I BREATH

I breathe deep as my paradise
unfolds to me.

I breathe life for the first time as I look
into my Daddy’s eyes to be.

I breathed lightly as I learned to walk, so lightly
as I fall, two big hands of love lift me back up.

I breathe slow as I meet my first girl, my little hear
feels funny. I could run up that sand hill to the top.

I breathe carefully as I see her sitting next to me
in high school, next dance I am going, left feet and all.

I breathe silently as she kisses me for the first time, my
girlfriend’s tears can breathe too I think. I make this call.

I breathe my dreams of her, how she touches my heart,
her fingertips on my lips, whispering my name.

I breathe her perfume as she walks away, I miss her
already. I don’t want an ending to this love game.

I breathe nerves as I get on my knees in our old
sandbox, a ring of love, never-ending day.

I’m breathless in the song of the Titanic; till death
do us part, my love will never go away.

Each lasting breath I have left breathes out my love to her now, my heart’s eyes say goodbye to her today.

I AM MICHAEL

I have watched the greatest get born, then close
their book with only a name to be remembered by.

All nations, all people of our children watched
in amazement, but always with a sigh.

Maybe there are pictures to show the greats,
yet they are all the same.

Many had their dreams for one chance to be on
top. To them it seemed always to be a game.

Inside, they were pushing their soul to the
limit. In all, the stars were their goal.

Come see they say, and many would, because
a champion would slow their life’s flow.

How they dazzled us with feats which
the human soul could do.

Anybody can be a great, yet not reaching the peak
or winning the big game didn’t make them feel blue.

Each one of us has his peak, his winning game,
you just have to look deep inside of who you are.

Let this be a poem for those who died without
knowing that in their souls, they were always the star.

HUMMINGBIRD

How I wish I could be this wonderful
little bird of nature’s gift.

Understanding this bird in my words
will be my magic of time’s rift.

Many beats does its wings flutter,
as a heart deep in love.

Maybe the beak is a little long, though
the beauty is far better than a dove.

In the silence its voice has bring tears to
my eyes, the purity of the voice is so rare.

Now your eyes must really be opened to see this bird
so small, yet large as a heart in love can dare.

Giving that you only see this bird at certain times,
your love is the same in a way.

Being small, you need to open your eyes
wide as you do with love every day.

I know fast this little bird is, faster
then turning a page on life.

Remembering that it can fly backwards is a magic side
in love, to go back and relive with your wife.

Does this bird remind you of an angel? To me
though, I see this as a wonderful insight.

HEARTS OF ONE ALWAYS AND FOREVER

How does a dream last? Wake up
and then you are gone.

Every dream of having the woman to be
by your side was many and not long.

Ask at Fate’s door often I did, yet the only
door between us was me not opening my eyes.

Reaching out my hand I did,
then my heart pushes a tear out.

Time stopped at last, the inner essence
of true love was upon me, without a doubt.

So many emotions all focused on me,
how I felt the soul of her heart touch me.

Only her soft tender kiss on me
opens my true path of what is to be.

Feeling a happiness I never expected,
so full of love was put upon us.

Once in a life line does this happen so I know
chances are few, follow my heart I must.

Now and forever is to me endless, so will
be my love in my eyes for her to see.

Each past love I will not forget, only this true love
has no past, just something to start new for me.

FLICKER OF LOVE

From closing your eyes at night or just
in full bloom of the day, I will be there.
Look at the tears as they come out and slowly
the hand of an angel wipes them off with so much care.
I believed that the best I could be was a mother
and friend to listen, cry, and laugh with all of you.
Can my candles of hope not give me inspiration for this?
Look in the mirror, part of me is always still there too.
Keep me close to your heart when life seems limited,
together we will prevail to find the answer to be.
Each moment a teardrop remembers me. I have one also, not
being able to hug my loves, it’s okay, drink your coffee or tea.
Reasons of dreams will come to you. When I will be
in them to hug away the hurt and wipe away the tear.
Often something or some word will make you laugh for no reason, crazy you are not, that will be me saying hi, have no fear.
Fortunes we may not have had, yet my gold
I looked at every day for this was real.
Let’s not forget, what’s worse than death is
when you lose all hope, no time for this to feel.
Only with unity as one can we believe, the sun
will shine in all your hearts because we are us.
Voices will try to help ease the pain, yet those
of family are true, comfort each other is a must.
Every time you look at the flame of a candle, my face will be there. The wisp of the smoke will be my love filling your essence with such.

