Daddy, why did you go away,
Don't you know I wanted you to stay!
Daddy, when you left mom,
Don't you know you left me too.
Now all I do is cry and cry
--- I want to die!
Daddy, mommy say's it's better this way,
What does she know!
There's not enough band-aids to cover up the blues
Mom's kisses can't heal this kind of pain.
Daddy, I look around
No one stands in your garage
Daddy, You took every tool
Except the hammer and sitting stool
Daddy, I still miss you
--- I love you.
Dear Daddy, I'm all grown up now
Haven't seen you since I was 10
Daddy, I sit on your favorite chair,
No longer do I miss the way you caressed my hair.
Daddy, I'm taking the old hammer and this BRAND NEW saw,
It's time to patch all the holes mom punched in the wall
*The day you walked out on us*
Daddy, don't worry about the times I tripped and fell
Mom, found someone to fix the loose boards,
Got tired of scraping my knees
Daddy, I finally realized I'm okay,
I agree with mom, it's better this way.
I see you
Do you see me peeking at you
From behind the rose bush?
Look at your lovely hair - a tousled mess
Those eyes, gleaming in the afternoon sunlight
I pull on your apron strings
Perchance a small smile
Oh no! Not a frown from you
I see you
Did you know that I was watching you
When you were busy making chocolate cake?
Just look at your sweet face
Flour on your nose and cheek
I squeeze your arm tightly
Mayhaps I get the spoon
Thank you for keeping me close
I see you
You don't know that I am looking at you
Wrapped up in your blanket
So cozy and warm - a quiet nod
A peaceful time for you
Can hardly wait for you to waken
I'll find a hiding place
So I can watch again
sometimes i talk to myself,
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all.
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister,
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it.
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room,
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy,
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
is daddy raping her?
is she doing drugs?
is anyone beating her?
did anyone molest her?
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse.
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat,
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why?
because daddy yelled
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...
She hummed the dawning of the day
while spry hands bounced babies
Wielded a spatula with expeditious
movements flipping pancakes onto a plate
Folded napkins at place settings
She was in full swing at noonday
as brisk hands folded lunchmeat and bread
into sandwiches Smoothed the creases
from pages of homework Kept the iron
moving in a pendulum motion over
the mounds of spanking clean laundry
She talked with her hands
gesturing wildly with excitement
Administered slaps to unruly kids with her hands
She took all gossip with a grain of salt
Tossed a pinch over her shoulder
with a cupped hand just in case
With reverent hands and nimble fingers
she daily turned the pages of the good book
unerringly finding the appropriate Bible verse
Now a smattering of age spots dusts her smiling
frail countenance aglow through paper-thin skin
And mother folds her twilight hands
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand. Rolling them over and over and over. Leaving this
reality behind, far behind I stepped into the magic mirror and there I was back in 1959. It
was the same month, November. I looked around and it was the same as I remember it had
been then. Mom looked so young and beautiful and said, "The school bus will be here in a
few minutes." I looked at the calendar and saw that it was November 25th, the day before
Thanksgiving. I said, "But mom, I haven't been in school in forty years." I got this strange
look from her but she didn't say anything. Walking toward the door I caught a reflection of
myself in the hall mirror. I was so young. My hand immediately went to my face and I
stopped and stared at myself for a few minutes. I said, "Mom, can I stay home and be with
you today?" Again I got that strange look from her, then she smiled and said, "Sure, it's
your last day before Thanksgiving anyway, why not?" She and I sit down and talked for
hours. Then I said, "Do you mind if we go next door and visit with Maw Maw and Paw Paw?
I haven't seen them in so long and I've missed them terribly!" Again another strange look
from mom. Next door I saw Maw Maw and Paw Paw as they had been in 1959. I wept and
they all looked at me so strangely. I hugged them and kissed them all and we talked for
hours. Dad finally came home from work and I ran and hugged him so hard. "Dad why did
you have to leave us in June?" Again I got strange looks from everyone. My tears were
falling. I saw Aunt Frances and Uncle Bill who lived beside Maw Maw and Paw Paw. "I've
missed you both for so long." Strange looks again! They didn't understand because to them,
it was just another day in 1959. The day grew late and I knew my time was soon ending. I
got near the magic mirror and mom and dad were standing there so young and healthy. I
said, "Mom I'll see you on the other side of the mirror, but dad, I'll see you another time,
another place." They didn't understand. I stepped back through and my reflection was as it
had been before. Mom was sitting in her chair at age 84. I said, "Mom, do you remember
the day before Thanksgiving, 1959, when I stayed home from school and we spent the day
together?" She said, "Yes, it was so strange that you could never remember anything about
it. It was as though you had amnesia.
