*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*
Hi, grandpa it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass
Do you remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes,
Moments before she said her goodbyes
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, she doesn't want you to cry.
Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Do you remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed brushing my hair with her hands
Love the way she rocked me to sleep every night until I grew.
I stored your hearing aid away
Do you remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer?
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina dance
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma lived in
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandmothers favorite scarf.
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Do you like the way she looked in that pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
I like the walking stick she handcrafted, the day your needed support
It kept you in balance every time we took long hikes in the woods.
Hello grandpa, it's me again!
Here I sit holding your hand
I have no more tears
Soon you will see grandma
Please tell her hi, and I know you will be there the day I die
Give grandma a kiss, and tell her I miss her
Thea, grandfather Alferd's dog died, she was so old and sick
Now is Thea on the moon, says Adrian who is six
Michael Jackson died so unexpectedly and abruptly
He is on the moon and plays with Thea, says Adrian who is a big fan
Betzy, grandfather Arild's dog died, she was also old and sick
Now Betzy is also on the moon with Thea and Michael Jackson and play all day
Great Grandmother died so unexpectedly and abruptly
Adrian who is six had difficulty understanding
Adrian who is six cried many tears for Great Grandmother
but comforted himself with the fact that she is sitting on the moon and
makes waffles to Thea, Michael Jackson and Betzy
A-L Andresen :) - A true story -
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He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died,
he has not been the same.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it,
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain,
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best,
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows
what happens next.
All results of
When crashed to earth that mightful Oak
O'er that long. a'frighted night,
His tears did so high homage speak
As to slumber passed his Light...
Shoulders small, no more host to hands
Whose tender firmness helmed
Their little lad, and life, and joy
In eternal love enrealmed.
Trudged he stoic, that deserts waste
With heart beset and stormed,
His soul a stone-turned edifice
Then from parched dreams was formed
A kind but spectral silohette
Up from the nighted sands,
As boyish eyes enlivened gazed
Once more upon old hands...
They held a heart which yet did beat,
"For you, my bonnie Dan!
I'll love you from Forever, boy,
And in Love, live as a man..."
Ah, but dream, for now he wakes-
But so curious a thing!
For in his grasp there rests some sand
Which waking did not bring!
For my grandfather.
I can see you sometimes
though you are not here
I see your smile
that day when I was nine
and you told a dirty
joke to a passing stranger
while we went for a walk.
I did not understand
but you smiled
and the stranger laughed
so I laughed too
and I have never forgotten
Some days I wish
I could see it
I mean really see it
not that my minds eye
doesn't do a good job
I just know that if I could
really see it
that means I could
reach my arms around you
and feel your stubble against my cheek
It would be a long hug
and there would be tears
and then I am sure you would quickly
turn them to laughter
but I cannot wrap my arms around you
I cannot feel your stubble against my cheek
all I can do is remember
remember your smile
remember your jokes
remember you in your old jeans and older t-shirt
swinging on the back swing
or dozing in the living room with your head back
and mouth open
Sometimes I look at your chair
at the dinner table
and imagine you in it
and you look back at me
with that look you always had
that said I love you
I care about you
I am proud of you
and then you fade
and someone else
here with us in this life
takes your place
can anyone take your place?
can anyone fill your old black loafers?
I suppose not
but they can at least sit in your chair
we can all remember
Here lies the best Grandfather,
One who was very considerate.
Remembering him as a child,
I would sit on his lap.
He was a rare person indeed.
He was a colonel in the Army.
Also superlative of a gentelman.
Here lies the best grandfather,
May he rest in peace.
God came down to earth today,
And said it's time to go,
I'm sorry I couldn't stay,
I wanted to, you know.
I'm writing this from heaven,
Looking down upon you,
Please don't be sad or unhappy,
My time on earth was through.
When tomorrow starts without me,
Keep your head up high,
My body may have left,
But my spirit will never die.
God has big plans for me,
A list of things to do,
Number one on that list,
Is to watch and care for you.
So wherever you may go,
Whenever I'm on your mind,
Just remember you're never alone,
I'm always by your side.
When your sad and start to cry,
It will relieve some pain,
Remember, there has never been a rainbow,
Unless there was some rain.
When your day is finally over,
And your laying in bed at night,
Ill be right there next to you,
Holding you tight.
When your time on earth is up,
And your soul is finally free,
Don't be afraid, take gods hand,
He's bringing you home to me.
High-backed chair facing the corner,
Window over books so cherished
Like the greatest of scholars, but still humble
He was a trove of stories
Air of silence on a place once full
Of stories from a time past,
A time of honor and courage and duty
Of country and spirit; fighting an enemy
Made from indescribable evil.
Tales of valor, sand, and bullets
Lions and machine guns, young men in battle
Fighting for their lives.
