O' middle child, dear son of mine, you have always let the others shine
All through the years, you have stood behind
---I want to say, I've noticed you
Your sister's charms, of course, we knew...
And your brother's skills were multitude
But, my quiet child, though your words were few
---I want to say I've noticed you
While people cheered, and guitars were played,
as your siblings sang upon the stage
You cheered them on with no restraint
---but, I want to say I've noticed you
Such wit and charm, a heart of gold,
More generous soul, I've never known
A shoulder you will always lend
---a brother, friend until the end
I love you all, .....of course I do
I have watched you grow, each one of you
My quiet child, you are still the same
---you'll step aside from all acclaim
As parents now, all three of you
I am proud beyond the words I hold
My middle child, I hope you know,
while you've always been a one to sow
a quiet gift to all you've known
---I want to say I've noticed you........
I remember that night as if it were yesterday,
sitting and watching your chest moving rhythmically
up and down as you took each breath.
Your face was that of tranquillity.
Your cheeks were scarlet from spending hours
on the beach in the November wind.
As your little eyelids began dancing in the moon lit room,
I couldn’t help but wish I was there in your dream.
The skylight allowed the moonbeams to shine down on you
and you were that night; my star.
I rushed to get my video camera to capture this rare moment.
Then sat there filming you, not wanting this serene moment to end.
Soon my son, you shall graduate from university.
So much has been lost since then, and the video?
Yet still when I close my eyes, I can see you there,
that warm feeling wells up once again in my breast,
and that night has become one of the most
treasured moments of my life.
It has been branded in my heart and soul forever.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Contest: A poem you have not entered in a contest #12
Poet Destroyer A
My Son Moon and Star ~
Approaching the celebration of his Birth
cherishing the gift I received
within weeks of conception I knew
something amazing was in Creation ~
the Stars held a party
sending me with one of their own
Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky
It was magic It was destiny taking its flight.
In love with an October full moon
drawing and painting I liked
thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
caught in a loss of time
Hours going by as choosing my color
a wittness to three falling stars
A clear night sky sparkle's
A once Famous Star was sent
inspiring the tiny child inside ~
Never a doubt in my mind at all
child bearing was worth any pain received
yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
one to cherish and hold
My Son was born the following August ~
working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year
as the set of Leverage for 3 years .
Has done a Indie movie here
In Paris it was seen and honored
coming soon filmed in Portland ~
"The House of Last Things "
awaiting the credits , you will see
1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant
My Young Lion Mans dream ~
A proud mom I watch every show and the credits
as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
My Son & Moon and Star
A name you will all know ~
Happy Birthday to my creative Son
you will exist in my heart forever~
Daddy, were you alive when Jesus was born?
No honey, he was born a long time ago, over 2000 years ago.
Where was he born Daddy?
In Bethlehem, a small town in the desert in a manger,
Whats a manger Daddy?
It's a place where they kept animals to feed them.
You see when Jesus was born the Inn was full, so
they had to get Mary to a warm place to give birth to Jesus.
that was the only place they could go.
Daddy who is Jesus' Daddy?
God is his Father honey?
But who is Joseph?
The Chosen Father, who God chose to raise him, Mary's Husband
I don't understand Daddy!
God wanted a son, he could not have a son without Mary and Joseph's
help. God asked them both if they would help him, without even thinking
they said yes. God gave to them a great gift, God gave them Jesus.
At that moment God gave us all a great gift, He gave us the Son of Man.
The Son of Man Daddy?
Yes honey, you see God is not Man, not one you can touch, Jesus
was, he healed people who were sick, He showed people how to love God
and how God loves them. There is one more important thing
I want to tell you honey.
What's that Daddy? Jesus did a coupla more things I think are
important, there are many of course but two I like.
Go on Daddy!
Jesus taught us how to love without conditions, like the way I love you
and you love me and your Mom and Brother. But how to love everybody
like that. The most important thing is, is that he died because we humans
broke God's laws, which means we sinned. He died so God would
Wow Jesus really did love us didn't he Daddy...?
Yes he did baby, and the really good thing is he still does and always will.
Come on it's time for bed!
Not until I say my prayers Daddy!
How bout we Pray together tonight?
I'd like that Daddy!
So would I baby, so would I .
Jump up on my back and I'll give you piggy back ride!
I love you Daddy!
I love you too baby, I love you too.........
My Christmas wish is you all have Conversations like this with your
kids. Trust me they bring tears of joy!
