
For I am not there
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
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When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do,
You mustn't tie yourself to me with too many tears,
But be thankful we had so many good years.
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Still your weeping
Dry your tears
Grieve not for me
For I am near
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