Knowing the enemy was like a jackal
Cruel and twisted, an army of evil
He witnessed it all
First hand, in the heat of the day
And cold of night. Tales passed on, spoken
In a way that conveyed such knowledge
That one was to sit in amazement, and hear it
Firsthand from the chair facing the corner.
Like a throne of deep thought.
The day he left this world, I wept.
Seeing him not but a day before,
It was harder than I could have imagined.
The pain is real, but so were the memories
And so the legacy of the veteran lives on.
The chair sat vacant, but I felt him there.
The books on the shelf, the other treasures
Left behind held him here on earth
While the memories anchored him in our hearts.
The man in the chair shall never be forgotten
And the stories shall pass far into the generations.
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.
Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels.
Just turn back the time, I just want a moment.
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it.
I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate.
A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control.
Just keep it together, it's what he would want.
They all say the same, but I stand in front.
Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails.
Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season.
I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try.
I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss.
World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled.
Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease.
A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.
Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend.
God has a plan, fool-proof to the core.
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more.
As I go through my day, they are by my side,
Following me, watching me and also being my guide.
These are the angels of my loved ones that passed,
When I know their near me, I want this feeling to last.
I never had much family, separated by distance,
Sometimes I felt like my world was of non-existence.
The few I loved so much and held so dear,
My grandfather, grandmother and father are no longer here.
But when I smell my dads cologne or hear grandmas voice in my ears,
I hold in my heart their near me and it rids me of fears.
I certainly must say there is not a day that goes by,
That I do not think of them and softly cry.
I always pray that they will visit me while I sleep,
Dreaming of them is a wonderful feeling that goes so deep.
I'll miss you everyday until I am no longer on earth,
When I see you all again, it will be like a rebirth.
We all have one person we call "Hero"
My hero is brave, beaten and battered by war
My hero is weathered, abused by the elements
My hero is a farmer, hard working and dedicated
My hero is strong, his muscles used to plow the ground
My hero is a craftsman, hands splintered with wood and covered in grease
My hero is gentle, hands rough but his touch soft
My hero is kind, giving life to all, even the snakes and pests
My hero is gray, his hair peppered with wisdom
My hero is scented of strong coffee, mint, and cigarettes
My hero is a musician, fingers calloused from years of plucking
My hero is unlike any other unconditional love for anyone
My hero is tired
My hero is weak
My hero is sick
God, please... Don't take my hero from me
I do not know?
( I MISS YOU GRANDPA )
I sat on your lap
Looked in your eyes
The sense of hurt
Was yet a surprise
You were so happy
I was so young
I didn`t understand
That your life was now done
I sat on your lap
Looked in your eyes
The feeling of strength
Was yet a surprise
You were so weak
Yet so strong
It was hard to believe
That soon you`d be gone
I sat on your lap
Looked in you eyes
The sense of love
Was not a surprise
You are now gone
Yet your still here
You always told me
That you will always be near
I sat by your grave
Looked at the stone
Why you are gone
Is still left unknown
I used to blame god
For taking you from me
I was too young to understand
And to hurt to see
I realize now
That god is not to blame
For taking you away
And causing such pain!
I miss you grandpa
Each and every day
And Ill always love you
More than these words
Could ever say.
I do not know?
Pictures and moments stick
Past life sticks
The boy knows but cant see the light of
the unknown picture of you grandpa.
I didn't like losing you
And my tears cried the truth
With rain that came
On the cloudiest day
Like heaven was crying too
©2014 Honestly JT
Grave is where you lie
Remembering who you are
Attributes you instilled in me, guided fleets
Fought in World War II
Agonizing pain from cancer
Tried to hold on to you
Home back to God you went
Eternally peaceful as can be
Respectfully loving all you were for me
I stare at your face as I remember it so vividly.
I remember every piece of hair
You crafted to lay so perfectly in place
The tip of your nose that became slightly rosier with each year
The way your eyes wrinkled when you smiled
Your hard belly against mine as you gave me a hug
When you said "I love you kid"
And the pricelessness of those words
Spoken more frequently towards the end.
I wish we had more time
So I could show you who I have become
You may be gone but your love lingers on
In the hearts of not only your family
But every person you touched
And welcomed as part of that family
You showed me that love is deeper than the surface
It is rooted over time
Solidified in the thick and maintained through the thin.
I close my eyes
Trying to picture the beautiful place
You have chosen you reside
Sometimes I whisper to you,
Hoping you can hear me
Just to say I love you
I know I will have to wait patiently
For the next chapter
When we all will reside together
Thumbnails of memories we rewind.
Reel of real life has come to halt.
