Joys of Motherhood
When I gingerly held my new born,
I could have at that moment sworn,
As I watched him with moist eyes,
I had no clue my life was going to turn topsy turvy
Sleepless nights, making the formula right,
I think those days I looked a sight.
But when he looked at me with trust
I would forget all my fatigue.
I couldn’t stop talking about him,
At times it irked my husband a bit.
He complained now I have no time
For him and my son was my only priority.
The years flew, he started school,
He looked up to me as his idol
But soon the place was replaced by his teachers,
Who he told me knew better.
But honestly I was not prepared
When he became a teenager.
To handle overnight a rebel,
Its just hormones, I would tell
Myself, and he would soon settle,
I think my life had become hell.
Where did I go wrong I wondered,
As to make his point, he thundered.
I would cry every night
After we had an ugly fight.
I would find myself brood
Is this called joys of motherhood?
Soon time came for him to go overseas
To pursue higher studies.
I got an email after a few weeks,
Mom, I am sorry for being such a creep.
Can you find it in your heart to forgive?
I just couldn’t believe.
Then one day he wrote
I miss your cooking and home.
My heart once again felt light
Can a mother hold anything against her child?
We were once again becoming close
Distance makes us value our loved ones, I suppose.
In the same home, one child grew bold and other meek,
Has it to do with genes, or we are all unique?
Still I wish parenthood,
Would come with a guidebook
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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A Tribute to Motherhood
I was going on a journey by train,
Outside it had started to rain.
My eyes rested on a mother and a child.
It is only possible to find
Such a look of tenderness on a mother’s face.
It was a moment filled with grace.
As the child looked up at her,
It instinctively knew it was her mother
And he can have complete trust
In her, that she will always put him first.
Compassionate, forgiving, tender and loving
At times firm, but forever giving.
God created mothers as he couldn’t be everywhere,
So each child could get his fair share
Of protection and love, when in need.
She not only feeds and reads
To him but by example leads.
And tries her best to sow the right seeds.
My mother is no more
She will never walk in through that door.
But where ever she is, she is blessing me
I know in my heart, she taught me how to be.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Who's Joe?
Hey Joe what you're doing?
It seems like it's all going wrong
There's a storm in the sky passing over
And it looks like it's going to be strong
You've got eyes like an old wounded soldier
They cry tears to the losts in the wind
Hey Joe
Hey Joe
Hey Joe
What are your gonna do?
I looked for you
I'll get you home
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I've got to find you
I've got to find you (Whatever you do)
I looked for you
I'll take you there
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I've got to find you
Whatever I do (Whatever you do)
Hey Joe what you're doing?
They say you don't care anymore
You had your heart [hurt?] by a woman
Now it doesn't work anymore
She said that you had it coming
That you were no good from the start
Hey Joe
Hey Joe
Hey Joe
Time to go home
I looked for you
I'll get you home
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I've got to find you
I've got to find you (Whatever you do)
I looked for you
I'll take you there
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I've got to find you
Whatever I do (Whatever I do)
Whatever I do (Whatever I do)
Whatever I do (Whatever I do)
Whatever I do (Whatever I do)
Whatever I do (Whatever I do)
song performed by by New Order
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For My Boys - Dedicated to Brendan & Christopher
My life changed the day,
You came into this world.
The life that I knew,
Became unfurled.
In held you so close.
I looked in your eyes.
The joy that I felt.
And the tears filled my eyes.
My finger you took.
You grasped with your hand.
For your life I would fight.
For your dreams I would stand.
I then took you home.
My sweet little boy.
You were God's special gift.
My bundle of joy.
Time it passed on.
You started to talk.
Then within a few weeks.
Your first steps you did walk.
The first day of school.
It was then I did know.
One day I would have to,
Let my special gift go.
You scored your first goal.
Mom and I were so proud.
We cheered for you son.
We praised you so loud.
Time it marched on,
You had your first date.
You were growing so fast.
Time does not wait.
Then you drove the car.
You drove it away.
I remembered the little ones.
In which you used to play.
Now off to college.
My boys now a man.
I can't help to remember.
The day it began.