May God Bless you all this Christmas Season as he has Blessed me.
From Mary, Josh, Shay and myself MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR
Sometimes I look around me
and I see an empty space
where you might be playing
a sweet smile on your face.
You might be calling out to me
asking me to play
and I would be there with you
and you would fill my day.
When bedtime comes I'd read to you
then before I tuck you in
I would open up my arms
and you would climb right in.
I would kiss your baby cheek
and tell you "you're my love".
I would hold you close to me
and thank the Lord above...
But then I look around again
and there's just an empty space.
No toys scattered on the floor
no shinning little face.
I'll never hear you call my name
or watch you as you grow
but you will always be with me
no matter where I go.
And I know there is a heaven
and I know that you are there
and you have a better life
than I could give you here.
Until I take my final breath
I will always pray
that through God's most precious gift
I'll be with you some day.
Then, I will take you in my arms
and hold you close to me.
Your laughter will ring in my ears
your smiling face, I'll see.
We will be together
my precious baby boy
and then the only tears I'll cry
will be ones of joy.
I hope that you can hear me
I have so much to say
and I never had the chance
since you left me that day.
For now I want to tell you
that I love you so
and I am so sorry
that you had to go.
If you could have stayed with me
my dream would have come true
and I know I would have done
anything for you.
And even though you went away
and we must be apart
I know you will always live
forever in my heart.
How could you turn your back on him?
What has he ever done to you?
Except to give you all his love,
So innocent and true.
You disappear for years on end,
And never leave a word.
No birthday cards or Christmas days,
I find that quite absurd.
He is not alone in your evil deeds,
For you have three more.
You didn't even say good-bye,
When you walked through the door.
How could you even call yourself,
A mother in the sense?
You can't even spell the word,
Not from this time hence.
How could you even sleep at night?
Knowing what you've done,
How could you even walk away?
And leave our darling son.
How could your feelings be so cold?
How could you ever love?
How is it, that your desires,
Always rise above.
How could your darn addictions,
Come before your kids?
How is it you can live with yourself?
Knowing all of this.
How could you just give him up?
As if he were not there,
How could you turn and close your eyes?
And show you do not care.
How could I be so lucky?
That you've done what you've done,
You have given me the greatest gift,
You let me raise my son!
For You Josh.... I love you Son....Dad
im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on me. i dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything
The Family That God Gave to Me
I think about the family,
that God gave to me...
And think about where
they'll spend eternity!
I think about the good times,
that we've had.
And the trials we've faced...
Both good and bad!
God helped us to overcome
And proved his faithfulness...
Today and forever!
He showed us the Godly path,
that we should follow...
And promised to be with us!
Today and tomorrow!
He's proven how
much he loves us!
And how much that he
cares for us!
Thank you my lord,
for all you do!
Where would we be?
If not for you?
You've proven yourself
over and over again!
Thank you so much,
for being our friend!
By Jim Pemberton
You do not stand alone in your Battle
Your battle is our Battle
We may not be there in body
But we are there with you in Spirit
We are there in every beat of your Heart
In every whisper of the wind
In every thought and every touch
Every breath and every sound
We are there with you
You are wrapped in an Endless chain of Love
In every link we each send you a part of us
We send you some of our Strength
Some of our will to Fight
Some of our Courage
The most important of them all
We send you all of our Love
If you feel you need more
Just give that Endless chain a little tug
And we'll be there
Tug til you need us no more
Then we'll know you've gone Home
5/09/2014 Dedicated to my Aunt Nini, Wilma Thomas Gamble for Mother's Day. Sadly she lost her Battle w/ Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer on 5/30/2014.
Baby boy mommy loves you very much, i can tell how you've grown with every
I watch you learn and grow everyday. The way i feel about you son , is very hard
Without you in my life, i would be crying, while deep inside feel like i'm slowly dying.
You are my life, my moon, my stars, and my sun, this is for you to know i'm always
here and i love you a ton!
On the wings of two angles I was brought into this world…
My mother and father I’ve called them since I first spoke,
To their arms I ran when I first walked…
When my heart was not calm
Their love would come…
When no one believed
They saw what others couldn’t see
When I would cry
With a calm sigh they would smile
And the whole world would stop and the pain would die…
They taught me to not lie…
They taught me to be human…
On the wings of two angels I was brought into this world…
My mother…her beauty puts the stars to shame….