Though many songs are written of angels
I must add to the empire
This small hymn to a woman, a champion of life
Nameless here, but named in all things good and pure
I'll stand beside her work, her artistry astounds the stars
And all light that is given is humbled in her presence
Every worry is smoothed away, all tears absolved
God, let me take her sadness into me and carry it for her
Until I am old, and then I'll have my chance to see her once more
I am not a religious man, but she brings the divine to me
And cradles me forever in her selfless, adoring arms
I love you mother, I love you
I will always love you
Unsung Hero – My Mom
My Mom has always been unassuming, never flashy,
But her name deserves to be up in bright neon lights.
My magnificent Mom, Olegaria, is my hero!
In her eyes, no one is a zero,
And she is a blessing to all who crosses her path.
Successfully raising her own five children,
She also helped to raise all the stray children in her neighborhood.
Her guiding motto is “You can’t believe in God and
Not care about others - whether it is people, plants, or animals.”
An extraordinary human being, generous to a fault,
She would give her last slice of bread
To anyone who needed to be fed.
Nothing, including her time, is too good or too precious
To share with family, friends, and even strangers.
Often she’d sacrifice her own happiness,
If it meant that others would be happy.
While Mamacita is very humble, forgiving, and non-judgmental,
She is nobody’s fool and can be a fierce lioness,
Quick to defend her values and those she loves.
Caring mothers like her are especially rare today,
And should be declared national treasures.
Because of her powerful influence and the solid values she instilled,
I am a stronger, kinder, more conscientious, and better person.
My Mom helped me to see life in a more positive
And compassionate way – to treat people
How I would like to be treated.
Even though she is not a regular church-goer,
She prays several times daily and her home is her altar.
I thank God every day for blessing me with this wonderful mother,
And for her continued presence in my life.
Mom, you will always be my hero!
Entered in “Unsung Hero Contest” sponsored by Carol Eastman (7-30-
You are there every day
When I wake up in the morning sun
To when I fall asleep staring at the
I know that I am so lucky
To have someone like you
How I ended up with you
I really don’t know
When you talk
Your words so smooth
You make the stars hush
I will never know
How I ended up with
Someone like you
Sometimes too nice
And sometimes too stubborn
To see what exactly what you mean to me
You have my heart and I think I have part of yours
I can’t believe I ended up with
Someone like you
I love you more than the stars themselves
I need somebody to remind me what love really is
Good thing I have
Someone like you
To be called ..
~ Grandma is a Honor ~
I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren
~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~
~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~
For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
Time passed another gift to see
we are " Mickes" and Loved
Our Dad held the title in Baseball
~ that's how we roll ~
those children are Grandmas hero's
The Irish they love big and Family is everything
The brothers will protect the beautiful sister
~ as many lads will be calling ~
Every time my Grandson hits a home run
There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand
It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs
~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given
These children have been blessed~
~ a beauty to hard to describe
If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom
That girl can stop Traffic
after raising three and still~
"Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "
May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.
I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.
In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.
How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face
of eternities long time clock...
I ache with wanting, with need and passion
it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
when I faced realities shock.
Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
and make the broken whole?
I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me.
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
that so many leavings have left?
Cherish and love to honor and protect
but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?
I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
with the brush held in your hand
I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.
You stood in lightning, fire and wind
Across the field, upon the hill.
You shaded Mom and Dad’s last kiss
Before he traveled off to war.
You sheltered hawks and nesting squirrels,
And Mom as she knelt down to pray.
You stood against a starry sky,
A sentry in the night,
Strength she needed when he died
And left her with a son.
You are a pillar in my thoughts
As years have flown away.
You cast a shadow in the morn,
A sheltered path to follow,
And for my wish to wander down.
Will you stand for my son to ponder
Strong and proud upon the hill,
Steadfast in his gaze too?