Then you fell in love.
You walked down the aisle.
The future you'd have.
Made mom and me smile.
Your first child was born
Now you and your wife.
Had your special gift.
And your reason for life.
I remember the Christmas.
That we had that year.
New memories to cherish.
The old ones still dear.
But I just want to tell you.
The days that I miss.
Toys in the rec room.
That sweet good night kiss.
Prayers before bedtime.
Watching my angels sleep.
These are the moments.
In my heart I do keep.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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How Time Passed
I told you not to go, but you went anyway
You screamed I love you and I screamed it back
You said I’ll be back before I wake up
Right then and there I started to worry
Staying up all night crying my self to sleep
I heard a cry in the night, but it was just my child
Then a thought struck me he never said good bye
Why wouldn’t you say good night to your son?
In the middle of the night I prayed to god
“Please bring back my husband safely to his family.”
The sun finally rose and my husband hadn’t come home
I drove to his ex house, his mom, friends, and hide out
He was gone and no evidence was around
Fear was in my eyes as I looked at my child
I called all the investigators and police to find my love
They couldn’t find him and I started to cry
That same day I saw you on the news you lost your memory
I rushed down there and gave you a kiss and you said honey is dinner ready
I cried and laugh thinking god you’re still alive
I knew you didn’t disappear or leave us behind
poem by Keturah Bailey
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The Birth
he was born on a dark lonely night
and not a soul was in sight.
his mother was driving home
on that starry night, when she started
to feel the contractions.
she knew right then that she would
have to take action.
she pulled alongside that old country road
and her stomach she did hold
.
when she felt that waterbag bust
and in GOD she put her trust.
she asked the LORD what she should do
for she knew not what to do.
she heard a voice so soft and gentle
that told her to stay calm.
for this was a special child
that would be born this night
and that everything was going
to be allright.
she pushed the front seat back
as far as it would go
and took off her clothing so
that she could see.
the pains became so severe
and a head did appear.
she pushed with all her might
so that this child could be free.
for this was the way
it was meant to be.
as the child started to come out
from her lungs came a shout.
this child came out with such ease
and she felt a gentle breeze
as if it was a whisper upon her face
and she knew it was through GODS grace.
with a penknife she cut the cord.
and cleaned him up the best she could.
she wrapped him within her coat
and put the heater on
and drove back to a distant farm.
when she got to the farm
and banged upon the door.
when no one answered
she knealt down on the floor.
again she called upon the LORD
and asked what she should do.
he told her to look towads the barn
for there was a light as bright as day
and the farmer was baling hay.
as she got to the barn door
she collapsed in sheer exhaustion.
when she finally opened up her eyes
on the hay she did lay.
and beside her lay her child.
and the farmer told her she was
out for quite a while.
but the ambulance was on the way
and that he could not move her
in fear of jeopardizing her life
and that she was cleaned up
by his lovely wife.
now the farmers wife was
a religious woman
who believed that nothing
happens by chance.
and at this child she did glance.
she said that he had an aura
of light above his head
just like the bible which she had read.
she looked at this childs mother
and asked her this:
'is this coincidence or is this
a sign from above
that he would be in a barn
like christ was in the manger?
she recalled that gentle voice and
what it had said.
that a special child would be born on this night.
now you tell me.
was she wrong, or was she right?
poem by Louis Rams
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He Proposed
Verse i
It was valentines day february the 14th
My baby took me to a special place
Said he had a surprise for me
He told me to close my eyes
So that I could not see and when I opened them up
He was on one knee reachin for my hand (thats when)
Chorus
He proposed to me- he proposed with a diamond ring
I started crying- he placed it on my finger and I said
Yes- he proposed to me- he proposed with a diamond
Ring I couldnt believe it I looked in his eyes and i
Said yes.
Verse ii
Ill never forget that night- it was 8:43 pm to be
Precise
He looked into my eyes and said-youve made me the
Happiest man alive. soon as I got home I called my
Mother on the phone- said you wont believe what just
Happened to me
Bridge
We will be together-this I know
We will love forever my heart told me so
If you promise to hold me tight and never let me go
Well be husband and wife
For the rest of our lives
song performed by by Kelly Price
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Are You Going To See Your Mom?