My father…his heart stronger than all the men that walk among us…
I thank my lord for giving me
The biggest treasure on this world,
Love that is clearly out of this world…
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.
If I could tell you just one last thing
I would tell you Dad, I wish I had more time with you
you taught me how to stand tall , do things the right way
If I could tell you Dad , before you flew your plane that Day..
You had asked me to go , and many times I wish I did .
For my fate would be as yours and Friend , Death, by a crash in the end.
I think what was so hard for me Dad , is I always felt something special
This was only something you could give me Dad , no other ..
Since you left September 4th , a bitter afternoon , not just losing you , myself too.
I lost you Dad, maybe I could have told you not to fly your plane that day..
Or maybe you were just too good for this World , and could not stay ..
For I have found many judgments in life , no one builds me up like you did .
If I had just more minute , after your remains were discovered after 9 months
I would hold you , and tell you I love you , Please don't go , just stay with me.
And still , I can't let go . If I could just free my soul.. Dad, if I had just one more minute .
In Honor of "Thomas Francis Kelley " your proud Son , Mark L. Kelley,
wrote by; Shanity Rain.
I hope your playing Golf in Heaven so when I get there , we can play 9 holes.
Healing Can Only happen,
When the Pain is Gone!
Healing can only happen, when the pain
and damage are gone!
It can only come about, when there’s
no “lists” of wrongs!
People need to move ahead, and put all
of the past behind them!
And seek God’s forgiveness,
so his grace can find ‘em!
Too many carry a load of sorrow
and grief that they can’t afford!
They need to bring everything to Jesus,
and make him their LORD!
How can we experience healing,
if the suffering is still there?
How will we ever be able to love others,
and truly care?
May we all seek the kind of healing,
that only Christ can bring!
May we allow him to remove
all pain and suffering!
Jesus… We need your healing now! More than ever before!
It is your love that we must learn
to treasure and adore!
Please come now and refresh us with your awesome love!
The sweetness of your Holy Spirit, is a gift from above!
Thank you God! The pain is gone and the healing has come!
All praise, glory and honor to Jesus!
God’s anointed son!
By Jim Pemberton 10/19/13
I do not know?
I’ve seen all my life
So many people come and go
Passing so quickly
Leaving a faded memory
Of the moment we crossed paths.
So sadly I must say is true
Rarely do I see anyone
Staying around long enough
Getting to know me.
Hardly does a person stay.
You, Bubby, My only son,
The most important man to me,
I’ve come into my life only
To stay and never ever leave
Me all by myself.
So grateful to know you,
And proud as a mom can be
You’re the greatest
Young man this world has seen.
My only son, my BUBBY.
To see you smile, hear your voice,
Always fills my
Heart and soul with love.
My only son, my hero,
Sent from up above.
See problems they no worry Timothy
He was raised by his Great Grandmother
One day she taught him
Miho you can make life beautiful or ugly
Work hard, find a woman who has a strong back
Beauty fades it doesn’t last long
Now let me tell you
A woman with a strong back may not be your perfect companion
Times are changing, I think Faith is more important these days
I say okay Grandma, can I have the horachata now that you made me
No hush up! You can have it when I’m finished talking
Timothy come your poor Grandfather wanted you to have this
It is his Journal and I have never read out of it
She hands it to me
I am struck by it’s cover, it is brown and plain
Yet it spoke to me by it’s elegant style
These words were printed on the cover “Blanco Vendetta”
I was drawn and pulled in untill I was covered by the spell
The first page I open too it says “My first Mil Besos”
The Temptess that blew my heart away
I turn to page 33
It says “The story of an Apache Warrior”
There are no rules to an Apache Warrior when it comes to fighting
He says if you are my enemy I don’t care how but I’m gonna kill you
Page 41 is like a fist full of words thrown across the page
Barrio boxing, The protection of the Shield of Faith
Brokenhearted for my careless speech has left her heartbroken
Strengthened by Love “Amor”
Nourished by the sunshine in her hand
There is healing in its beams
Blessed by her presence Del Dios I am Greatful
I’m like Grandpa what did you say wrong
Then these words come to me
Give her your full attention when she speaks to you
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
So I close it and my finger brushes a bookmark
It’s the Last page
It says To: “Timothy my son who is as mighty as an army”
I Thank you for the Greatest Gift
For the Greatest Gifts are as small as your small hand that touched me
I plant these seeds and they will take root and grow because you are good ground
Timothy let me say That without you I would of never found my Faith in GOD
Listen for it is your Grandfather who is dead and speechless
Timothy you see the good in everything
And I know you will understand my words clearly
If a man gives you his word
Promise me not to plan your future on it
And if you give your word my son
Do everything in your Power to fulfill it
AND NEVER Promise more than you can deliver
For it is better to put out more than you promised
Everyman is considered unwise when he appears foolish
I wish I could give you some insight about women
But your Great Grandmother may help you better than I can
But never timothy, Never be quick to fall in Love
Or give your heart to a woman
Listen carefully to her words when she speaks to you
Cherish Her give her your full undue attention
Because the Heart of the Wise studies how to answer
Love your neighbors as yourself
And do not strive against another man
If he has done nothing wrong to offend you
AS much as it is possible live peacefully with all men
And it is okay for you to speak these things with your Great Grandmother
She is a very wise and God-fearing woman
Amor take the greatest care of her, I Love you Son
Timothy when the time comes to avenge my death
Hit harder then you ever have before
But not in a Duel son, not like an open Vendetta
Marry his daughter Maria
The one who is pretty and Two years younger than you
Oh! He will suffer greatly!
