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Dennisa Davidson Poem
As I lay down a year and stand at the threshold of another
I look back at an eventful year
It had ups and downs but I am grateful you were always there
Never let go, never left me alone
You were always by my side
When did it all start, this love that has grown deep within our hearts
In that little thrill in my heart when years ago I heard your voice?
Or gazed into your deep dark eyes, fixed on mine, taking me to paradise?
Or the sweet tingling when our hands first touched as you passed a pen?
Those were the seeds of passion, fuelled by infatuation
As in young hearts seeds of love grew into a sturdy tree
Withstanding storms, gales and the sun's sometimes searing rays
Through it all, you stood by my side
Never letting go, never leaving me alone
Always there, by my side, you never let go, and our love got to grow
Love was what you did every day
Getting me an apple shake to satisfy my pregnancy cravings
If I changed my mind, going for mango shake never complaining
Holding vigil by my bedside through those long hours to our daughter's first cry
Cradling me on your chest, waking me gently when I slept in the middle of feeding the baby
Standing by my side, keeping me strong
Helping me keep going on
Love was you packing my suitcase when we went on holidays
Love was you letting me sleep in on Saturdays
Love was you cooking in the weekend, stocking the fridge when I had no clue what to do in a kitchen
Love was you holding my hand, swirling me to a funky tune, with the look that was still smitten
Love was you scratching my back when it itched where I couldn't reach
Love was you rubbing balm on my forehead when my head was splitting and I couldn't sleep
Love was you, doing geography and science with our little girl
Love was you learning Latin, playing soccer or hockey with our little boy
Love was the surgeon reading psychiatry, doing mock exams with me
Love was you playing a tune on your violin when 'Kaplan and Saddock' drove me crazy
Love is you with your arms around me, speaking tenderly
Love is you holding me close, swinging me in the air playfully
When I am well over forty, as though I was still twenty-three
Love has been you wiping my tears when I cried what I couldn't speak
Love has been you when you held my hand when life seemed to go wrong
Helping me stand, making me feel strong
I am so grateful I am blessed with you as I enter another year
I pray I might be to you what you have been to me
I love you, thank you for loving me
Copyright © Dennisa Davidson | Year Posted 2016
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Marriage gives life to love and love gives life to marriage.
In marriage, love means:
To know in your heart you were meant only for each-other.
To know that Heaven grew you apart and brought you together after the time you were meant to be molded to fit each-other.
To discover what it is to be best friends forever.
To discover what it is to love someone more than yourself.
To discover you are actually only a half and how much you need the other to be complete.
To discover the bonds that form when times get tough.
To discover how much more joy is multiplied when there is someone you love to share it with.
Each day is a day of discovery, a day to build your love, a day to make your bond stronger.
Marriage is:
To together choose one way, not one's own way.
To respect and honor with love the other over oneself or anyone else.
To compromise with each-other but never compromising each-other.
To know you are loved, cherished and needed whether fat or thin, well or ill, chirpy or
grumpy.
To live life's summer, winter, autumn and spring always being there for one another.
To blend as one that over the years you feel as one and speak as one.
To be savored like wine, enriched by the passing of time.
To honor Marriage is to honor its Maker. To commit in marriage is to commit to its Maker.
Copyright © Dennisa Davidson | Year Posted 2008
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Mum, don’t cry, I want to see you smile
I am okay mum, in a safe place
I am happy mum, except when I see your sad face
Don’t cry mum, I am okay
You did your best for me, mum, you tried so hard
To protect me, to shield me, to raise me
You gave me a good home
You did it all alone
I love you mum, you know I always did
I know you love me mum, just the way you always did
Some things just happen
You never know why
You are the best mum I could ever have had
You chose and did good things for me
Even on that fateful day mum
You chose good for me
If I had to live all over again, mum
I’d want to live it again with you
I’d always only be your daughter
You’ll always be my mum
It wasn’t your fault mum, that car came out of the blue
And in a second our whole world changed mum, I was gone from you
Some things just happen
It’s sad but it’s true
It will be hard for you mum, when you put my toys and clothes away
It will be hard for my brother, when he wants someone to play
But remember mum, I lived my life to the full
And it was all just because of you
So mum though your tears haven’t dried
Please don’t stop to try
You filled my life with love mum
I don’t want to see you cry.
Copyright © Dennisa Davidson | Year Posted 2014
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In a beautiful garden long, long ago
Creator God made a man
Man on his own alone was only half the plan
So Creator God made him a woman
And that is how it all began
In a garden called Eden
Way, way down in time
Creator God made a Wally
Wally on his own was only half the plan
So Creator God made him an Audrey
And that is how it all began
In a place called New Zealand
When Wally met Audrey
Creator God smiled down
For in finding Audrey, he had unearthed his treasure
What Creator God had planned for his pleasure
And when Audrey became his wife
Creator God's favour flowed in his life.
Audrey made them a happy home
Filled with blessings from Heaven's Throne
She, her husband's crown, worth far more than jewels
Wove into their Life Loom sunlight, flowers and colors
Skillfully, prudently, carefully reading the pattern
Making their home to others a lantern.
Creator God blessed this man and wife
With children and wonderful grand-children
One to play sweet music, one to act in the play
And all to share love, fun and laughter
To glory Creator God, their Master.
And to them on a warm, clear Sapphire Auckland evening
We gather together to say
We wish you now a very special Wedding Anniversary today
Looking forward to another Golden Morning
When we can wish you again,
May you have many more years together under the sun
To cherish every special moment
Since Creator God made you both one!
Copyright © Dennisa Davidson | Year Posted 2010
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Action, action! What a commotion!
“What is the latest trend?
Is there going to be an end?”
