Airliner down, 385 people drowned!

If I were one who drowned at sea

Would anybody think of me?

I have no medals to show my worth.

Nothing left of value to this earth.

No one to sit upon the shore

To pledge their love forevermore.

No body rescued to lay in the ground,

No memorabilia to be found.

How could I have gone through life,

Filled with worry, hate, and strife?

Why didn’t I take more thought

As many cautioned that I ought?

When I pass through eternity’s gate,

Will I discover I waited too late?

God, are you….



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About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. pranabaxom says:

    Footprint on sand

    Does being born
    Enslaves us
    To a life forlorn
    In the quest of
    Living a footprint
    On sand
    We dance and sing
    To the tune
    Of puppeteer unknown
    To be remembered
    After we are gone
    We happily accept
    The crown of thorn
    And make a mockery of
    Of others
    And our own
    ©Pranab Sarma, 2018

    PS: I wrote this in five minutes, spontaneously, as I was reading your post. This may have come out as crap, I have not read it full yet (scrolling down on my six year old cell phone is a pain on the rear). My sincere apologies.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Pranab, thanks so much for the joining in with my theme. Life does seem so futile with so many. Now I’m sure you know I’m not writing that for myself. My “puppeteer” is known to me. I see him as a dear guide. But the more blogs I read, the more I think many people feel they are just “washouts.” That when they are gone the “footprint” on the beach will be gone in the next wave. That’s not me, however. Great poem. Thanks so much for “dancing to my music” this day. 😀 You’re so right about not be pleased to send a message when you cannot see the the full version, but I looks like it came through in grand style.

  2. pranabaxom says:

    Regarding your “puppeteer”, happy that you have found. Very few fortunate ones can say that. Recent news about many who were supposed to help show the path is so heartbreaking. I got what was to be given and only thing I ask is peace for all.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Open to all. People are faulty whatever their label. I’m part of the set “people” so I am also faulty but I pray that some will see a bit of Jesus in me. I always enjoy you, Pranab. Thanks for being such a interactive blogger friend.

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  4. Dear Oneta,

    All questions we ask ourselves, aren’t they? The ending answers them all.



    • oneta hayes says:

      It will happen to all. Thanks, Rochelle, for the way you interact with all your contributors. There were a lot of them today. I read several. I love finding the many directions one’s mind takes as we try to avoid the obvious! 😀

  5. Faye says:

    I went to a funeral yesterday and I thank God for the life and the legacy she has left behind. Her funeral was inspirational in every way. She loved Jesus and her whole journey reverberated with His Love which she bequeathed down the generations. She was 103 last month. A generational legacy indeed defined by LOVE. yet she also weathered incredible sorrows. Not just the loss of husband, children 2, sisters and brothers but dear dear friends. Out of grief and lose she somehow became stronger in faith. Thank you always by sharing your thoughts and insights.

  6. Dawn Marie says:

    I AM.
    The entire world folds into two tiny words made up of 3 letters.
    How awesome I AM
    Hugs for the reminder.

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