Happy birthday, Mom
I wonder how many years have passed by
Since I gave you my first tenuous smile
Since you steadied my first faltering step
Since the first time I called you "Mommy"
You are the place I came from
You are my first home
You are an angel in human form
Who lives inside my laughter
And crystallized in my every tear drop
I want to thank you
For your heart, faith and hope
For teaching me right from wrong
For your tender care and warm hugs
For all your steadfast love
For filling my days with rainbow lights
For all the times we have shared
For always being there in my time of need
For helping me deal with life's stresses
For helping me accept my defeats
For everything you have done
For you made me a woman I am
One birthday after another
They seem faster each year
I just want you to know that
The years you devoted to me,
You can trust, were worthwhile.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
You are the best Mom a daughter could have.
~For my Mom's B'day @July 12
She's the one who carried you in thy womb.
Every day she counts until you grew.
A happiest moment she ever had,
Is when she first touched your little hands.
She's the one in charged to everything.
Twenty-four-seven,her duty never ends.
Do the house chores,nanny and cook.
Doesn't receive salary for her hardwork.
She's the one who kept tears in the night.
Just to assure a family will keep in sight.
She endures all heaviness this life has bring.
To keep her children away from fears.
She's the one gives unconditional love.
Forgive our sin, no matter how it hurts her heart.
She has a bag full of smiles.
A hug and kiss is all that she wants.
As she gets old, please love her back.
Repay her hardworks and multi tasks.
Take care the way she did for us.
We'll be a mom too,and do what she does.
~~ Dedicated to all Souper MOMs~~
**HAPPY Souper MOMS DAY!!!! **
I AM ALIVE!
Your mistake, my creation
In truth I am just speck
Flowering obliviously in your gut
Does that mean distraction?
My heart now beats
And I bear fits filled with my future
Waiting to be unleashed to the world unknown,
With my eyes wide shut
I imagine you to try and picture you
I hear you speak, I hear you laugh
Isn’t that the perfect lullaby?
My legs kick hard but you try to hide:
One night’s extravaganza
All under your T-shirt
Like it’s all in a day’s work
Don’t you want me mommy?
I am the gift you never asked for
But then life is to die for.
How I wish to write to Santa,
Have him deem my innocence
Before he awards me with my gift
I get life for Christmas?
Afford me the chance to be!
I am alive I breath through you.
I tried to call you last night.
I nearly had a heart attack, as I frantically searched every book in our
house for a number with your name,
And it wasn’t until the sun slept and the moon awakened that I realized,
Heavens number isn’t in the yellow pages,
And your old cell number is disconnected too,
And no matter how many times I call the operator ,
She wont connect me to “My mommy.”
So I sat there..
Staring at the four walls that have transformed
from my sanctuary to my hell
Listening to the old church songs that no longer lift my spirit
Because how can songs lift a spirit that is in pieces?
Your scent is no longer in your clothes
And those pictures of you and I smiling
as if there is no more happiness
in the world to attain
And every object that you once touched so freely,
Has been packed into boxes with no name,
The sound from the tape sealing them shut made me cry,
The movers came and no matter how much I pleaded and begged,
They still would not resist in taking all I had left of you away
I grabbed my jacket.
Running fast as I could and ignoring the pain that my deep breaths
Ignoring the stares of school aged children sitting with their mothers
I ran faster than I ever have.
Because mom ,
They are taking all that’s left of you in small brown boxes to the ends of
And so to the ends of the earth I will travel to be with you,
I’m sorry faith didn’t give us
Much time together
For I long
Every time I sit at a table
For your delicacious
For every time I see
A mother and child
I can’t help but wish
It were us
Every time I receive a hug
I wish it was from you
Every time I pick up
A picture of you
I wish you would talk to me
Every time I pick up
I wish I could see you in them
When I close my eyes
I see your face
Smiling at me
When I look in the mirror
I see you staring back at me
When I listen
To the song of the wind
I hear a string of your voice
I love these things all
And treasure them
But I’ll also like to
Have the others
And will love to have
Everything you is
I’ll never run out of space
Entering the cave of a wide open mouth
Pulling on the slippery uvula
Reaching for the nasal cavity
Taking a breath before leaping for the eye socket
Where I view the world that plows the field of future
Then taking dirt road veins to a house on 123 east Sycamore
Where Under the bed in my room is a cranial box of treasure
Opening the box exposes the parietal cortex
A single mother loving four children
A family of five on welfare
A mother in and out of the hospital
A ten year old boy visits mom on Sunday
A confused orphan on Monday
A mother enters holy sleep at thirty-five years of age
I love you mom
My son KJ often asks of you
As I close this box and return to the dirt road of veins, now paved
My moist cave will echo, only the love of a mother
I miss my mother on special occasions in my life, and often wonder what things would be
like if she still lived? However I have been blessed to have known her and I live a
prosperous life for which I'm thankful for.....
