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Brenda Peterson Poem
Dad, I’m sitting here by the fire wishing you were here.
We’ve been cleaning in the yard, and you love this time of year.
The huge red oak by the tree house is still standing tall.
You talked about cutting it down early last fall.
I’m so proud your grandson Caleb has taken after you.
He has been cutting down trees just like you taught him to.
He would be outside all day if he wasn’t still in school;
Sawing, chopping, and splitting wood just like you taught him to.
He drives your 5-spped pick-up truck that Jerry got from you.
He learned to drive a straight shift just like you taught him to.
Caleb reminds me so much of being and working around you;
Because he works without complaint just like you taught him to.
One day the huge red oak will need to come down.
I know Caleb has the knowledge to cut it to the ground.
Dad, thank you for your leadership, example, love and strength from above.
Grandpas Blessing given to his Grandson Caleb with true love.
Copyright © Brenda Peterson | Year Posted 2018
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Brenda Peterson Poem
Were You Proud?
It’s eleven O’clock when I can hear you come in.
I have no idea where you have been.
You left this morning, and cooked no food.
I guess you weren’t in the mood.
I tried to fix myself a drink.
But broke a glass in the sink.
The peanut butter made a huge mess.
I got jelly all over my favorite dress.
I peek out from behind my bedroom door
And you start yelling like you did before.
“What is this mess you left in here?”
I’m scared to answer, I can’t think clear.
When I see you’re walking down the hall,
It was 911 I wanted to call.
“I knew you were going to be mad at me,
But Mommy, don’t hurt me pretty please!”
You can’t hit back when you’re only four.
Mommy doesn't love me anymore.
I screamed for help, I cried in pain,
But no one listens to me complain.
Meth and alcohol are everything to you.
You aren't the Mommy that I once knew.
Kicking me as you yell aloud
I wondered, were you proud?
You slap and beat me with your hands.
Hands that use to understand.
Lying on the floor, I took my last breath,
Were you proud as my eyes closed in death?
By Brenda L. Peterson
Copyright © Brenda Peterson | Year Posted 2014
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Brenda Peterson Poem
When the call came that you weren't well,
I didn't want it to be your final farewell.
I cried for hours because I wasn't there.
My heart just wasn't at all prepared.
So I prayed, and Yes, received a reply,
"It's not up to you, you need to comply".
So, it's OK, God's calling you home
To eternity in heaven you belong.
It's a difficult time to say just when
Your situation will be the final win.
Angels have gathered around your bed
Awaiting their command to go ahead.
Maw maw, I'll miss your unique love.
I'm always proud to be a part of
Memories with you, I'm so blessed.
Even now as you lay to rest.
Copyright © Brenda Peterson | Year Posted 2011
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Brenda Peterson Poem
I can no longer be reached or heard.
I will never understand or care.
I can no longer trust or try.
The dreams I had have vanished.
I only know the hurt is real.
I can never love.
Copyright © Brenda Peterson | Year Posted 2018
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