And it will kill him to know that I chose this way to repay him
And remember son to be ready to fight any man at the drop of a hat
There’s a family I know, that may seem old fashioned.
But they serve others from a heart of compassion!
They don’t have much in the scope
But they have each other,
and much contentment.
They have a love for God that comes from within!
And are thankful to the Lord
for being their friend!
They don’t get too involved with that the world brings.
They have each others love.
They have everything!
This family has been an inspiration to others too!
By their giving hearts, in much of what they do!
This family has a commitment to serve God above.
And have asked Jesus to fill them with his love!
This may seem old fashioned,
not to have a lot of things…
But they know their Lord
and the love that he brings!
I’m thankful to know them and their Godly inspiration…
I extend to them a heart of thanks and appreciation!
Please dear Lord, bless and keep them in your arms!
Be with them Jesus, and protect them from harm!
May the blessings of God keep
flowing through them!
And may the peace and joy of God continue to be with them!
By Jim Pemberton 05/29/13
It is when the
of that day shows
realise lonely i shall
It is when he says
care my son and she
says i love you son
realise what is life
It is when she looks
me & say 'I LOVE
that i realise 'I LOVE
You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised,
you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried.
I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry,
i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story.
You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me,
the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be.
Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk,
i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk.
I needed you, when i was in need,
i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed.
I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart,
but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart.
You said i failed you,
you cried to me and i knew it was true.
But i needed you to understand me,
but you went your way and upset me.
The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out,
i tell you i love you but all you do is shout.
I've lost you for good this time,
so i think i have to do one more crime.
I do not know?
I shouldn’t live in the past but I’m not just expressing myself
I’m over myself
I promise not to stay there too long but the pain makes everything high definition
Never in the back always a leader, I was the first swimmer in the pack that made it to be a
My dad could vouch, “son you’re real nut”
I own your body but not your mind
It’s my turn to own your eardrum for my own pleasure to do as I will
You will finally listen and take notice because the takeover has begun
She tells me “you didn’t have to write it down. . . you could have just told me
Yeah but you had a listening malfunction
It only seemed to work when you were in pain and wanted to be heard.
I told you everything you needed to know but it was not important at the time.
Pain as a hobby, I do this for fun.
Finding common ground with Ciara just to find out is she more interested in girls.
It would have been cool but I wasn’t on that at the time.
Or the dude that follows popular advice and his girl screws his best friend.
Isn’t it ironic!
When mom and dad can’t get along and dad is forced to leave his home
While growing up son and daughter wondering why Dad wasn’t there and therefore
They go out and force others to feel the pain that they bear.
Now, she is running outside making a scene with a knife in her hand threatening to flat my
Granddad, Granddad you died too soon.
Granddad, Granddad maybe if you were the way you were back when it would
Have mattered, my dad would have been different
Even though I don’t believe in excuses
Unless you are excusing yourself from life lessons
It is never too late to turn to Jesus but why wait until death shows its face
Now I may be destined to follow in your footsteps
Mama Mama you’re killing me
I’m apart of you and you don’t want me.
I hear you talking about that guy you met at club Sobe
And a one night stand and plan B.
Maybe it is better I’m going to meet Jesus
I’ll see you there
I would have told you I love you if I had the chance.
