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A Tribute to Starting Over by Jennifer Hope

Thank you Jennifer Hope for sharing this beautiful tribute with us! We are honored to have you as a member of our storytelling community!

A Tribute to Starting Over: Stories of New Beginnings by Eileen Doyon-Inspired this special lyrical sway of ideologies in a poetic format for future publications via songs, recited almost as literature on keynote spotlight!

As a young girl…

There was tension…

Lots of dancing…


Typewriters too…

Word Processors…

Then, laptops and tablets with too many features-to boot!

Today, I’m good…

With or without fancy technology…

More reserved perhaps…

At times, somewhat a muse…

Not at all amused when life gets hard…

Yet, still a bit more hopeful and prayerful than before…

Prefer a break from time to time…

However, perhaps a book to read…

A computer screen without any internet service to just envision as a stage to recite poetry…

Perhaps inspired by “Story Teller’s Talents”, technology though, truly does have its time and place…

Just saying that in the yesteryears, there was a tale or story teller or two, sharing heartfelt views…

So I reference those days of heartfelt bliss, perhaps these days with much more stress or emphasis on

CORE VALUES that resonated so well with Humbled Heroes in my Family Tree!

On this note, there’s so much to be grateful for indeed!

Thank you again Author Eileen Doyon and Danny Doyon.

In order to extend this Honorable Tribute to Veterans and Law Enforcement Officers; in addition, First Responders such as Peace Officers and Corrections Officers and All areas of Law Enforcement as well as First Responder(s) areas of expertise-pause, I have never let one day go by without remembering Our Fallen Heroes with their Lives lost for Our Blessings and every single day to breathe in fresh air-in order to inhale and exhale, to focus on exercises that will rejuvenate our essence and create a synergy of lifestyles to enjoy every milestone that paves way to brighter days-pause, let us not forget Our brave Heroes and let us thank each and every Patriotic-Passionate Keynote Speaker aka First Responders with a heart, with a voice to speak on the behalf of others and not lose sight of the hope to have our Prisoners of War (POW) Heroes prayerfully find their way back to Home, back to safety, wherever that be…

I prayerfully would like to recall the yesteryears reciting heartfelt poetry to Late Veteran Grandpa, as Grandpa’s Girl…

Blessings and Prayers Respectfully!


Jennifer Hope aka Jennifer Hope Siller-Lasry

“Heaven’s Grocery Store”

So we are currently in the process of laying out Letters To Heaven and today we came across this poem submitted as part of the Flynn Girls’ letter to their Gram, Janet Flynn. Absolutely beautiful! Thank you for sharing in #letterstoheaven!

[Author Unknown]

I was walking down life’s highway a long time ago. FlynnTrisha1 watermark
One day I saw a sign that read,


As I got a little closer
the door came open wide
And when I came to myself
I was standing inside.

I saw a host of ANGELS.
They were standing everywhere.
One handed me a basket and said,
“My Child shop with care”.

Everything a Christian needed
was in that grocery store.
And all you couldn’t carry,
you could come back the next day for more.

First, I got some PATIENCE:
LOVE was in the same row.
Further down was UNDERSTANDING:
You need that everywhere you go.

I got a box or two of WISDOM,
a bag or two of FAITH.
I just couldn’t miss the HOLY GHOST,
For it was all over the place.

I stopped to get some STRENGTH and COURAGE
To help me run this race.
By then my basket was getting full,
But I remembered I needed some GRACE.

I didn’t forget SALVATION,
For SALVATION was free,
So I tried to get enough of that
To save both You and Me.
Then I started up to the counter
To pay my grocery bill,
For I thought I had everything
To do the MASTER’S Will.

As I went up the aisle, I saw PRAYER:
And I just had to put that in,
for I knew when I stepped outside,
I would run into Sin.

PEACE AND JOY were plenty
they were last on the shelf.
SONG and PRAISE were hanging near,
so I just helped myself.

Then I said to the angel,
“Now, how much do I owe?”
He smiled and said,
“Just take them everywhere you go.”

