There will be a additional pages put up for our beloved panda, as soon as all of us here at ATR can grasp our personal loss.

This and other pages for the things she loved and special comments by those she loved will be added.

For Panda

Call out the tribes, let all gather round
Let the word now be spread and the trumpets now sound
Be ye submissive or Master, player or knave
And give honors and glory at the feet of a slave

She is called Panda,a submissive, and slave
And other things as well
As in her time she has trod both sides
Of the boarder between heaven and Hell

A woman of talent and grace
Of skill and of art
A creator of beauty and joy
And at times a bit of a tart.

Her body tis now weary
But her soul still fresh and sweet as the dew
As her last rest now becons
And her last rewards are in view

Her joys and her sorrows
They are now put to their rest
As she looks back in pride
And knows that she has passed every test

To those who have wronged her
She holds them no grudge
And to those she calls friends
She smiles and she winks and then gives them a nudge

She calls for no memorials
Save those in the hearts of her friends
For friendship is eternal
And death is not where the sisterhood ends

So forgive us dear Panda
If your friends morne your passing and weep
For we love you and honor you
But it's time now for the Panda to sleep.

Written with gratitude by SirWolfr1
For all of the tireless work panda, dear friend, you did for my gallery of writings.

Tempering
We scream out in our pain,
we yell out in our rage.
While our young lives are torn apart,
like a book, page by page.
As we grow, we learn,
to be sheep no more.
We stand there strong and tall,
like soldiers after a war.
The ones that did the destroying,
all wore the face of a one-time friend.
To ourselves we make this solemn vow,
to never be so trusting again.
As we age, the pain and scars,
have almost always healed.
We keep it all to ourselves,
our “dirty secrets” must never be revealed.
As we wander about we find others,
who like ourselves have survived.
We recognize these ones as kin,
all lucky to still be alive.
With these few, we often share
the tales of our shame.
We have all been tested
By abuse’s consuming flame.
We are now all stronger,
Because of what we’ve been put through.
Perhaps though now we see life
with a slightly different view.

© April 11, 2001
Marlene E. Sunderland

...You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name

...Loneliness was tough
The toughest role you ever played

...And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in.

Your candle burned out long before
Your legend never will

Midi and words from Candle in the Wind written by Elton John,
sequenced by Norma Williams
Used with permssion

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