My mama, my soldier
my comfort, my shoulder
to cry on, my boulder
I rely on I've told her
Nothing can replace the person that created you
someone there to help you no matter what you're going through
Someone who formed the person you became
someone who has sheltered you through waves and waves of rain
I can't say it enough, I love you with my whole heart
you're there to put me back together every time I fall apart
My mama, my soldier
my comfort, my shoulder
to cry on, my boulder
I rely on I've told her
Mama I hope I forever make you proud
but you know I'll always test your patience as much as I'm allowed
I know that you've forgiven all the stupid **** I've done
and you've dealt with so much stress to ensure my childhood was fun
I'm forever grateful for everything you've sacrificed for me
I hope I am that apple that didn't all far from the tree
My mama, ya dove you
put no one above you
life might push and shove you
but I'll always love you
My mama, my soldier
my comfort, my shoulder
to cry on, my boulder
I rely on I've told her
Her personality blooms like a daisy.
The peace and prosperity her presence brings.
The warm feeling of love people have for her.
Her voice is recognizable.
She cannot be replaced.
She is a caregiver.
My mother may not like to cook.
She may not like to shop.
She may not be like a lot of moms,
But she is my mom.
My only mom.
She is unmistakably the best mom.
Do not be offended,
This is my personal opinion.
She is the best.
Mothers are kind,
Mothers are sweet.
Mothers guide us in everyday life.
Mothers are there to give help and advice.
Ode to my mother.
For all the hard work you do,
To keep me alive,
And most of all,
When your fledgling heart is breaking
and tears silently start to fall,
When you whisper of secret loves
suppressing muffled cries of joy,
When lies are rehearsed in your mind
and before you utter a word,
When you struggle to stifle screams
entombed in a cone of silence,
When you learn to laugh at yourself
and take life less seriously,
When you mumble I love you mom
the words echo in your heart and
i wont tell mom you snuck out last night
since you're in such a fright
still a little un polite because you got in a fight
i didn't tell you to sneak out last night
but hey you better come at me correct
i aint just someone that you just got in a rumble tumble with
just because you want to run off at the lip
mama told bout that
but oh yeah
you dont care
sometimes i think to put you in a scare
you wont win
i guarantee that
because you just scratch like a cat
the scar will soon go away
but the words that i display
there guaranteed to stay
i wont tell mom you snuck out last night
i dont have to
because if you were really bright
you would of turned on the light
but instead you decided to go to bed ,but then i wanted to talk
yes this women with the black gown on
if only you knew who this was oh i guarantee
there would be a frown
on you of course
not me i just lay back and enjoy my mysterious company
with your uncertainty
i wonder if your even in a scare
do you know
mabe ill turn the light on now
let up your worry i say when i see you try to jump from the covers so quick
dashing for the window
i guess you really didnt think this one out huh
you put a smile on mammas face
make me chuckle a little
mom, you scream
yes, yes its me
enjoying my own company
words cannot express how I feel right now....
I just want to thank you for all you have done for me....
I do not know where I would be today....
if you where not there as my crutch when I needed you most....
you are the most understanding & caring person in the world....
to have and to love as a mother....
I thank my prayers from the good Lord up above....
for the prayers that were answered for the man I have become today....
I wish all parents were as supportive as you have been to me....
to talk when we need too stay quiet when we need too....
thank you for the life you have given me....
and the direction that you have led me in....
I will cherish all the memories, advice, & love you have given me....
forever and always....
I love you Mom.
I love you.
Kevin Ryan Hansen
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel
Beauty so pure
your character delights
my devotion forever
Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
first squeezed my finger
Mother's are most special
Their Tender Touch
And Loving Care
Is more than a Father
Could even Bare
Their Magical Boo-Boo Kisses
And Bright Sunshine Smiles
Takes every bit of Heartbreak away
Even across the Miles
Every body has heard of wonder women,
This fearless lady who guards America,
Riding around in her invisible jet, with
A rope of truth tied around her waste.
Where ever evil intentions may rear it's
Ugly head and danger may strike,
Head on she'll face these challenges,
On our behalf and come out as the
Winner no matter what.
Now fiction is fun, imagination wow,
But in my book super mom has wonder
Woman licked hands down.