O, I aint through with you yet
Pain as a hobby
I’m painting you a vivid map
Leading all the way until they call
The center for disease and control
What about the baby daddy who thinks it’s cool to
Come to her job and shoot her dead in front of co-workers once
She turns her back and then shoots himself and goes straight to hell.
So, at 21 she leaves behind her three children and her life cut off - all
Because of jealousy.
Looking down upon your tiny
Soft to my touch
Gazing into your beautiful eyes
My heart beats for you, and you
Each precious moment
A joyous gift
My world changed
Was given new life
Devouring the moment
Savouring the feeling
Tears of joy
This tiny bundle
Became my all
I shall protect you
You have. My heart
In your tiny hand
For i gave it to you
That sacred day
When you became my all
My son, I love you always
M y Son Jared inspired me to write
Y earning to write words of beauty
I inspired by the Gift I gave him at birth returned
N ever taking much time to think, written from the heart
S someone who pushed me to be more than I was
P artners in writing collaborations, two minds to one
I nterpreting messages without thought between us
R enduring thoughts to pen
A lways there for a kind word or debate
T empting the progression of talent
I nvigorated with the pen and paper
O blivious to my surroundings when in write
N ever forgetful of the Son who prodded me to Poetry
M uses dance around him
Y eilding not to daring subject
S on I thank you for your inspiration
O n so many levels
N ever forget how much I love you
To my Son Jared........Thanks......Dad
Once in a place on a top of a hill
Lies an oak tree the stood there still
Under that is a boy I know in pain
All wet because of his tears and the rain.
He swears he’ll never fall in love again
No more heartache that happened back then
But I do hope that he is wrong
Cause my heart screams we both belong.
He does not know I know the things he loves
From what he hates and what he wants to have
I know his favorite food, number, and song
He does not know I had him memorized for so long.
He loves things that the color is blue
He loves to tease me but never will argue
He loves to play basketball once a week or twice
He loves to eat ham soaked in vinegar and rice.
He loves places that are peaceful and quiet
He wants things to work out like what he had set
He is quiet and does not talk a lot
He wears v-neckline shirts that make him look so hot.
Nobody else knows what he does best
Playing guitar is his greatest asset
I know his hometown, where he came from
And I love it when he plays the drums.
Yes that guy is the one I love
He’s the one that I have been dreaming of
He’s my life, my love and no other than
The man in black the minister’s son.
He wraps it around her arm
In need for some repairs
Tighter and tighter
She likes it , like this
Old woman ,a little sick
Needing her medication
(yells the little boy)
Mummy is broken down
(in her silent voice)
Give me some ice
Stand by my side
And open your eyes
(in a roar)
Walk by my side
Cure my poison
(in her yowl voice)
As , she descends from this world
Drops to the floor
(bang , boom)
(bang , boom)
Poor little soul
Little boy so scared
Heart so sorrowful
As , he speaks
Mummy , mummy
Wake , wake
Mummy , mummy
Give me back my ice
Give me back my happy dust
Tighter and tighter
Why like this
Without a chance to reminisce
Reminisce my thoughts threw your sickness
Mummy come and listen, to my screams
For this ice has me, so confuse on life
Confuse about you
This sickness, I see in your eyes everyday
As, I watch you fall on our kitchen floor
Wake mummy, wake
For I love you , I do
When you have a child,
it is a responsibility like no other
a responsibility that consumes your soul
if you take it by the horns and run,
By that I mean this,
look at the times, trends, life
and you begin to teach
and they begin to learn,
You teach them of love, respect,
not to lie, cheat or steal
you teach them the value of friends
you teach them responsibility,
You teach them to learn
the value of education, further education
you teach them the value of a dollar
you teach them how to be independent,
I have had the pleasure to raise 5
5 independent children, educated
respectful, trustworthy, loving
they have many friends
they are successful, have families, mostly
I love them all, with all my heart
though I must say my raising style has changed
And I must beg the oldest 4, their forgiveness
The last to raise is not my Legacy
he is a Legacy, to his Step Mother and me,
he has all the aforementioned, plus vision
at 15 he has GPS for his future
I play 12 Musical instruments, he plays 11
His Brother and I write, he writes,
He excels at all he does
I was not as hard on him,
Josh, you are not my Legacy
You are a Legacy, Created by God, Serving God
Truly a Son of God,
But you are still my Son and I am very Proud of you,
Staff Sergeant Joshua Pickett JROTC,
To all my Children, I love you all equally,
I just wish I raised you all equally, you all deserved it!