'Mom,
I come back again.'
I shouted
in my mind.
It is said that
Plane flies fast.
But my heart
flew to my Mom
before the plane landed.
I knew
that my sisters come here
in turn everyday.
Now this day
I would be on duty.
When I stepped into the nursing home,
I saw Mom in a wheel chair,
with more white hair,
and more wrinkles on face.
I gave her a hug,
'Hi, Mom.' I shouted near her ear.
Mom stared me with dull sight,
then held my hands,
'Sister' she called me,
She couldn't recognize me!
I couldn't hold my tears any more.
Mom didn't cry,
just wiped out my tears
using her hand.
When lunch was ready,
I fed her one spoon after another;
Mom nodded her head while she's chewing;
A little smile showed up at the edge of her lips.
I hated that It's time to leave,
I stood up, and said
'Good bye, Mom.'
She looked at me,
held my hands, and asked me:
'Are you going to see your Mom? '
* Mom had dementia two years before and moved into a nursing home.
Also, she has hearing problem.
Are You Going To See Your Mom? *
poem by Jade Huang
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Back In Time
Last night; I went back in time
To see my wife if we never had met
I saw my ways, and my upcoming days
And my soul, was full of regret.
She wasn't there, but was in my prayer
As I surveyed the new life that I lived
And I walked alone, in my empty home
As my love for her I couldn't give.
I looked for her, and she couldn't be found
Last night when I went back in time,
So I searched her world, left nothing unfurled
But for her, nothing about her could I find.
So without me she took another path
Because then we had never met
But I stayed on that road, until I died old
Because no other woman in my heart would I let.
Then I had my thought when I awoke from my dream
And my woman she couldn't be found
So I closed my eyes and I sat down to cry
As my world was flipped upside down.
I remember now that she had left me
To be in the arms of another man
She was my love my life, my woman my wife
Now she's holding another mans heart and hand.
Why she left me; GOD will only know
But the love I felt once will never be mine,
I did nothing wrong, just loved her to strong,
Now again I wish, to go back in time.
Randy L. McClave
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After Nights
I've hated to talk about it,
but there has been so many after nights.
I've needed to work out, one more story.
Trying to end, my often very sad's.
Another one, of my, the most incredibly bad's!
My heart, was shaking as I knelt on the ground.
My hands, were pressing his wounds.
Pressing hard, prayng, deeper and deeper.
Begging God, Help, Shouting, Holding back the Grim Reaper
Like his mother, my shaking hands
With a sobbing, torn chest
Held him tightly to my breast
Gently wiped the blood from his face and lips
I watched, and felt his soul, escaped my grip.
Raining tears washed the blood from his face.
Even now, I've often wished that God.
Would've let me take his place!
I couldn't bare to see my brother die!
The shouting of my heart, screaming why? God. Why?
Please! God! Why....?
I felt my buddies tears, they were hugging our backs.
Even though, I knew he was dead.
God,
I held him close, I kissed his head.
Like a mother with hurt child.
I sat, rocking him in the mud.
Filling a rice paddy with tears, and blood.
So now after all these years.
I've tried to tell, my life story. Of so many tears.
I've had enough, to make rice paddies flood?
My tears as I've relived, nights, after nights.
How I tried. To stop. My buddies blood
So, just, how, many tears, does it take to make a rice paddy flood?
I've seen that much, and his filled it with blood.
So when you read this, try to understand.
I'm doing the best that I can.
I fight every day the things that make me so sad.
But it helps to talk about it, and the many after nights!
The days and days, the nights after nights.
I've called my life stories, just incredibly bad...........
poem by Clyde Bryson
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Memphis, Tennessee
Elvis presley
Long distance information, give me memphis, tennessee.
Help me find the party that tried to get in touch with me.
They would not leave a number, but I know the place to call,
Cause my uncle took a message, and he wrote it on the wall.
Long distance information, get in touch with my marie.
Shes the only one whod phone me here from memphis, tennessee.
Her home is on the south side, high up on a ridge,
Just a half a mile from the mississippi bridge.