To end and begin, the sad whisper of a rose as it falls from the heart, to once again bloom in heaven.

FINGERTIPS

Faces we see every day at work or on the streets,
but when I see yours, no others matter, only you.

In my heart your face is everlasting, every detail
I know. How do I forget those eyes of blue?

Now and then that certain touch you give me
grabs my heart to remind me.

Getting the message I do, this is
what makes my day happy to be.

Each night as you sleep, I watch over you
in my dreams, your smile knows this.

Reaching for your hand while we walk
I enjoy as our love beats as one, I give you a kiss.

Time will go on, for some unlucky it will go
too fast; for us, eve fell as we own time now.

I breathe our air, the essence of life, believe in our love
we will, to not we don’t know how.

Plenty moments of tears of joy we have,
my endless soul will never let you go.

So much warmth to give to each other we do
every day, true love never leaves you cold though.

How many ways can your love of your mother
be said? Till the end of your time.


THANK YOU MOM for making sure my diaper
never fell off as I was learning to walk.

THANK YOU MOM for stopping me from sucking
my thumb before eleven years old, got caught.

THANK YOU MOM for helping me not wet
my pants at night in bed without being mad.

THANK YOU MOM for showing me how to wrap a present
for school parties, I always got Katie, talk about red faced bad.

THANK YOU MOM for the words of hope when
my girlfriend broke up with me, as you wiped the tears.

THANK YOU MOM when I had a bad dream and you
held onto me until I went back to sleep with no fears.

THANK YOU MOM as you gave me my favorite piece
of candy to ease me as I was getting ready to wed.

THANK YOU MOM most of all, for bringing me into this world
of ours, words of love can never be enough to be said.

NO THANK YOU MOM when you left me when my child
was only five, God needed you too I guess.

THANK YOU MOM, from my son, who tells me at your grave you wiped his tears and gave him a piece of candy while holding his hand, true, the wrapper you could not miss.


for all mothers on Mother's Day

YOU NOURISH ME

You were always there when I needed you, yet
I hardly ever called for your help.

Our souls will always touch. Outside I
was facing my problems with a belt.

Until now I was skeptical of you, but destiny
played part in my whole to seek you.

No words came from my lips, my soul reached
out for your help. You heard and made the dark turn blue.

Underneath our existence stands our future door, which
only with our own faith can we step through.

One tiny pebble of life I was to you,
hope for an answer is all I could do.

Reaching out, I did not have to go to church to show
my love for him. His soul knew I was no fool.

I know now how powerful “belief” is,
grasp it with hope is what I will do.

So know now, I am not afraid of death. No one
can take my soul away from me, I will fight for it.

He gave me a message in a dream, and I knew he
would be by me, step by step.

Meanings I try to write, yet in my soul they
all come out right for him.

Every question asks for what happens after our life
ends, our souls will answer them.

I came to the bridge with my mind knowing
where I was to go.

I hesitated before the bridge, a gust of destination
pushed from behind with a mighty flow.

My life had ups and downs, yet that didn’t
seem to matter here.

I looked across and could see the bridge was
old with time, which many fear.

I saw no animals, no birds, just a dead sensation of
emptiness, which was not what I expected to have felt.

It was that last hand, which was to show
the way. The cards had been dealt.

I took a step, the bridge shook with a fading
waver of my last hope.

I had no fear, just the realization that the
ending was my own. With this, I had to cope.

The steps came, one by one. I stood at
the middle, the bridge shook all the more.

I looked back; a mist had formed and covered
everything. I now was at the bridge’s core.

I looked down and could feel it without seeing it,
the heat was very close.

I took a step forward; I heard a crack, then the ringing
of bells. I woke up hanging on to the bed post.

CANDLELIGHT

Can the truth be so real as we sit across
from each other and our eyes touch?

All hope of love rushes in
as a heartbeat on fire, yes, so much.

Nobody is on our minds except us two;
my hands touch hers, so soft.

Dancing to the flickering light her eyes do,
a teardrop falls, I am not that tough.

Letting the music flow through our bodies,
I know my love is gentle, yet strong in thought.

Each letter of forever is all I sense here,
she was always the one I sought.

Letting our lips meet is a passion long forgotten,
her fingers wipe my face of tears.

I have no words for what stirs inside, deep
in my heart, when she says forget your fears.

Getting that last deep breath out I do, the dim light
catches the sparkle of the ring I have out.

