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Lilacs In May

She heard her name and awoke from her sleep,
as she heard her mother's voice she started to weep.
The memory of her death so clear in her mind,
she hoped her pain would mend with time.
She wonders what it would be like had she still be alive,
years have passed their bond no wedge could drive.
She yearned to see her grandkids grow old,
now she awaits for Jesus with hands that fold.
One lilac was left it was still in bloom,
it was placed in her hands as her spirit left the room.
She read a letter to her mother as she lay,
after all it was Mother's Day, a sad day in May.
She said please don't forget me I'll not be far,
her memory instilled in her like an old aged jar.
She kissed her forehead on her last Mother's Day,
as the hearse so carelessly took her away.
She sleeps in her grave as she is beckoned to come home,
where she no longer hurts with angels she'll roam.
Where the lilacs bloom that's where mother lives,
she lives through her children with love she fondly gives.

Copyright © Shannon Tackett | Year Posted 2014



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The Heart of the Sea

The lighthouse shines as she calls her ships home,
as they drift out to sea with high tide they roam.
The moon dances across the majestic sea,
as my soul reaches out longing to be free.
Childhood memories flooding back in my mind,
to a time in my life where I wish I could rewind.
Memories of my mother and I sitting out on the rocks,
as we watched the ships coming in and out of the docks.
A smile on her face with her arm in mine,
mommy's little girl my heart would shine.
Remembering walks with my mother on that golden shore,
as the whole memory captures my essence to it's very core.
Seagulls flying by swooping down on the sand,
digging their claws as if owning the land.
As I close my eyes I can still see my mother as she smiles,
I can still feel her spirit knowmatter how many the miles.
Someday I hope to meet her on those rocks where we'd sit,
with her arm in roped in mine so rightfully fit.

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The Anti Christ's Wrath

He sits there waiting in the pits of Hell,
bounded and chained in his firey cell.
Waiting to be unleashed to destroy the hearts of God's men,
the armor of God they will stand trial to defend.
Evil laughter seeps below so deep,
as souls cry out in the ground they weep.
Please don't forsake us our lord thy God,
and spare us your mercy with your staff and rod.
The beast comes with promise of long lasting peace,
his goal is to capture lost souls and feast.
Angels cry out for lost souls they shall mourn,
birth of the Anti Christ will soon be born.
There's only one truth and the light one way,
we must become one union and get down and pray.
For there is one coming one and above all,
he is the Alpha and Omega when Babylon falls.
Trust in the Lord will all thy heart,
for there will come a time when the earth shall part.
There will arrive seven years of peace,
Heaven and earth shall pass away but his word will never cease.

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A Beast Among the Fog

I saw the beast in the mist of the fog,
it was crawling out of a deep hollow log.
Was the mist of the fog distorting my vision,
I tried to think and not make a rash decision.
I inhaled the fog as it crept into my soul,
as the beast crept closer my heart beats out of control.
Blood was dripping from it's grotque fangs,
as the meal from it's mouth so violently hangs.
In the fog not sure if it can see me,
hoping in this dense atmosphere I'll be free.
Despite the fog it can trace my moves,
destined to find a way so my mind can be soothed.
Somehow the beast can smell my fear,
my shallow breathes I know it can hear.
The fog stalls it's vision for a time,
clawing and scratching as I try to climb.
The fog somehow lifts and now it can see,
as I climb up a massive towering tree.
Rocking and swaying I wish it would stop,
with one hard thrash I finally drop.
Wishing so much this fog would come back,
for the beast has hunted and found my track.

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Roses For Mama

He's drempt of his mama in her garden of love,
surrounded by angels in heaven above.
Peaceful waters flow through a bubbling brook,
where her roses grew in every little nook.
She cherished the roses he had bought for her in life,
capturing their beauty and the colors of their sight.
When she was ill he knelt beside her bed,
and handed her roses with the tears that he shed.
She said don't cry for me it's beautiful over there,
where they climb so gracefully up Heaven's golden stair.
He visits her grave and places roses in her cup,
rest assured with Jesus she forever sup.
The rose bush he planted for her still grows today,
just as it did when Jesus took her away.
No sickness nor pain she can smell once more,
as she embelishes in her roses surrounded by her door.
She said plant you some roses in rememerance of me,
as you stroll through my garden waiting for you I'll be.