Long distance information, more than that I cannot add.
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had.
But we were torn apart because her mom did not agree,
And tore apart our happy home in memphis, tennessee.
Now, last time I saw marie, she was waving me goodbye,
With hurry home drops on her cheeks that trickled from her eyes.
Marie is only 6 years old. information, please,
Try to put me through to her in memphis, tennessee.
Yes, oh, yes, long distance, Ill accept the charge. Ill pay.
But which loved one is calling me? I did not hear you say.
Both are deep within my heart, her mom and my marie.
Its so good to hear your voice from memphis, tennessee.
Oh, you mean so much to me, more than youll ever know.
Surely you have not forgot how much I love you so.
If you would remember, dear, and sometimes talk to me.
Maybe that would reunite our home in tennessee.
Last time I saw you, just before I had to leave.
You didnt want to see me off, and promised not to grieve.
My heart was torn apart, as I looked back at marie.
And there the pieces still remain with you in tennessee.
I guess I should stop talking, after all, you placed the call.
But any way that I can help. you know Ill help you all.
Then her mother told me to come back and see marie,
And live together in our home in memphis, tennessee.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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No Son Of Mine
The key to my survival
was never in much doubt
the question was how I could keep sane
trying to find a way out
things were never easy for me
peace of mind was hard to find
and I needed a place where I could hide
somewhere I could call mine
I didn't think much about it
til it started happening all the time
soon I was living with the fear everyday
of what might happen at night
I couldn't stand to hear the
crying of my mother
and I rememeber when
I swore that, that would be the
last they'd see of me
and I never went home again
they say time is a healer
and now my wounds are not the same
I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth
I had to hear what he'd say
He sat me down to talk to me
he looked me straight in the eyes
he said:
You're no son, no son of mine
You're no son, no son of mine
You walked out, you left us behind
and you're no son, no son of mine
oh his words how they hurt me, I'll never forget it
and as the time, it went by, I lived to regret it
You're no son, no son of mine
but where should I go,
and what should I do
you're no son, no son of mine
but I came here for help, I came here for you
Well the years they passed slowly
I thought about him everyday
what would I do, if we passed on the street
would I keep running away
in and out of hiding places
soon I'd have to face the facts
we'd have to sit down and talk it over
and that would mean going back
they say time is a healer
and now my wounds are not the same
I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth
I had to hear what he'd say
He sat down to talk to me
he looked me straight in the eyes
he said:
You're no son of mine
song performed by by Phil Collins
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No Regrets
Tell me a story
Where we all change
And we'd live our lives together
And not enstranged
I didn't lose my mind it was
Mine to give away
Couldn't stay to watch me cry
You didn't have the time
So I softly slip away...
No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
Sing me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it's just a point of view
But they tell me I'm doing fine
I know from the outside
We looked good for eachother
Felt things were going wrong
When you didn't like my mother
I don't want to hate but that's
All you've left me with
A bitter aftertaste and a fantasy of
How we all could live
No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
(We've been told you stay up late)
I know they're still talking
(You're far too short to carry weight)
The demons in your head
(Return the videos they're late)
If I could just stop hating you
(Goodbye)
I'd feel sorry for us instead
Remember the photographs (insane)
The ones where we all laugh (so lame)
We were having the time of our lives
Well thank you it was a real blast
No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
Write me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it's just a point of view
But they tell me I'm doing fine
Everything I wanted to be every
Time I walked away
Everytime you told me to leave
I just wanted to stay
Every time you looked at me and
Everytime you smiled
I felt so vacant you treat me like a child
I loved the way we used to laugh
I loved the way we used to smile
Often I sit down and think of you
For a while
Then it passes by me and I think of
Someone else instead
I guess the love we once had is
Officially dead
song performed by by Robbie Williams from I've Been Expecting You
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No Regrets
Tell me a story
Where we all change
And we'd live our lives together
And not enstranged
I didn't lose my mind it was
Mine to give away
Couldn't stay to watch me cry
You didn't have the time
So I softly slip away...
