[JustAmy]

November 29, 2008



Graphic by Billie

He Ain't Heavy
Lyrics

The road is long with many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where; Who knows where
But I'm strong, strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

So on we go, his welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear, we'll get there
For I know, he would not encumber me
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

If I'm laden at all, I'm laden with sadness
That everyone's heart isn't filled with the gladness
Of love for one another
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

It's a long, long road from which there is no return
While we're on the way to there, why not share
And the load doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy he's my brother

He's my brother
He ain't heavy, he's my brother

[JustAmy]

Billie, thank you for this wonderful Welcome Graphic .... both the original and this updated one.

I appreciate all you do and contribute to Amy's Place.
Thank you for making my life easier. :)

[MEG33]

Thank you for this beautiful graphic and poem.

Happy 11th FR Anniversary To You, Billie
Thank you for blessing us with so much beauty.

[jaycee]

That is so pretty and touching~~I remember years ago Father Flannagan’s Boys Home used that motto for their home. They’ve made advances now and it has a new name and is for boys and girls. In our earlier years my hubby and I sent small donations to Father Flannagan.

[Majie Purple]

Beautiful graphic and I love that song!!

Again,sorry for Your loss to all the Robinson Family & Friends who knew & loved Your brother.

Take care!

[Lady Jag]

If You Forget Me

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine. Pablo Neruda