<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462798561785204652</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:12:16.208-07:00</updated><category term='dads'/><category term='mothers'/><category term='love'/><category term='strength'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='fathers'/><title type='text'>Celia Shay's Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofceliashay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462798561785204652/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofceliashay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Celia Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05972137767172831582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nND6C_OrMow/SFRmHDZe-9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P4_2GEs_i-E/S220/candle.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462798561785204652.post-7371223896380383133</id><published>2008-07-13T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T12:27:20.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>I lie awake&lt;br /&gt;alone &lt;br /&gt;in our bed&lt;br /&gt;nearly every night&lt;br /&gt;trying so hard &lt;br /&gt;not to picture you there&lt;br /&gt;to think of your laugh &lt;br /&gt;and your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder &lt;br /&gt;if she really knows you&lt;br /&gt;as well as she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;She knows your smile.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;Does she know &lt;br /&gt;how to coax it out&lt;br /&gt;when you're feeling down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I &lt;br /&gt;used to end every letter&lt;br /&gt;with a quote from a song&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite one was&lt;br /&gt;"I would walk a thousand miles"&lt;br /&gt;But you also told me,&lt;br /&gt;"When a man loves a woman&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep his mind on nothin else"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked to tell you&lt;br /&gt;"All my lovin'&lt;br /&gt;I will send to you"&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a lot of songs&lt;br /&gt;That I can't listen to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462798561785204652-7371223896380383133?l=poetryofceliashay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofceliashay.blogspot.com/feeds/7371223896380383133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462798561785204652&amp;postID=7371223896380383133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462798561785204652/posts/default/7371223896380383133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462798561785204652/posts/default/7371223896380383133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofceliashay.blogspot.com/2008/07/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics'/><author><name>Celia Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05972137767172831582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nND6C_OrMow/SFRmHDZe-9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P4_2GEs_i-E/S220/candle.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462798561785204652.post-7257902293149061065</id><published>2008-06-29T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:47:21.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Roses</title><content type='html'>I found myself while lost one day&lt;br /&gt;Within a garden maze.&lt;br /&gt;The walls were high, and somehow I&lt;br /&gt;had been there many days.&lt;br /&gt;The walls were made of roses&lt;br /&gt;and the sun was shining bright.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I just couldn't find&lt;br /&gt;my way into the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and family walked with me&lt;br /&gt;and made me feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped and smelled the roses &lt;br /&gt;and I hardly felt the thorns.&lt;br /&gt;But one way or another &lt;br /&gt;each one took a different road.&lt;br /&gt;And I was just fine by myself.&lt;br /&gt;But I was still alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I was wandering&lt;br /&gt;And came around a bend&lt;br /&gt;And standing there before me&lt;br /&gt;was a new and special friend.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know just then the love&lt;br /&gt;that was there behind his smile&lt;br /&gt;but I asked this friend to walk with me.&lt;br /&gt;For just a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we walked and talked together&lt;br /&gt;for many, many days.&lt;br /&gt;'Til finally we found ourselves&lt;br /&gt;at the exit to the maze.&lt;br /&gt;I looked into his shining eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and then we said "I do".&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's no-one that I rather &lt;br /&gt;would be lost with than with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew then that we'd be happy&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of both our days.&lt;br /&gt;So hand in hand, we stepped into&lt;br /&gt;the very next big maze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462798561785204652-7257902293149061065?l=poetryofceliashay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofceliashay.blogspot.com/feeds/7257902293149061065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462798561785204652&amp;postID=7257902293149061065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462798561785204652/posts/default/7257902293149061065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462798561785204652/posts/default/7257902293149061065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofceliashay.blogspot.com/2008/06/roses.html' title='Roses'/><author><name>Celia Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05972137767172831582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nND6C_OrMow/SFRmHDZe-9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P4_2GEs_i-E/S220/candle.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462798561785204652.post-3541854694066624019</id><published>2008-06-21T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T17:07:15.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><title type='text'>Whole-heartedly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ou faced the world whole-heartedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pen smiles, giving love, for everyone to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ndoubtedly the kindest person I have seen on Earth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ortunate I am, for having known you since my birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; plainclothes Angel, the Love you shared both simple and vast,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aring always, placing others first, until the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ndearing and Enduring both, your love stays strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;etermined woman.  Though so weak, you carried us along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ime with you was time well-spent, no matter why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ow many days we met to clean, to cook, to laugh, to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;very day and challenge you met with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ithholding that has never been your style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thers saw in you God's care and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;esounding in your eyes and in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oving mother, daughter, sister, friend, and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;evoted - that was how you lived your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462798561785204652-3541854694066624019?l=poetryofceliashay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofceliashay.blogspot.com/feeds/3541854694066624019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462798561785204652&amp;postID=3541854694066624019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462798561785204652/posts/default/3541854694066624019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462798561785204652/posts/default/3541854694066624019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofceliashay.blogspot.com/2008/06/y-ou-faced-world-whole-heartedly-o-pen.html' title='Whole-heartedly'/><author><name>Celia Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05972137767172831582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nND6C_OrMow/SFRmHDZe-9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P4_2GEs_i-E/S220/candle.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462798561785204652.post-2421446262903469655</id><published>2008-06-14T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T05:44:24.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Teach me to swim, please&lt;br /&gt;Today if you can&lt;br /&gt;Take me down to the beach&lt;br /&gt;Get me off the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands underneath me&lt;br /&gt;And hold on as I try&lt;br /&gt;When I say to, let go please&lt;br /&gt;But stay by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is a new thing&lt;br /&gt;And I want you there&lt;br /&gt;To show me you're watching&lt;br /&gt;To show me you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason I try&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, I'll be swimming&lt;br /&gt;And with your help, I'll fly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462798561785204652-2421446262903469655?l=poetryofceliashay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryofceliashay.blogspot.com/feeds/2421446262903469655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462798561785204652&amp;postID=2421446262903469655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462798561785204652/posts/default/2421446262903469655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462798561785204652/posts/default/2421446262903469655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryofceliashay.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Celia Shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05972137767172831582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nND6C_OrMow/SFRmHDZe-9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P4_2GEs_i-E/S220/candle.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