My Sons Are Special to Me!
Listen my sons! It's plain to see!
You’re special to God! And special to me!
When God gave me a son! He gave me his best!
I’ll say that I LOVE YOU! And will never rest!
I’m blessed to know you! I praise God for it!
He already knows! But I want you to know it!
Wherever you travel… And wherever you go!
May you find God’s peace and rest for your soul!
He loves you so much! May his spirit touch you!
That you will know how much he loves you!
You’re both so special! May you believe it!
All of my love and prayers… May you receive it!
Blessings to you! My special sons that you are!
I will shout “you’re special!” Aloud and afar!
Don’t forget about God! Keep him in mind!
He’ll be there for you! Every single time!
Thank you Jesus, for the sons you’ve given!
May they serve YOU, all the days they’re livin’!
By Jim Pemberton 10/01/13
my son my fistborn you are my little friend
i hold you up high for the whole world to see
you are my boy
you are a spitting image of me
i promise to be a good father to you
give you all the love you can stand little man
you are my joy and pride
i love you son and my tears i can not hide
when your five i will take you fishing
when your twelve i will take you to hunt
when you are sixteen i will tell you about girls
right now i will be content with holding you and smelling your neck
i love you so my little son
Pain it wells inside of me
Its lifts its ugly head.
His words they speak so deeply
And this is what he said
Oh Mum he says, it’s what you said
So very long ago
It hurt me then, it hurts me still
I just can’t let it go
The memory is so very dim
I can’t remember them
The words that I spoke long ago
That cut my son to threads.
I never could just understand
From whence his pain did come
His angry words, his smoldering hate
That I’ve felt from him so long
I’d like to say, if it’s enough
That I’m very sorry son
I loved you then, I love you now
Can’t take back what I’ve done
I never meant to hurt you,
If only I had known
I’d never have uttered a single word
I wish that you would know it.
I’M SORRY MICHAEL.
Your name I speak every
I don’t care what they think or
You are my precious son
You’re not trash that I should throw
You are significant in every
Though you sleep; your life I
Until the promised day you are
your name I will speak every
You are my precious son
Dedicated to and Written for… my precious son…Always.
Nathaniel Blaine Gibson
May 7, 2014
It's 1 AM
And we're making sweet love.
There is a house burning in the distant, cold morning.
You rush to the firehouse,
Leaving me cold and empty.
How I wish you'd stay with me.
You throw on gear like so many times before.
Your son cries in his crib,
He knows you're gone.
I cradle him in my arms,
Like you did me only minutes ago.
I put my breast to his mouth, hoping he's hungry,
Hungry as you were only minutes ago.
But it's no use.
He knows you're gone.
You arrive at the house, which turns the black sky
Red with the burning of its materials and souls.
You search for the souls you can protect and save.
I hope you're protected, but I now know what your son has known all along.
You find a small girl in her closet, barely conscious.
You give her your oxygen and take her out of the fiery hell.
She thinks you are god, come to save her.
You tell her you're not.
You talk, trying to keep her conscious. She asks if you have a child.
"Yes, I have a son."
"Do you love him?"
"Yes, with all my heart."
"Did you say goodbye to him?"
"No, but I'll say hello when I get home."
The Little Girl sees her mother's burnt body carried out.
"Is that my mommy?" she asks.
"Yes. She told me she loves you more than anything."
"Hey God, where will she go?"
You pause and say, "Honey, she isn't going anywhere. She'll be right here with you,
protecting you as you grow up."
"Good. I love my mommy. And I love you too, god."
She closes her eyes
And falls on the stretcher she was sitting on.
You feel pain-the little, lifeless body will always be in your mind.
I begin to cry with our son.
I sway back and forth, gently rocking.
He knows you're gone. So do I.
You find another body with a soul still alive.
A young boy.
You hand him past the door between the two worlds.
You've just let him go.
The house collapses upon you.
My strong fireman is gone.
I cry with our son, we both know you're gone.
I wait for that call.
I hold our son, close to my body.
I get that call at 4AM.
The sun is not up yet.
What they say to me, means nothing. I knew you were gone.
I cried, but not violently.
Tears just curved down my face.
I ask for your gear, after they remove it.
It smells of dust, fire, death, but
I can still smell you.
I shake it and my eyes fall upon your pocket.
It was full.
You never leave things in there.
I found a note, entitled to James and me.
"I love you both more than anything. I need to say it more often. I love you."