Again, I smiled and said,
“How much do I really owe?”
He smiled again and said,


Best Friends – Happy 30th

Best friends Rachel and Jen turned 30 in the same year. Here are the poems

they wrote to each other to commemorate the special birthday:

Rachel’s poem to Jen:

Happy Birthday to a girl who’s 30
She’s my best friend and she’s rather flirty.
With her 95 year old men fall in love
Cuz she finally found skinny jeans that fit like a glove.
I wish she would like me more than her dog,
But I just can’t compete with that snorting hog.
Not sure why cause he’s pretty needy-
Oh well, I guess I’m just being greedy.
9 years has passed with this friend of mine,
But we’re a long way off from the end of the line.
Sometimes we giggle so hard we can’t speak,
Especially when we watch “Drive”-we laugh for a week.
People say we’re too much the same,
But that’s what happens when you know someone’s brain.
If you know us well we are quite different,
On our birth certs you won’t find a misprint.
We aren’t sisters or twins with the same mom and dad,
Just friends who replace the sibling neither of us had.
She’s soft, I’m hard.
She’s open, I have a guard.
She’s nice, I’m truth.
She’s logic, I’m youth.
When she’s sad I sing her Justin Bieb,
And she looks at me like I’m a dorky dweeb.
Deep down I know she loves every minute,
And when she sees something I like she will always pin it.
Every brunette needs a blonde best friend,
And that’s why I’ll have her til the bitter end.
Today is the day my roommate was born,
Thanks to her parents and a whole lot of porn!
Love you Jennifer. “What would you do without me?”

Jen’s poem to Rachel:

30 years ago today
Bill and Sandy shouted HORRAY
Baby Rachie Lyn was born
At 1 in the afternoon not the morn
Their second child, a baby girl
With big blue eyes and soft blonde curls
She grew up in SGF on West River Road
The moved to Tanglewood Lane haunted by a ghost
10 years of memories with my best friend
It is just the beginning and far from the end
We met at 20 at SJFC
We bonded instantly, my best friend and me
Some people say we are one in the same
A blonde and brunette who share the same brain
But there are some things that set Rach apart
Her love of Beiber is just the start
She only sleeps on half of her bed
Using the other side for clothes instead
Mint blistex she cant do without
Any other brand will cause her to pout
Her nail polish must match the season
Wearing a scarf doesn’t require a reason
Rachel is very into fashion
Make-up is my thing
Clothes are more her passion
She loves her kids and is firm but funny
She likes laying by the pool and days that are sunny
I promise you will never find
Someone who eats cereal like this friend of mine
For dinner she eats her veggies and dip
A piece of toast or sometimes rice chips
She likes shows and books about relationships and love
The chocolate she enjoys is made by dove
Don’t even mention Game of Thrones
She will slit your throat or break your bones
My best buddy and strong and wise
She is often flirty with her “hey boys”
She likes guys with nice hands and clean nails
If you make her the center of attention you are sure to prevail
Sandy and Bill I can’t thank you enough
For giving me a BEST FRIEND that I truly LOVE!
HAPPY 30th RACHIE!!!!!!

Mother / Daughter Best Friends

A special poem from a mother to her best friend / daughter:


I don’t even know where to begin.
I’ll never forget the day you were born
I woke up in labor on Father’s Day morn.
I didn’t tell Dad right away, you see
I wanted to shower & he probably wouldn’t have wanted to wait for me!
We stopped at Nancy & Tim’s for their fancy camera for pictures
so I could show you off to my far away sisters.
We couldn’t take pictures with phones, iPads or such hype,
and we certainly didn’t have anything like Skype!
It’s no wonder Nancy was so nervous & looked sickly;
because once at the hospital, you were born quite quickly.
We were so happy to have such a beautiful baby girl
but with our family genes, it’s no wonder you sometimes act like a squirrel!
Even though your brother first wanted to feed you to the horses,
you ended up taking lots of teaching courses.
Although I’m so proud you’ve become a great teacher,
I’m not even sure that that’s your best feature.
There’s fashion, there’s beauty and you work hard to be fit,
but I think most of all, I love your wit.
Before this poem comes to an end
maybe it’s that you’re such a good friend.
So don’t worry at all about turning 30
to this list just add to your “gifts”, FLIRTY!!!

Love you to pieces, Rach!!