How does the fear of love feel so sad to me?
Of course she said yes, without a doubt.

Time had been so long looking, hoping,
wishing, was as being done from a long bout.

ARMS OF LOVE

As the heaviness of the early morning dew dripped off
the rose petals, so does the love of my baby from her eyes.

Reaching down, I wipe the tears away gently, as our eyes meet, reflection of my past looks back at me. To remember the past is hard when one dies.

Much warmth is flowing through my heart,
pictures of happiness cross my eyes’ sight.

So is this what reborn means? How many times
will I go through this until I get it right?

Out of all the life I have lived, I have a son,
twelve, not sure, hard to think.

For my mother of this miracle child, she is named Mary;
for her name I give her a last wink.

Letting me keep the memories will not be, up to
the mother, part of my endless soul he will have.

Others there will be, second chances they are being given.
When it is their time, clouds will hold their path.

Voices now I hear in my little ears, my son
seems to be on the right path, my wings await me.

Every movie, book, has a story to tell, I don’t know
who my father is, I write my version of who he was for all to see.


inspired by Benjamin Button

IF WE MEET AGAIN

Inside a heart lies a tiny hope waiting
for her to bring it out one more time.

Fools are sometimes why love is funny, we never really
lose it, her sun touches me, yet every day this thought is mine.

We are what we become when in love, endless,
yet if we don’t hold it tight, it slowly floats away.

Even as the sands of time flow on, I never forgot
the power of the heart, ever so as today.

Maybe the words faded in the wind once long ago, I still see
her face when I open my heart, then she fades back.

Every sky has colors when you are in love, as love drifts away,
blue takes over, rainbows are gone, reason is not hard to lack.

Enter the day when the cold was bitter outside, I was walking
in the forgotten park when two green eyes looked back at me.

Time stood still yet went back a step, stronger we were for
a moment, one love feels the fire inside heating the heart to be.

All I could feel at that moment was open arms
coming from my heart, reaching out.

Giving up real love she could not do, fight for
her man she would do, this is what love is about.

Always was a word on store to believe. Your mind took
the words from the heart, “Happy!” it did shout.

In that magic second to say hi, all of these emotions
poured through your eyes for her to see.

Now two lips touched and the brush of love once again
paints colors in the sky, this time always to be.

NOTE FROM MY HEART

Now as I write this, you may be thinking
to yourself “Where did I go wrong?
Often as you think backwards, wishing that being
there more would change the future, love was never gone.
To teach me from right from wrong I knew, I feel
I wanted more from life then I could have in my time.
Each bad emotion I had, you were there for me, soul mates
for nine months say this, yet this pain will always be mine.
Freedom of choice I was given, voice of advice
and help I had, my soul just had no ears.
Reach out to each other we did, so you know
this. My mother should not have my fears.
One day at a time I tried to take, I had friends
for this, friendship was a rainbow of no end.
Much regret I have passed on to you, Mom, precious love,
when will I see you again? Always to you I send.
Many moments as I build my body to feel
good, the thought of loneliness sets in.
Yesterday is today though, I guess for what happened
is the only way I thought I could win.
Have your tears you must, remorse sets in
my older life I made myself on my own to be.
Each teardrop I let go was for me to see and feel,
chances are, in your dreams, you will see me.
Always remember when the wind is right, the leaves
flow silently and dance for you, that’s me, so you know.
Reach for the key to open the prison door you have locked
yourself in, I will be around to take away the cold.
Time to me is forever; to wonder near my precious loved ones
not to let them make my mistake, my spirit tells me so.

MY HOME

Missing this thought of an emotion
made these words come true.

Yesterday I thought to myself, “If I could save
days to cherish, the day I met you would do.”

Here I am saying good-bye to lonely moments my heart
beats, the tears of hurt are now teardrops of joy to see.

One smile touched me so much, then your eyes
melted me to show that love is real, always this will be.

Maybe when I am far away, I should miss you more, yet
when I live in your heart, I am never far away from you.

Each day and night has a sun. She lies on my chest at night,
has her head on my shoulder in the day, endless is her love too.


THE HEART IS BUT AN ORGAN OF LIFE
BUT I LIVE THERE IN SPIRIT AND SOUL.

MY LITTLE HERO

Many dreams you had as a child, yet you watch
your older brother and sisters fade away.

Yesterday was so clear as a teenager becomes a man
so fast, family will always come first, even today.