The old age is the time for
Shaking hands, blurring eyes
To share one's know-hows
And prepare for
It is here I am safe
It is here that I know
but over the bridge
Is where I must go
The bridge that gives passage
over quick muddy water
though why I say that
I don't know why I bother
over the bridge
is a tall oak tree
and standing beneath it
is someone waving at me
crossing the bridge
I see a man standing there
with paint splatered pants
and a head of white hair
looking closer I see
exactly who's there
I see it's my papa
and I can't help but stare
I run right toward him
and give him a hug
I ask how he got here
his response is a shrug
it's then I remember
the fact that he'd died
it's then I remember
the tears that i'd cried
I ask how it felt
when he had died
he then looks at me
and he promptly replied
he calmed all my fears
about what lies boyond
then he looks up
because the suns almost gone
he says I must go
before the sun sets
but I don't want to leave
I'm not quite ready yet
he gives me a hug
before I go
then tells me I can't share
the things I now know
I give a quick nod
looking up at the sky
I don't understand
but I don't have time to ask why
I try not to cry
I just cross the bridge
when the sun leaves the sky
I turn back to look
one last time at the tree
but my papa is gone
as was meant to be
Strange or not
Odd and fun.
That’s not all
And still are
Strange and odd.
life is life.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move
Lies are life.
Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.
Lies are truth.
Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.
Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.
Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Truth will live.
Truth will be.
You were my Grandfather but I called you Papaw instead.
It hurt very much when Mom told me that you were dead.
When you died, the flower shop sold out of flowers and had to start selling trees.
That proved that many people loved you and knowing that was sure to please.
Your death brought about pain that we couldn't ignore.
We were all devastated when you passed away in 1994.
It doesn't seem like you've been dead for twenty years.
Your death brought a lot of misery and plenty of tears.
You died less than three weeks before I turned twenty-three.
You were very special and all of your family and friends agree.
Even though you've been dead for many years, your spirit continues to live on.
You still live in our hearts and that proves that you're not gone.
(Dedicated to Burley Johnson who died on August 3, 1994.)
Standing there alone at the graveyard
Calling yearning memories of the past
Can't stop his tears , that's truly hard
She has gone , What a dote didn't last!
Shrouded by thoughts , downcast eye
Her voice is still beating in his ear
She was singing like a bird under the clear sky
When he played harp and waterfall was near
Can't forget these hoary promises to be together
On good and bad , To make love their guide
He just wanna say he will be loyal forever
Until his soul meets her on the other side
By: A. Badr
I fell, I fell hard...when i lost you..I cant catch my breath like i used too. Lost and confused, angry that you left. It wasn't your choice, I understand that. I didn't only lose you that dreadful day i also lost myself, my mind and my entire life cause it hasn't been the same. you loved me unconditionally how do i function without that now. My body still here but I'm dead inside from all the pain and sorrow i feel cause i will never see you or talk to you again. My mind likes to wonder now all on its on it's scary sometimes..I'm worried everyone will leave me all alone. I think of you alot, and smile cause you always made me laugh..I cant stand it..its not right...i feel like where in a dream all the time. You were the best grandfather, wasn't fair how you suffered up to your very last breath..you held on so long day after day cause u couldn't stand how you had to leave us that day. I remember talking to you and you would try to tell me something back..don't worry i know what is was I love you but i have to leave you i need u to know i will be watching you don't let yourself go....I know i told you its okay for you to go,,,but I'm sorry grandpa i lied,,,, I didn't want you to leave me i still needed you around, call me selfish I don't care, you belong here with me not away so far. I cant accept it or handle it the way I should cause my mind and my heart stopped doing thier work. everyone tells me snap out of it, act right, but i cant I don't know how i lost the one who guided me through life...I feel like a burden, all needy, like I'm in the way..so why do i stay? I need you to tell me that your okay...cause i cant move on like this i just cant, there is no way.
I do not know?
1 Billion Rising.
For Men Everywhere.
Stop! Listen! Think! Act!
Stop the abuse!
Listen to the voices!
Think of how you treat,
Act now to change yourself!
Stop! Listen! Think! Act!
stops when you stop,
Stop! Listen! Think! Act!
is perpetrated by,
Stop! Listen! Think! Act!
stops when us men stop,
Stop! Listen! Think! Act!
On the day that you left us
I did not shed a tear
Not cause I was happy
I'm quite sure it was fear
I was afraid to cry
To show people that feeling
So I held my head high
Looking up at the ceiling
I held my mom
As tears fell from her cheek
and smiled when I found out
She'd be gone till next week
I was happy she left
To say one last goodbye
While Mary and I stayed home
And still I did not cry
I played my part well
Staying strong for my mom
I was her shoulder to cry on
Because you were gone
Yet at night I would lay
In my bed wide awake
When I was all alone
That's when my shoulders would shake
When no one could see me
I would cry on and on
I would cry for the memories
Sad cause you were gone
To the world a brave face
All alone I was scared
To show such emotion
Was more than I dared
Then one day I relized
I'd made a mistake
Then with my mom right beside me
My shoulders started to shake
For why should I hide
All alone in my room
I was merely a child
And I loved you too
I felt a lot better
After I'd cried
After I'd mourned
the fact that you'd died
Being strong for my family
That I will still do
Yet now I will make sure
That I can cry too
I'll see you again
Gone may mean forever
But it's never the end
IN MEMORY OF "PAPA" THE BEST
GRANDFATHER I HAVE EVER KNOWN
(july 12th 2012)
This Goes out to My Pop,
i've gotta stop,
you wouldn't wanna see me cry,
you would wanna see me fly,
i've let you down ,
Please don't frown.
