Scardust Girl/Poetry Beyond the Grave

👣Scar Dust Girl🙏

Poem by Jennifer Devine RIP

As I sit in heaven 
And watch you everyday
I try to let you know with signs
I never went away

I hear you when you're laughing
And watch you as you sleep
I even place my arms around you
To calm you as you sleep

I see you wish the days away
Begging to have me home
So I try to send you signs
So you know you are not alone
Don't feel guilty that you have
Life that was denied to me
Heaven is truly beautiful
Just you wait and see

So live your life, laugh again
Enjoy yourself, be free
And know with every breath you take
You'll be taking one for me...

My beautiful friend lost her battle with Cystic Fibrosis before she was able to shine like the bright diamond she was!


Breathe and Believe

Jennifer Devine-Hatch RIP
Scardust by Jennifer Devine RIP🙏

I miss my dear friend, Jennifer Devine very much. She was a woman who was there for everyone, anytime regardless of her own struggles with her own health. I never heard her say an unkind word about anybody! She was such a beautiful human being with so much potential to thrive as a writer.

I will share her last wishes with you, her final poem, as a sign of deep respect and love for her. Since she can’t publish her work, I will share some of her writing. I truly believe she would have wanted me to share this with the world.

What would you write if you had one final poem to leave behind before passing on? I could think of nothing more satisfying than reading this poem, written by my beautiful friend who passed away during the holidays.

I know she is watching from Heaven and would love to hear from you. Please feel free to comment on her final poem. I will share the love with Jennifer’s brother, as we are still very close friends. He also has Cystic Fibrosis and is awaiting a new pair of lungs.

Published by J.Bosh

Who am I? What a difficult question to answer, even for me. Let's talk about me. Awkward already. I am a 41 year old mother of three, one that has already flown the coup. I am a warrior for children... may my vengeance rain down upon anyone who would dare to lay a hand on their child. I am a conspiracy theorist, which means that I am a thinker... all things that can be proven began with a theory. Am I correct? Rhetorical questions are my things. And puns. I am half realist and half visionary. And as Marshall Mathers says, a visionary, vision is scary. But do not be afraid. For I am only human. I'm a little nutty, but I'm not a fruit. Not that there's anything wrong with fruit.

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