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Based on a CBC Radio interview with Mary Frye in 2000, the above is believed to be the correct, original version of the poem. Extensive research has generally, if not fully, confirmed Mary to be the author.
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Because Mary was not a recognized poet, and because this poem was never officially published or copyrighted, there has been much debate over its origins and many different people have tried to claim it as their own or have written variations on the original. A housewife and florist who lived in Baltimore, Maryland, after marrying, she wrote this poem after learning that a friend's mother had died. Mary Elizabeth Clark Frye (1905-2004) was born in Dayton, Ohio, and was orphaned at the age of three. I do not die.Ask for this YDP anthology at your favorite bookstore or order it online today! Those we love are never really lost to us-įor everywhere their special love lives on. In words of wisdom we still carry with usĪnd memories that never will be gone. Thought there were times you did some things,
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If the sun should rise and find your eyesīut when I walked through heaven's gates, I wrote this when I was in the 7th grade and my teach entered it into a contest without me knowing about it under an annonymus name and there it continues to be titles written as.I have been told of a few other poems as well to be on the internet and one even in one of those "chicken Soup" books.Īll I ask is that you please give me the recongnition for this poem that I deserve as I try to track them all down, Thank you, Jennifer Salomone I want to thank you for sharing it with the world because it meant so much to me. "I wasn't aware that one of my Poems was circulating over the internet all these year, and, it wasn't until a dear friend of mine spotted it and brought it to my attention. I got this email in 2010 (I copied and pasted - the misspellings are not mine.) Some sources say it was written by Norma Cornett Marek in 1989. It is also listed with the titles No Regretsand If Tomorrow Never Comes and sometimes there are variation in some of the verses or verses left out. Several people have adapted the poem and claimed it as their own. Parts of it have definitely been around for many years. Two different women claimed to have written most of this poem back in the '30s and '40s. There is a lot of confusion about the author of the above poem. "Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay." What turned out to be their one last wish. Make up for all he suffered and all that seemed unfair.Īnd bury your sorrows in doing good deeds, So keep your arms around him Lord, and give him special care. We could not wish you back to suffer so again.
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Our hearts were almost broken, you fought so hard to stay.īut when we saw you sleeping so peacefully free from pain, He closed his arms around you and whispered, "Come to Me".
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Where nights full of pleasure seldom see the light of day, They're never worth nothing 'til we give them away.īut love's like a promise in an un-opened letter, Thoughts are like pennies we keep in our pockets. Put off 'til tomorrow what we'd really rather do tonight,Īnd love while we're here before time passes by. They roll down the river and slip out of sight. © Famous Music Corporation / Universal Sheddhouse Music / WB Music Corp.)ĭreams drift away like leaves on the water. (Kathy Mattea, written by Jon Vezner and Susan Longaker. Also see Memorial Albums, Tribute Albums, Heritage Albums, Death and Grief, Scrapping the Difficult Times, Baby Memorial Albums, and Children Memorial Albums.