Lady Dow is trying to deliver
Leaders running to assist her
Oh, it’s a Global Countdown
Yeah, it’s a Global Meltdown
Come on Doctor Bush, make her to push
“We need some stimulus
Package in some dollars”
Come on Doctor Ben Bernanke
Is it only cutting rates?
Stage III, now it’s just got to be!
I can see the hair
Oh it’s a wig so unfair!
“Its shoulder dystocia, or a flu from Asia!”
Naah, its simply financial inertia!
It’s getting serious, I am curious
It’s gotta be Cesarean
Who is gonna be the Surgeon?
Will Bush gift it to Barak
Will Hillary, McCain or Romney wake luck?
Huckabee, who will it be?
Oh pain, oh pain! Who is gonna bring the gain?
Copyright © Dennisa Davidson | Year Posted 2008
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The lights are down this Christmas
The stars refuse to shine
The angels seem to have flown away
As the bells they sadly chime
You give and you take
But our hearts, it just breaks
Waiting for that chirpy little voice
For those tiny feet to make the pitter-patter noise
The tears don’t stop flowing this Christmas
As the toys are put away
No Santa can change this Christmas
Who can rewind that Goodbye Day?
Will You hold our hands this Christmas
We can’t bear to face the week
With the light snuffed out this Christmas
What good can the New year be?
Are we at the Burning Bush?
Makes us fear to draw near…
Yet our only hope, to see our little angel again
Is to hold to You and the Hope You give, through the pain…
Draw near O Lord, this Christmas
To our tired, worn and battered hearts
Pray a glimpse of Heaven You give
Where our Little Angel now plays
As he daily sees Your face
Be to us here below
Emmanuel… God with us…
Copyright © Dennisa Davidson | Year Posted 2010
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Oh Mr. Bernanke
Are we going to have that Rate-cut today?
Aha, you are the candy-man
Could wave your wand
Make the dying Market stand.
Ah, but it ain’t working anymore
The Market is a falling man
Oh Mr. Bernanke
You wave your wand
But it’s fallen over the stands!
Oh Mr. Bernanke
Swayed the Market just your own way!
But banks aren’t making money
The cuts to them are one too many
Candy-man, the Market won’t stand!
Got my only heifer and sacrificed
At the altar of Dow and Nasdaq, paid a high price
The Dow, oh it fell through the Year’s low
Now here I come, Candy-man
Look through your store
We need something more!
Copyright © Dennisa Davidson | Year Posted 2008
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I knelt by my bed in the morning
And said, “Please Mister God
I want to be pleasing to You today
But though I try so hard
I sure seem to loose my way.”
“Don’t you worry, little lady”
Into my ear whispered He
Take a walk down the street with Me
I’ll show you some things
I do as I am Me.”
We walked down the road
The signal was red
A man on a mobike sped with no helmet on his head
Wife and children gleefully clinging to the seat behind
“Where are they rushing, in a manner so blind?
Either they’ll be in heaven or send one up of their kind!”
“Ah, that’s not all,” He said
“Look now, what do you see?”
“Oh my God! How can this be?”
A boy jumped from a bus that was running
Nonchalantly into cars that in chaos were crossing
“Dear God, on the side walk in one piece can he still be?”
My list grew longer
And my amazement larger
“Dear God!” said I, “We do things we really shouldn't be
How come there are still so many of us walking the streets on our two feet?
For by now there surely should be more crowd
For St. Peter to regulate through the yonder clouds.”
“Child, because you are you,
You run and break the rules.
Because I am Me, I watch over thee
When you turn around and say you’re sorry
I balm your bruises and prop you on my knee
Because child, I am Me.”
“Lord, you’ve got one tough job
Guarding the faithful, the faithless, one and all.”
“You too are on my list, my little child
As is each one I made, I am always by your side
To the Pearly Gates you must come one day, one and all
But that will only be on My call
Till then not even a sparrow will fall.”
Copyright © Dennisa Davidson | Year Posted 2008
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Hey Johnny O,
With your true Little Mercy
Set our student hearts dreaming
Of living in and serving
Dusty old villages
Not worthy of mention in the papers
With parched land or pretty green.
But then, Johnny O
Little did you and Mercy know
One day such damning blood will flow
When you are living in and serving
In your little village
Not knowing if the hospital jeep can go
To see your patients, who are waiting.
You know Johnny O
We almost followed your mercy tracks
But just in time did step back
From dusty old villages
For I can't quite guess from these papers
What I'd have done, with all that's happening.
I might have ended up
Like you and Mercy in a village scene
Not knowing if today or tomorrow the mob will come visiting
Or perhaps like your friend Binayak
In a stone cold cell, alone be sleeping.
Just in time, I stepped back
Just in time, to be safe and secure
Just in time, so my kids can go to a good school
Just in time, to take in a movie or two
Just in time, to relish rava-dosai, pop some corn,
These to you just don't belong
Just in time, saved my skin
But Merci, Johnny O
For taking my place there...
Copyright © Dennisa Davidson | Year Posted 2008
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Lord, the last so many years
This home has seen happiness and tears
Its every brick soaked up with tales
With Love its mortar, the flagship’s sail
But as we see the love unwrap
The Mast go down, the Mortar crack
And each brick soaks up fears with tears
Lord, bring back all those blessed years
Jesus, bring healing and love back into this home
Mend each heart, the way You do alone
And as they pack their separate bags
To say good bye, go on different tracks
Jesus, come with Your love into this home
And make this Christmas,
A very special Christmas
Of love and healing
In this home.
Comfort each wounded and hurting heart
Oh heal the scars of emotions past
Bring the laughter back into their hearts
As the end comes calling, give them a brand new start
Send your teams of angels there
To mend the hurts, the hearts repair
And as they see this Christmas, this Chirstmas
Light the candle of Hope and Love there.
Copyright © Dennisa Davidson | Year Posted 2009
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