Letting money not rule your life was hard, tiny hands
of little sister reminds you family is number one.

Inside your heart has family wrapped around it for warmth;
on the outside, the soul has God for hope never to be gone.

To the little teardrops that you hold close to your heart,
courage is needed instead, answers are for himself to ask.

Time was good to look back at, to laugh again
you will do to the faithful dawn, to let go will be a task.

Look at yourself Sis, I am part of you so I will be
around, family never forgets who you were.

Even now as life has some family in need of encouragement, others who worked for him will reflect his memory as never being called sir.

How the circle of life had you to be there to keep
it flowing right, the love of family never ends.

Each day the sun shines on him, this is maybe a sign he is giving all his family hope never to give up, love does not know how to bend.

Remember this, open your eyes and look into his,
when you see happiness you will know it’s time.

Often when you are by yourself and laugh out loud, crazy you are not, it’s your brothers humor, always near sister of mine.

PATIENCE

Perhaps knowing my heart can’t be broken any more
then it is makes my dreams come back to me.

All my true, precious love I had given was leaving as I stumble in the dark, knowing catching me will not be.

To feel the emotion inside and not see it on the outside needs your fingertips to wipe my heart’s tears.

I want to go on looking for someone as you. Survive
the weekdays, the weekends with many beers.

Each shadow of hope I cling to desperately. For me,
time must go on, I need to follow behind it.

Now and then I see her, no words are said,
our eyes only talk, love is fading, bit by bit.

Can the smile of a tear be real? She rang my doorbell
of hope two years later, fear of love had won.

Ever did I believe in myself those years. Tomorrow
finally came, her love for me had never been gone.

DREAMS WERE TO BE

Distance did not matter here. For some freedom,
others history to be made on a ship of glory to be.
Remember two worlds of life were on here, yet
pictures of the past showed the mingle of both to see.
Even the pockets of some had money of endless depth
while others had endless dreams deep in theirs.
As the talk of the rich was future wealth and
coming fairs, below it was of the expensive fares.
Music that night could be heard softly as whoever looked
at the waves, the faces were forever imprinted on them.
So the nightly ship was to follow history alright
as the lights became dim.
We remember only the stories told from ear
to ear, yet they died as one and lived as one.
Ever did the cold freeze them in time to seek
history together, their journey will never be gone.
Remembering heroes were few; mistakes
were made more as time put a shine on it.
Each name soon was forgotten until the ship
of hope was found again. Back they came, bit by bit.
To have a movie of this journey was money in the bank,
but to the survivors, empty pockets of lost love.
On the hands of some actors, a statue of glory they held while some
who died back then had a statue of a lady holding a torch high above.
Believe this, the rich will be sailing in history as fate
gave them this reward, forever in time this will be.
Ease the fate of those who dreamed of a better life, God gently
brought them to heaven’s door, they were the key.

HAPPY NOW

Here the ages have no say. Love is still
strong no matter how the wind blows.

Always the wills of a man and a woman in love
can make them drift apart, it always shows.

Perhaps, because we are human this is, years it may have taken
to find yourself, talk to each other will help find out.

Putting memories to the reasons of love is the beat of a heart
as you kiss. The smile of the eyes is what it is about.

Yes, sometime you wonder, yet you know the answer,
maybe a prayer will help, the will of hope is there.

Now to say you are too far along to change is the spirit of love
needing help; compromise, a word that knows how to care.

One in love would whisper to the heart, love
of a teardrop is a never ending tune to be.

We forget though that teardrops
of love are priceless to see.

Little Sis

Letting my words give meaning is hard
sometimes, so my friend poet is helping me.

I remember my life growing up with you, all I know
is we were always sisters, equal to be.

To be the youngest makes you more important to me,
I enjoy my moments every time I get to see you.

Two minds we are, though both older; when together
in my mind I wish tomorrow would never come, I really do.

Life will go on I know, I just want to share
my heart with you the best way I can.

Each moment when we did something together, I cherished
very much, you are my teardrop in my life’s sand.

Search for love at the moment isn’t with me, yet
the love of family I do, especially from you, Patty Sue.

I wish happiness for who are left of our family,
I hug you to give you hope is what I always do.

Sister of mine, when you read this, close your eyes and I
will be there, especially when you’re lonely and blue.

Wing Touch

When she was born, she was my little angel. She was
my life, changed her diapers, what a chore, all mine.

