CHEAP CARIBBEAN VACATIONS

Fimark's Family Reunion Poetry Collection

When we celebrate new life or weep over lives lost we rise and tell their story. 

Their lives imprinted in our memory never to be forgotten. We rise to tell their story.

When we hear their voices in our own laughter and their song becomes the music of our lives. As we grow older and their conviction becomes our own. We rise to tell their story.

When we're trying to remember something in time long forgotten and they are suddenly there stealing the scene and teaching us now what we could not understand then,  we rise to tell their story.

When we visit the old homestead and smell the sweet smells, touch the textures as our hearts breath suddenly revived reliving moments long forgotten their lives rewritten in  minds  we rise to tell their story

When we are comforted by the sweet assurance that when we reach our destiny and come to rest we will neither be alone nor be forgotten. For then you, our sons and daughters will surely have to rise and tell our story.

Because we we're born and we've been laid to rest and for all of life's celebrations in between we will once again awaken in someone's  memory who found a reason to step back into the past and touch a memory resurrected and rise and tell our story. 

And O what a sweet, sweet story you will have to tell. 

Author - Mark Askew, founder, Legendary Heritage Heirlooms

To walk with wise ones and become wise -  To keep on walking when the stupid one cries 

To value suggestions and listen to warning and conceal yourself from tragedy ruin and mourning

To keep your feet far from the house of foolish  laughter. 
To remove an eyes splinter before it becomes a rafter. 

To be cautious as a serpent and innocent as a dove.
To protect good motive, value trust and come to know true love

Wile you are alive concern yourself with the 1,679,849,607,000 things that had to go right 
In order for you to experience the miracle of life.
For the devising of destruction, ruin and death are the works of the dead who cause their own strife. 

Be loyal to your mother who carried you 270 days 
For even after screaming, crying and whaling for her wombs release she is the one who continues to carry you in so many other ways. 

Meditations On The Scriptures I
- Mark Askew, founder, Legendary Heritage Heirlooms

In the multitude of counselors you will save  yourself so long as you carefully select your board of directors.

Aspire to get the overview and you'll always know what's coming around the corner.

If you do not understand what these words of wisdom mean have the courage to ask and the humility to listen.

Meditations On The Scriptures II
- Mark Askew, founder, Legendary Heritage Heirlooms

http://www.oprah.com/presents/2006/legends

The Family Tree

I think that I shall never see

The finish of a family tree.


As it forever seems to grow

From roots that started long ago

Way back in ancient history times,

In foreign land and distant climes.


From them grew trunk and branching limb,

That dated back to times so dim.

One seldom knows exactly when

The parents met and married then,


Nor when the twigs began to grow

With odd named children row on row …

Though verse like this is made by me,

The end’s in sight as you can see.


"Tis not the same with family trees

that grow and grow through centuries!

(Author unknown)

Somehow by grace and providence we've arrived to fall upon the bosom of all our family. To kiss warm faces and wipe the tears of joy from cheeks cracked and dimpled by time.  We found our way back home. We found our way back home. 

By some miracle we all stand and look around and are reminded that ours is a union resilient and empowered by years of congealed tears of joy, love and sorrow. Braced by our own blood, comforted by our own songs we labor to find our way home...
We found our way back home.

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Finding Our Way Back Home - A Family Reunion Poem ...continued 

While we still can stand let us vow to inspire and aspire to be true to this family union not made by chance but by the love of two hearts that also managed to take a stand and build a a strong house. Because of them we found our way back home.  

Lets celebrate life and drink up the day making  time stand still for but a moment and then spend the rest of our days remembering sweetly from where we've come. The home from where we've come.  For we have found our way back home.

As we reminisce about loved ones now gone we realize that they are not so far away for when they built this house they built a life from which we could prosper. In every heart beat they  beat death and live strong  in our laughter, in our song, in our very being they find their way back home. 

 And so we lengthen the tent cords and raise the tent cloths to bring together their progeny  let our mothers and fathers laid to rest live  strong in us and thus we bring them home. We bring them back home.

Year after year, generation after generation, alive or at rest, if only for a brief moment by one path or another we all here today and those laid to rest have found the way back home. 

Author - Mark Askew, founder, Legendary Heritage Heirlooms

To Our Sons Who Aspire To Be Men

If you can keep your head when all about you 
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;


If you can dream--and not make dreams your master;

If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;


If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;


If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch;


If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run--
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

- Yudyard Kipling