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2003 August 19 I had a dream of
my 101 year old Aunt Betty
She was climbing steps
and needed some help

I will never forget that!

I wonder what wonder will happen often.
I see all of you and wish this spoken.

           "TOO DEEP"

Today is so special because we are all together
to cherish memories of Bobby Coughlin.
My fondest memory....

Elizabeth's Christening: Spring 1994-

My dad couldn't make it. He was sick; what the heck!

Boog, Eileen, Finn & Rose stepped it up with food and gifts and stories of the kids!
Later the clang of horse shoes and deep laughs got intermixed.
I'll bet you can imagine!

I am so lucky to have a special place in the Coughlin family's hearts.
Tonight let's take a look into the sky'
     Breath the wind
          and know your prayers are spoken of

And then some...

Hugs always,
Stace


brians song
Great Wall of China 1987
Cindy Ames 1943-44

Dear Mom,

from Stacey Lyn

 

It’s March 8, 2005 and a scary storm is blowing the blinds from outside my office windows tonight; 21:49!

 

I miss your calls,

I miss your voice,

                                I miss our laughs of joyous times.

               

I love it when Tom tells you a joke and you are totaly getting it; I do, truly miss that!

  

I miss your cooking,           

I miss your smirking,

                                I miss the funny faces that you can make.

 

David has inherited your eyebrow raise; he now has the additional lip curl (with much practice), I do have to say!

  

I honor your love,

                I honor your presence,       

I honor your dedication to perfection.

  

Going to your house yesterday looking for some bills, I knew instinctively where everything was.

  

I honor your organization,

I honor that you save everything,

I honor your style; although it's kinda back-dated at the sixties.

  

Tomorrow we transition from a hospital stay of twenty-six days, can you *&%# believe this?

  

I admire your pleasantries always of a smile,

                I admire your politeness to all,

                                I always admire your cleanliness and particularly ness.

 

I am getting confused and questioning why have you become this sick?

 

My dear dear Mom please,

Please,

Please come home to the love you have given to us.

  

And always remember I am your loving friend and daughter, no matter what the circumstances.

 

Stacey Lyn Hill Golden


Date: December 26, 1992

 

 

 

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ADVICE

 

            by dc HILL

 

The way to live?

  Strive!  Survive.

 

The alternative?

  Insane!  Remain. 

 

Just wait, anticipate

  And appreciate.


Date: July, 1992

 

 

 

 

ME

 

by dc HILL

 

 

Analytical, so some say

Has a condescending way.

 

That's not me you see.

It's my mask of fidelity.

 

Forget my pout, seek me out.

I'm sure there's more than meets the eye.


DATE: December 16, 1993

 

 

 

 

A   RIDDLE   FOR   THE   ENGLISH   MAJOR

 

            by dc HILL

 

You commissioned a poem of immense emotion.

So, this riddle is offered.

 

What is simple

Yet, infinitely complex?

 

What is trapped, onion-like,

Gift wrapped by surroundings?

 

What is confronted and also condemned

To ecstasy, agony, and uncertainty?

 

What goes on

Without the answer?


my Mom's been recently diagnosed w/ Alzheimer's

and wants to make pies for Thanksgiving.

I admire but watch with restlessness

never a dull moment in my presence!

God Bless...11/23/05


 


A True Fishing Tale! Look at those legs...HGHG

Date: July 7, 1992

 

 

 

 

A TRUE FISHING TALE

 

            by dc HILL

 

With my stick pole

I was dripping line

At my favorite fishing hole.

 

It was late,

No more bread

to use for bait.

 

Couldn't borrow - steal

bait from kin - friend

In the end, used an orange peel.

 

Laughs rained down

Self-image battered

By an inconsiderate clown

 

Harassed. It lasted until

My stickpole arched, delivering

A huge pickerel.

 

Clown turned back to friend.

He begged orange peels.

Relinquished some in the end.

 

Clown dipped line to sunset.

No luck.  Cooked my fishes.

Were they delicious?  You bet!


click here to hear Spring by Vivaldi....
Three Sources Rachel, Theodoreable, and Douglas

Date:  May 6, 1992

 

 

 

 

THREE SOURCES

 

            by dc HILL

 

                        1.

 

Yesterday, I saw life's energy flow.

Offered by a niece and her mate.

Whose transparent force was freely given

To two rising sons and others who surrounded them.

 

I have felt that energy force.

Only to do the same. And let it drain

And feel the exhilaration

Of its two-fold return.

My heart swells in remembrance again.

 

 

                        11.

 

A few yesterdays ago, I saw life's energy flow

From my mother.  Her aura sparkling, she sent

To companions, who under constant care,

Had retiring senses. They were aware

Of the precious gift she spent.