I LOVE YOU POP!!
I've gotta Stop,
Turn my Life Around,
Only then will you be Proud,
I MISS YOU POP
But i've Gotta Stop,
All the hurt i hold inside ,
Of all the times i've cried,
Knowing you wanna see me smile,
Makes me wanna Give it a Trial,
You Will always Be A part of me,
What people Don't See,
Is What you mean to me,
Now your free
I begin to realise,
You were My Life's Favourite Surprise.....
You left me amid a pack of wolves,
snarling, baring their teeth...
closing in on me.
I know they'll tear me apart.
As the night grows darker, colder,
I hear their menacing howls,
and I realize I'm all alone.
I know tonight's my last night.
I search all around for you,
call to you for help,
all the while knowing you won't come.
I know you can't.
But, I fight back
I fight the wolves with all I've got,
and I emerged the winner.
Now, I know I'll live another night.
At six foot four, and an eighth of a ton,
A gentle giant of a man, he was;
Father to three, and himself a fine son,
Devoted husband to Jean, without pause.
Phone man, painter, in ocean liners he cruised,
Accompanied by family and friends;
Sweet song in his heart, but never the blues,
Wisdom and patience, in life his clear lens.
He loved a recipe, and showing concern,
With actions, like always asking about you;
His life well balanced, his legacy earned,
Sharing his Jesus—the Gospel's Good News!
Taking time for grandkids, he humbly shared,
Both time and his money, an open book;
Bouncing upon knees, for great grands he cared,
Teaching scriptures, over breakfast he’d cooked.
Eighty-two years was his Lord’s master plan,
Fifty-eight to a soulmate, solemnly wed;
What mattered most, to this giver of men,
Was baking and breaking, life’s finest bread.
A Soldier whose honor, served us all well,
Humbly he loved, these United States;
His strong Christian faith, now clear as a bell,
His given name, you ask? Twas—Walter Yates!
(Rest in Peace Dear Friend. We miss you, sir!)
(The Clock and The Reaper)
Time, the adamant adversary
of all that breathes
and all that can be personified
but meets perish
at the end of an arduous linger,
The crowns of eminent royalty,
the sweat of the blue collared,
and the blood of the encumbered poor,
are made equal, and remain
as docile as a sigh within a tornado,
by the unvarnished will of
destiny's most capricious assassin...
Thus all are abated by the face of a clock,
a man made object that mildly frightens
its creator, for it is not the apparition known
as Death, but rather the pretentious beacon
which deftly admonishes his existence, to all
who wish to prelude his inevitable convocation,
Yet none triumph in eluding the bullet of his
touch or the chill of his paralyzing presence,
for he is a being untainted by remiss
Together, the clock and the reaper,
are bound by nature, a mother who
bore them within the same breath,
and binds them without ramification,
for once one is piqued by a name,
the other is given purpose, thus the verve
of the artist, and the scientific mind become
nothing again, and the sanctimonious platitudes
of the churches, are silenced,
along with the indiscretions of the sinners,
Therefore, as time and death are capacious
beyond infinity, neither will rest until starved
by an impasse, thus the parable remains pertinent
to all, cherish each minor moment of life,
live with the dreams of adolescent imagination,
and love with a degree of unforgettable compassion,
which can never be made mortal, and by definition,
shall forever remain impervious to death's hand,
and always pass the test of time.
“She was mine” was all he thought
His spark was gone, forever had seemed so long
The gleam in his eye, dulled as days went by
He’d been trying hard to carry on, she was two months gone
He could no longer cry, all life was now, was a lie
His sadness growing deeper, as the world continued to fly by
His girl was gone now, his reason and purpose no longer around
For years he cared, he couldn’t show, but those actions spoke louder than any words
she would’ve known
His poor tired soul began to appear on his face
His heart numb from losing the one love that who with, his life had begun
Now it was his time to start, for in his heart, he knew……
They wouldn’t be far apart.
Dedicated to the memory of my Grandparents
William Lee Neeland Sr. 02/22/27 – 07/10/04
Pauline Sue Neeland 07/27/46 - 12/24/03
with all my love, #2