No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
Sing me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it's just a point of view
But they tell me I'm doing fine
I know from the outside
We looked good for eachother
Felt things were going wrong
When you didn't like my mother
I don't want to hate but that's
All you've left me with
A bitter aftertaste and a fantasy of
How we all could live
No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
(We've been told you stay up late)
I know they're still talking
(You're far too short to carry weight)
The demons in your head
(Return the videos they're late)
If I could just stop hating you
(Goodbye)
I'd feel sorry for us instead
Remember the photographs (insane)
The ones where we all laugh (so lame)
We were having the time of our lives
Well thank you it was a real blast
No regrets they don't work
No regrets they only hurt
Write me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it's just a point of view
But they tell me I'm doing fine
Everything I wanted to be every
Time I walked away
Everytime you told me to leave
I just wanted to stay
Every time you looked at me and
Everytime you smiled
I felt so vacant you treat me like a child
I loved the way we used to laugh
I loved the way we used to smile
Often I sit down and think of you
For a while
Then it passes by me and I think of
Someone else instead
I guess the love we once had is
Officially dead
song performed by by Robbie Williams from Ego Has Landed
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Take Me Back Home
vs.1 Well, I've been missin' the place where I was born.
I lived there for 13 years, so when we moved, my heart was torn.
I feel like there's a missin' piece in the puzzle inside of me.
I really hope that I can find where I'm 'sposed to be.
(chorus)
Take me back home where I grew up,
With my other family and my other friends.
Take me to the place that I love,
Where my life had began.
That's where I wanna be,
Until I'm not alone.
I need someone to take me back..
To take me back home.
vs.2 I don't know what I'd do if I was told I couldn't go back.
I don't think anyone'd tell me that, but if they did, now's the time to pack.
I know Kentucky's not my home, and this isn't where I should be.
But if I don't make it down to Georgia, I'mma headin' to NC or Tennessee.
(chorus)
(instrumental)
Bridge: If I have to stay here any longer,
I think I just might bust.
I miss my momma just so much,
And Georgia's the place I miss most!
(chorus) x 2
Yeah, I really need someone to take me back..
To take me back home!
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Why Us?
Just the other day
I saw someone
Who looked like you
I looked twice too
Even though I knew
It couldn't be true
If we could only go back
To the good ole days
When we both had
Big dreams
You and me
We could have have done anything
We could have been something great
Who knew that one mistake
Would control our fate
You wanted to succeed
By any means
Even on the streets
Day in and day out
At you I would fuss
I told you that the
Street life was dangerous
You had no faith in my words
You had no trust
Now look
I have to ask
Why us
Why us
What about our kids
How do I explain this
The pain that I feel
Is tremendous
This situation is big
How do I forgive
What a way to live
God knows I love you
This is true
I don't know
Which is worse
You six feet under
Or you being sentenced
To twenty-five years in prison
Either way there is distance
Between us
What a life lesson
What a way to learn
The hard way
Everyday I think
Of that 2006 bust
And sitting here thinking
Why us
Why us
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Lost In Wal-Mart
So... I was in one of those Wal-mart Super Stores
Just the other day
When in the middle of the hallway
I felt someone grab my fingers tight
I looked and there she was... a little child holding
With all her might
I saw her eyes big and brown
Somehow she pulled me to the ground
Now..what was a man...big as me suppose to do
So... I said... child... Can I help you..?
As she looked at me with big brown eyes
Her beauty and sadness... almost caused a great flood
And with her voice ready to cry
She ask... If'n...I'd seen her mommy?
Now has anybody ever had their heart fallout of their soul...?
Mine did... And I couldn't help but notice
Her knees.. Shaking... Like she was at the North Pole.
Now you... and me... and everyone knows...
Children aren't to talk to strangers...
Because we've all heard... how great... and terrible those..dangers!
But she still had hold...of my fingers
Well... at that same time I felt.. heard a voice in my head
Don't move.... this is where I should.. need.. to stand
I did... But I still raised up my left hand
Because.. I didn't... know what to do?
I felt like that child... back in first grade school!
So... I spoke with my voice really loud.
I said...this child's mommy is lost... (you see)
I have always been able to see when love needed my help!
