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.
Monday, February 15, 2010
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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