In years to come and go we were one, part of me looked
back in my eyes and said Daddy to me, famous line.

Now she was five when my little angel died of cancer. Before she closed
her eyes she whispered, “Daddy, I always will be with you.”

Given ten years now since she left me, life has not
been easy, yet say good night to her every night I do.

There were moments when I had close encounters of being
hurt. Once I fell off a ladder onto a bush five feet away.

Often things like this happened, strange that every time near where
I was saved, I found little feathers, tiny yet even today.

Under the falling rain I was crossing the street and felt a push, a truck
missed me by inches, I landed on grass next to little feathers of white.

Can the love a child gone for so many years let the soul
remember words whispered of a little angel that lonely night?

Here my time for heaven has come, a little hand reaches out with wings so wide, yet one end of her wings has feathers missing, love does have a strong might.

My Soul

My dreams never seem to let me forget the love that I
have lost. They come from within the mind of my heart.

You cry in your dreams or feel the true pain it leaves,
my shadow followed me here, all my walls came apart.

She still is my love of yesterday, her face so clear, the face
of true love I remember, she was my heaven, I am so sad.

Outside my dream, she has been with someone else, yet
in my dream seeing her with someone else tears me so bad.

Understand this makes me shake inside and out.
I wake up and pray for her not to get hurt like I am.

Look at me. I want to hold her and take away the pain of my love from her. I have to live without you, yet my tears remind me I was to blame.

Christmas

Can the joy of this day to come not be
so bright in the eyes of our kids to see?

How they wait for Grandma and Grandpa to come and read
that famous story, for then afterwards Santa will be.

Read the names on the presents they do, not caring what
it is as much as knowing the true meaning of this day.

Inside you look as you turn the decorations on outside. “Family” waiting
for you to say a prayer of love for all, always it should be this way.

So the wood crackles in the fireplace as the story is read. Once again,
you hold your sister’s hand as she holds your brother’s too.

To Mom and Dad who sit together watching this, a whip
of stardust flows out as they look into each other’s eyes.

Much hope is said as they go to bed. Mom says’ “Santa called
and said they were good.” Hey it’s my story, just little innocent lies.

As the presents are gone through with little fingers, one is never opened,
this is for those who lost a loved one, to keep Christmas going on.

So for those who have lost someone on this day, close your eyes
and let the memory come. See, they were never gone.



This Christmas for those we lost, the pictures of our family in my mind, I send to you as a portrait in the sky.

Not Reach

Now I watch my candle of life flicker on as hers is
slowly losing its flame, so close yet so far to keep it lit.

On good days, her eyes glowed with love as do yours. On endless days,
her eyes of pain tears your heart in two, tears are a sure bet.

Time, if you could grasp it to slow it down, her smile tells you
she know this, years of being one hides nothing you think.

Remembering when you came to see her, she did her best
to look pretty for you, still could gave you that special wink.

Every morning the imprint of where you sat as
she slept is wet from silent tears for her not to hear.

All she says to you is your love for her will surround
her essence as the angels come to take away the fear.

Can the mighty hands be so strong, yet too weak to help fight for her?
That last night you pick her up and longingly kiss her lips of red.

Here you sleep on that chair of faith, a whisper in your ear with a kiss says,
“I love you always” as her hand you were holding slips to the side of the bed.

Dear Grandma

Does time of a lost one hear us or even remember
our love for her? We hope she can hear this.

Each of us are now grown, we take turns reading our memories
of you, we think our teardrops you can never miss.

Always first we thank you for having our mother so that we could
meet you, then we thank God for creating you from His heart.

Remember when we were little? You held on to us, each on one knee, kissing our foreheads, kisses for two butterflies never to take us apart.

Giving us presents on Christmas was easy; looking at your big, bright teardrops fall was not, yet not as big as ours when we hugged you.

Remember as you tucked us in at night with a story was special. In our dreams we asked God never to take you away, always we would do.

As kids, right and wrong was hard to hold in our small minds, so you
would remind us so much, your words still surround us till this day.

Now spoil us is a right given away only to Grandmas, so treats
were special. Our treat was you, miss it now since you are away.

Distance is long but we feel if we hold out our hands to the clouds,
touch them you will to remind us love is good, never to end.

Maybe we read what we wrote every year to you in hope that when it is our time, you will remember us, these words are our beacons of love we send.

All of us die; it’s what you do in life that continues on. We lay our message on your resting place with two fresh red roses, waiting for when.