But this time... I had never known how helpless..I felt!
I said...please..someone.. call the M.O.D.
Short for Manager on Duty.
Help me... Find the mommy of this little cutie
Well in a few moments through that crowd of people
This women... M.O.D. appeared
She knelt down and said..Oh.. Oh...you're such a little dear...
Held out her hands..said sweetie come-mere
Yet.. I knew what this child was thinking... because
She now clung to me
Her arm went tight.. around my knee
And in her fist part of my jean's
I felt heard again that gentlest of a voice
I know you can you feel... her fear.....
So I want you... to just stand here....
Well I let my left hand rest gently...on her little head
I felt the trembling...and some how it cut my soul....
(because I felt those greatest of dreads)
So there we were twenty... thirty minutes... maybe a little more..
Then that voice ok look to the left
And from a hundred yards I saw her and the plant nursey room door
and heard that one's the mom....!
And even from that distance
I knew my thoughts were right
She looked like she'd seen a ghost
Face Pale.... I reconized her... pure.. It was Snow..White..
So I raised that child up to my shoulder
That had clung so tight to my knee...Shouted... Hey Lady... Over here..
I can't describe her relief... nor her tears...
But..I'll never forget them...or her...for the rest of my years...
Because as she came close... I cleary heard...Thank..You..God...!
As she fell with that child in her arms...knee's hitting the floor..
She begged for mercy... forgivness...
From the child, from God... I was'nt quite shore?
Well Ok.. I finally decided it was safe for me.. I turned to leave
And there again.. she was wrapped around my knee
This time love forced me to the ground
All the while that mommy's great tears.. rained down
I glanced briefly at the face.. of that girl women that still cried
And then I said Child... Is this your mom?
With a smile and nod... said my name is Dawnn..
She showed me a bruise on her elbow
That had been caused by her cat... his name was Heck
Then she smiled and embaced my neck
Suddenly I was there outside my heart
My own tears began to start............... well
When I was able I a-rose.. that mom started to explain
Mention husband...Iraq... two years... and a plane
In her haste had thought Grandma had
Her in her car
That she had to go... airport...late and so far
Tell her don't speed the plane will be late
I did what I was told... and ask if'n.. I... could hold Dawnn
Because she needed to call her own mom...
On the phone... Yes.. Yes... Mom I have her.. she's safe...
What..what.. The plane is late... How do you know that?
She then said mom... I need to call you back
Putting her cell phone down
She stared at me with eyes big and round
Then I smiled at Dawnn.. and put my head down
She said it's been so hard.. these last two years
And again she said, Thank You God....through some more tears
She stepped closer... and almost whisperd.. so I could barley hear
She said...I ask God to have someone he trusted
Guard my daughter until I got there
She cried and still stared
I put love and little Dawnn back on the ground
I tired to mumble something... but couldn't hardly make a sound
So I said good by to Dawn and take good care of Heck
Then that women child said thank you Clyde
And... with her free arm pert near broke my neck
She stilled cried a little... guess.. I did the same
Surprised that she knew my name
She said God Loves you u-know
And I have to go
As she backed up... she added
I'll name my first son....
After the man that can see far....
May God bless you where-ere you go... or are....
So I wrote this poem about a little girl and her mom Lost in Wal-mart.
I admit I was confussed as to why this little girl came to me and ask me to help her find her mom.But what was I to do, I could only stand there
and try to do what I felt was the correct thing.
It was easy to see that young women that came running into that
store was lost and scared. I don't claim anything but it was strange to have this little girl refuse help from so many of the other's that were there. Yet I obeyed the thoughts that kept coming into my soul. I'm not sure if it was the right thing to do. I just did what I thought came into my mind. It was like I was thinking with and unused portion of my heart, if that was possible.. the end
poem by Clyde Bryson
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A Wish
A friend
Stoically said,
I wish
My son would die
While I am alive.
I looked at her
in disbelief,
And saw the anguish
And grief in her eyes.
I lie,
Sleepless at night
In torment and fright.
How will he cope
When I am no more
And
He is all alone?
I sensed her pain
And reached out for her hand.