 

I came to know life's energy flow

In my beginnings.  I alone, in sorrow,

The world was bigger than my comprehension.

I ran back to enveloping arms and compensation.

Recharged, I would be challenged by wider horizons of tomorrow.

 

 

                        111.

 

I have seen life's energy flow

Welling from my sister and her love.

They gave it to an only daughter. 

Later, the same spring delivered

To five upstanding boys.

 

A year ago, I felt life's energy flow

To me.  That same sister, uniquely charged,

Released a thunderbolt.  Now I see

More distinctly, visions in my sojourn

To infinity.


FIRST EDITION PUBLICATION CONTENTS


 

CHAPTER 1 - SUMMER

 

BEACH CASTLES

A GULL’S FEATHER IN THE SAND

FILLING THE PAIL

HIGH BUSH BLUEBERRIES

ELIXIR FOR IMMORTALITY

MY FATHER’S DAY SOCKS

PC BOUND

THE PAINTER AND HIS PROTÉGÉ

ADVICE

AUNT DOT’S DONUTS

AFTERGLOW

THE CLIMB

HEART STOPPERS

A PASSIN’ FASHION?

AUNT CARRIE

STEPS ALONG THE WAY

SYNCOPATION

I TIED DRY FLIES

THE GATHERING

WALKING ON CLOUDS

RIPPLE WAVES

A TOSSED STONE

CONVERSATIONS

PICKIN’ IN THE EVENIN’

WALKING THE RIDGE

A TRUE FISHING TALE

HEART SONG

FIRST LOVE LOST

GROUND COVER

TAKE A LITTLE OFF THE SIDES

UNTITLED 

 

CHAPTER 2 - FALL

 

LETTER TO DAUGHTERS FAR AWAY

THREE PENDULUM SWINGS

METAMORPHOSIS

MY SHADOW

UNTITLED

THE HUNDRED YEAR STORM

SUMMER RENEWAL

CAUGHT

LIGHT MESSAGES

IT’S TIME

THE INVITATION

WILD PEA VINES

WORD SEARCH

BEACH EXCURSION

ME

GOD’S HUMOROUS LESSON

STRIKING THE BARGAIN

 

CHAPTER 3 - WINTER

 

WHY IS IT?

A GENEROUS SISTER

EMERGING ZOMBIE

AN INSPIRATION

A PILGRIM IN A CHERRY GROVE

RUSHING TO INFINITY

INNER SENSE II

REMEMBRANCES

THE AMOS SMITH HOMESTEAD

WHAT AM I?

ONEUPMANSHIP

THE TRUTH MIRROR

A FRIEND IS HURTING

MY BROTHER’S HOME

THE ULTIMATE GIFT

IN THE KNOTS

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?

THE CARAVAN

ACTING ON A FRIEND’S GENEROSITY

GUIDED HANDS

INNER SENSE I

FAITHFUL

TWO PLACES NEAR A CHERRY GROVE

MY FATHER’S FATHER

THREE SOURCES

NEW ENGLAND AUTUMN - 1991

SCENE AT THE WINDOW PANE

DESCENDING LEAVES

THE FIRST WAVE

IN AUTUMN WOODS

 

CHAPTER 4 - SPRING

 

EXPANDING WAVES

RICHES IN THE FIELD

A FRESH BREATH OF COLOR

A BUTTON CONNECTION

DROPPED EGGS ON TOAST

MOM’S BUTTONBOX

VISIONS IN DAWN’S LIGHT

HOUSE WARMING

SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE

AGE WARP IN THE SUPERSTORE

OPEN ARMS

THE LILAC CASTLE

THE HOME NEXT DOOR

A SUNDAY MORNING LESSON

WALKING ON WATER

A CHRISTMAS THOUGHT - 1991

MARCH DAWN

DIAMOND DESTINIES

 

CHAPTER 5 - OTHER

 

ONE DAY AT A TIME

FAMILY TREE

THE MIST TRILOGY

CONNECTING FOUR SMOOTH STONES

VARIATIONS ON A QUOTATION

CARRY ON

A RIDDLE FOR THE ENGLISH MAJOR

CROSSROADS

BRIEF STAY IN NIRVANA

WIND PRAYERS

 


Dear God in Heaven So High Above

Dear God in Heaven So High Above

Please help me to be filled with much more love,

For friends and relatives and mom and dad,

Even though sometimes they do get mad,

I say, "I am angry with them...for all I care..."

but deep down inside I love them it's there.

Dear God...in Heaven... so high above...,

please help me to be filled with much more love!

written 1969

Stacey Lyn Hill Golden


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