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    Hana, my 7 year old daughter wrote the following in her "special book" a couple of nights ago that I found quite profound, especially coming from a 7 year old. The day Hana was born both Marta and I commented that she is an old soul. Here it is.

    Sometime down,
    sometimes up,




    Feel the darkness,
    feel the light.





    Light and up is
    more mature.




    Go to a land filled with gold,


    filled with rainbows where everything good roams.




    Think of unicorns
    and butterflies...fly.




    Think of things
    that turn darkness into light.



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    Wow, that poem from Hana at age 7 is very good. An old soul, indeed!
    Anne, dx'ed April 2011

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    another WOW to Hana. it is so beautiful and deep. give her big hug from me
    Alysia
    dx 2008


    Here, in this forum, I have found my sweet eternal love, my beautiful Phil.. :
    https://www.wegeners-granulomatosis.com/forum/threads/4238-pberggren-memorial-thread
    "You are my sunshine", he used to sing to me... "you make me happy, when skies are grey" I still answer him.
    Rest in Peace, my brave Batman and take care of your weggies from heaven, until we meet again.

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    She's not only an 'old soul', she's a poet with an insight into life and it's very roots...encourage her...
    Knowing how to think empowers you far beyond those who only know what to think. -NdT


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    That is so touching. I remember when I met Hana she really touched my soul.
    Phil Berggren, dx 2003

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    I would not believe Hana was only 7,this is an amazing work from someone so young. Be proud.
    If you can't be positive be optomistic.

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    Thanks you guys, you can't imagine how insanely proud I/we are of her.
    She's a little deep thinker and the spark that keeps the drive alive.

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    Here's anotherone of mine with a slightly seasonal touch

    IT'S NOT MY FAULT

    On Christmas eve the police caught Santa speeding,
    Six hundred in a thirty only zone.
    On top of that his headlights were not working,
    And his runner treads were worn down to the bone.
    They checked his brakes and said" they're none existant,
    You've no seat belt, you hane not got a horn.
    Just one more defect, and I tell you Santa,
    You'll rue the very day that you were born.
    And then the policeman made him do a breath test,
    The reading gave poor Santa quite a fright.
    He was fifteen thousand times the drink drive limit,
    So they locked old Santa Claus up overnight.
    They held a special court in Christmas morning,
    Told Santa that he may well go to jail.
    Because of all the serious charges pending,
    The magistrates decided against bail.
    They confiscated Santas sleigh and reindeer,
    Imposed on him a twelve year driving ban,
    Put fiftyseven points upon his licence,
    Gave six months jail time to the poor old man.
    And that my child is why this Christmas morning,
    You have no presents underneath the tree.
    There'll be none until Santa gets his licence,
    By that time you'll be nearly twenty three.


    I like Christmas a lot but could not resist telling this to my boys on Christmas morning, and did not get their presents out for another half hour. Does this make me a bad parent?
    If you can't be positive be optomistic.

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    Hi Mike,
    I love your story. it is ingeious
    and you are just a wonderful parent.
    Alysia
    dx 2008


    Here, in this forum, I have found my sweet eternal love, my beautiful Phil.. :
    https://www.wegeners-granulomatosis.com/forum/threads/4238-pberggren-memorial-thread
    "You are my sunshine", he used to sing to me... "you make me happy, when skies are grey" I still answer him.
    Rest in Peace, my brave Batman and take care of your weggies from heaven, until we meet again.

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    Hi all, I got a little home sick for the town where I was born a while ago, so the following poem is the result.
    HARTLEPOOL LAD.
    I want to see the sun rise,
    Over the cold North Sea.
    Watch the ships slip into harbour,
    And the gulls fly high and free.
    I want to stand on the Fish sands,
    And skip stones off the sea.
    Remember my times as a child here,
    And spend some time on me.

    Be the boy I was all those years ago,
    Be happy and be carefree.
    Eat fish and chips off the paper,
    And paddle in the sea.
    Remember the times when my family,
    Spent Sunday by the sea.
    Those who have gone before me,
    Are fresh in my memory.

    I want to see the sunset,
    Over the Durham hills.
    Drink a pint of strongarm,
    Forget about my ills.
    Remember all the good times,
    Forget about the sad.
    But most of all remember,
    When I was a Hartlepool lad.

    Strongarm is a local beer, and the Fish sands is a local beach which was used by the fishermen of the town.
    I went back to Hartlepool for a few days last week, and I feel rejuvernated.
    Love to you all, Mike
    If you can't be positive be optomistic.

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