No mother,
Who loves her child,
Would make such a wish.
Both of us silently cried.
I find it odd
That he is called,
A child of lesser God
He was born
Less than perfect.
Is it some
Kind of punishment
For misdeeds
In the past life?
I was taught,
We are all equal
In the eyes of God
I saw
Love, fear, anxiety
And unshed
Tears in her eyes.
Whose life
Has been more tragic
His or hers,
Is beyond my logic.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Sorrow
I walked into the park and saw a young man sitting by a flower bed
I asked him why he looked so miserable and this is what he said,
“Sixty years ago I fell in love with a beautiful girl and now she has to die
I knew her time would come one day, but the years have just flashed by.
I knew that it was wrong to love her, but my heart ruled over my head.
I was there when she was born at home and I stood by her mother’s bed.
As the years passed I watched over her, and proposed when she was sixteen.
She was so young and beautiful then, and everyday we lived a dream.
She didn’t know that I was different and I just couldn’t bear to tell her so,
but she had suspicions as her hair greyed, and my age didn’t show.
And now my heart is breaking because I want to die and be with my wife,
without her my life isn’t worth living, and I no longer want this life.
For sixty years life has been wonderful for me and my only true love,
but soon I must take her up and leave her in the heavens above.
I don’t know how I’m going to take the woman I adore from my side.
I’m sorry for sharing my sorrow with you, ” and as he left he cried.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Eve
Detdicated to Eve Croft
May she Rest In Peace
It was over forty years ago
when I first met her.
I had barely left my teens.
She was older than me;
in fact, she was a friend’s mother.
Divorce had left her lonely
with three sons to bring up.
Life was not easy,
not much time to herself.
Slowly after meeting her,
a friendship between us grew.
To make her life sustainable
I took her out
from time to time.
We held hands at the pictures
and when we went anywhere.
She often worried
what people would think of me.
I didn’t really care what people thought.
Eve was a friend
and there was nothing more to be said.
For the next couple of years
our friendship never wavered.
We would hug and smile
whenever we did meet.
There was never any romance involved,
we were just very good friends.
I never forget when she had an offer
to move in with someone.
She was so worried
that I would think badly of her.
She was almost in tears
when she told me his proposition.
I put my arm around her shoulder
and reassured her it was all right.
That our friendship would never diminish
regardless what she did.
Sadly, her going away
was never meant to be.
She fell ill with cancer
and went to live with her sister
who would care for her.
It was the last time
I was ever to see her.
It was a few years later
I bumped into her eldest son.
When I asked him about his mum
he looked at me strangely
with tears holding back I his eyes.
She died I thought you knew.
I said that I didn’t.
He said he couldn’t stop
as he had a bus to catch,
and then he was gone.
With head bowed, I turned away
and started walking home.
Tears leaked from my eyes
making small lines across my cheeks.
My regret then and will always be
that I never had a chance
to say a proper goodbye.
1 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Was He A Child?
Was he a child? (NARRATED 7/9/10)
I was feeling down and out depressed and in despair
My chest was feeling tight My mind up in the air
Like so many others I was living from week to week
I was all the way down to my lowest peak.
Nothing seemed to console me, so I decided to take a walk.
Sat on a park bench when with me, a child started to talk.
What’s wrong mister? You look like you lost your best friend.
But don’t you worry, for soon it will end.
Its just like when I play baseball, and I want to hit a home run
And when I don’t do it, I feel like getting a gun.
My coach always tells me that I can’t always hit a home run.
As long as I get on base, that’s all that has to be done.
I looked at this child, he had a big smile on his face
He took me back- to another time, another place.
Well I’ve got to run mister to meet my family
For they are always there to hug and comfort me.
I thought: now here is a child with wisdom
Who seems to know more than me.
How is this possible? How can it be?
I turned to thank him and to tell him to have a nice day
But he was gone, he just slipped away.
I got up off the bench and looked all around
But he was not in sight, and nowhere to be found.
I felt a sense of freedom, like a burden taken off of me
For all those cares and worries, no longer bothered me.
WAS HE A CHILD?
poem by Louis Rams
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