She needs no fancy outfit, comfort jeans
Will do, and stained ripped up T-shirt,
She cares not what she looks like,
As long as the duty roster calls, super mom
Will tackle the job, without hesitation.
What are her super powers, you may ask,
Able to leap the diaper pail in a single bound,
Dodging flying toys faster than the speeds of sound.
She has no rope of truth, but a handy dandy plunger,
Just encase an over flow happens, believe me
No floods ichy water will ever touch her domestic
Hugs and kisses medicine, are her greatest
Healing powers, wiping away sorrows tears
With just a single glance, and soft words of
The invisible jet, forget that moms suv of
Wonders is just fine with me, it's her four
Tire alter-rain vehicle, come what may
It gets us through the toughest of seasons,
Rain, snow, heat or the last minute emergency.
I could never repay what this wonderful
Person has done to contribute into making me
What I am today.
But super mom, will always be the greatest, of all super
Hero's to me.
From the cradle till now you have
been by my side.
From scraped knees to bruised hearts,
Your presence has been my rock,
You are always ready to help out
You're the one who has given so much
to make me the person I am today.
Teaching right from wrong, to be morally
just in all ways.
I see love in your eyes when you look at me,
and a frown when something is wrong.
Mom, the most amazing person I know ,
putting everyone else first in you're life.
I hope someday to be more like you.
Till the clock on my setting sun will close
I'll love you Mom.
Poems From The
This was written before she died.
She really liked it , made the tears
The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.
A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.
When patriotism was not just a word
by what men lived and judged the worth of each,
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend.
An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station,
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet.
Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.
What greater honor, that when a man moves forward,
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was.
A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior,
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.
The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now.
Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember,
because he now resides forever in our hearts.
As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye,
as he draws upon his pipe,
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.
Hell hath no replete replica like an Ohiohell
memom memoboys dispelled with lovelessloss lorn laments
measured in misgiven gravid neutral grautities of cool compromised cruel
capsid cascades of dreary demented drowsy dump deep demented deny desires
with wilfull wallowing in unsupposed not to be here
herein two boys born to a numbnuts army husbodad and a
WTF what is happening in/outside this family 50's acircle
what comes next in the uneducated female nonintuition of a
deaddad accidential with a pity piss payoff and a whatdoIdo anal attitude
totally in reverse of an arkansas hope of upheaveal. GDMFSOB, who could I/we haVE
BeeN in the assinine scheme of things with someone in an intersomewhateducated semistate of minimal MFconsciousness. We play the hand we are dealt in the vast unscheme of unness.
WTF, and where/why does God take part and lessen a small boy's dream of donated dadhood by taking it away and leave him left to faulterflounder in a boyhood abyss. Dead, devoid, denied to the manmale circumstance of what the future folds to be delivered to doting descendents, like my three sons. with whom I struggled to
shower, impart, enable, enbibe, instill, foster, enliven, and all that I did not experience yet faux provide with an inner soulsense to a measured milestone of mannered man manufactured love and tendered texture of all mine to give with that that is mustered macro from a micro counteanace of humocapped coperal deliverance. All's fair they say unless u have been there and then it's every man for himself---and then, I dare u to get in my way---------no holds barred, look out for I am a survivor, all the way.
Hi, my name is Dave, and according to my grandparents, I wasn't supposed to live to be raised. Go figure.
The stars they used to bring tears to my eyes
Dark skies, I cried as I prayed for daylight
You were my fragment of pain
I became swallowed in memorys of darkness
That used to come and go so haunting, the loss of you
Still is killing me, for you were gone so suddenly..
My first child
My first love
Now all I have left
Are the stars above
Not to mention
The glow of the moon
That always reminds me
That you were taken too soon
Tears fall down my cheeks
When your name is spoken, that's when
These demons become awoken
Losing your child
Is too much to bear
Dreams full of terror
Seeing the pain in your eyes
Everytime you look in the mirror
I can look at the stars now
With hope, instead of pain
You my child, did not die in vain
You will live through me, glow bright star
Glow.. Glow for me
And for all of
The mommys to see
Be my guidance, keep me from the ledge
To you child, this I pledge:
I see your glow and I can now smile
Though I might shed a tear every once and a while
Just because, I'm missing you
But I promise I will pull through
Thank you spirits
Thank you stars
For welcoming my child
With open arms
Keep him safe
Give him love
And let him know I am with him
Everytime I look above..
I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.
You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.
We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.
When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.
Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.
You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.
Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.