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Remembering Dad

She had a glimps of a man who favored her dad,
longing to have him back it made her sad.
Reminicing about the things that they once did,
Memories flooding back that time had hid.
She recalls his cologne how it smelled of Old Spice,
or how they'd sit for hours giving out his advice.
he'd hitchike to work to put meat on our table,
Even on those days he just was'nt able.
He loved his family with every breath that he took,
with love in his heart and each stern look.
He loved his children no matter what they did wrong,
She has'nt seen his face, it had been so long.
He's kept every weed or flower she had ever picked him,
since he died her world grew so dark and dim.
The weed that she picked for him he had placed in his pocket,
like a buried treasure or a heartfelt locket.
He like to fix cars and hang at the bar,
away from his family he did not stray far.
He often liked to laugh at his own joke,
to protect his family he could easily prevoke.
He's embedded in her memory as the years pass by,
laying at rest with her mother is where his soul lies.

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Homeless Vet On the Street

I saw a man holding up a sign,
It read, please help me I have'nt got a dime.
I stopped to talk to him as he stood on the street.
he said please help me I have nothing to eat.
My heart felt heavy as I saw him cry,
I had to help him out and not pass him by.
His eyes were sunk in, his skin so pale,
a pathetic image of a body so frail.
His clothes were worn and tattered,
to help this man was all that mattered.
I asked him if he had any family to speak of,
he replied, "no mam" I have knowone left and knowone to love.
Again my heart went out to this man,
when all he needed was a helping hand.
So many people had passed him by,
and I had to ask myself why let him die.
He said please won't you help me I'm at my wits end,
so I told him I'd help him and be his new friend.
He said I'm just a homeless vet another man on the street,
there's more out there like me fellow soilders I meet.
I thanked this man for his bravery so true,
as my admiration for him so fondly grew.
I took him in and gave him a home,
greatful I was for the brave service he'd shone.

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Little Girl's Flight To Heaven

She clutches her tedddy as she started to cry,
as she asks her mommy and daddy why must I die.
They try to stay strong and hold their heads up high,
as they tell her Gods missing an angel who fell from the sky.
She asks them what are these machines I'm hooked up to,
she's still yet just a baby, she has no clue.
She said I don't want to be sick my tummy hurts so bad,
I wish it would stop she says to her dad.
He tells her God has plans for you, you are his special one,
he chose you to live with his only begotten son.
She asks her mommy and daddy will I grow hair,
they reply you will be beautiful all will stop and stare.
She asks will my tummy quit hurting will you be sad,
they tell her we will always have been proud to be your mom and dad.
The nurse came in and gave her another shot,
as her fragile little body grew tired and hot.
Such a tiny body so weak and scared,
when you are the parents of a sick child you never are prepared.
She told them I can see an angels they came to take me home,
as they scooped her up to Heaven with Jesus she will forever roam.
They visit her grave and talk to her each day,
as their little girl whispers it will be okay.
She said I love you mommy and daddy it's pretty over here,
as they close their eyes and shed a sad tear.
Their little girl was precious and will always be dear to their heart,
that not even death could ever break their bond apart.

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Rainment of Heaven

The sun cascaded upon that emrald city,
as I saw a heaven that was so pretty.
I envisioned Jesus sitting on his throne,
the path that led to him was of ruby and stone.
I saw his face for the very first time,
as the angels rang bells with an angelic chime.
His face was everything I'd imagined it to be,
so kind and gentle and full of grace.
I knelt down before him to worship his name,
I felt the power of his glory I so boldly exclaimed.
The skies in the heavens were pastel in color,
like the most dazzeling scene, a scene like no other.
I never before whitnessed a love like this,
the very core of my soul I experienced nothing but bliss.
With angelic music that filled the air,
I stopped in awe and had to stare.
Their wings were pure and white as snow,
as their face aluminated a heavenly glow.
I saw my mother who had passed away,
just as I remembered her when we used to pray.
My tears streamed down like rain on my face,
the bond still between us that time did not erase.
The lord had blessed me as my heart filled with grace,
so thankful to live here in this magnificant place.

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Your Friendship Is a Blessing

Friends like you are but a treasure,
your kindness and caring ways knowone could measure.
Spending time with you we have so much fun,
as we look back and reminice when the day is done.
I wish we could express how much your friendship means,
You are like our family in whom we can lean.
We can confide in you our problems when knowone else cares,
taking in those preciouse moments when we laugh and share.
You make us laugh when we are feeling down,
and pick us back up when we feel the need to frown.
Moments spent with you we cherish in our heart,
even when life takes an unexpected turn and we may part.
People like you are few and far betwen,
you are the kindess people we have ever seen.
We will always be here for you when times get tough,
Even when you feel you can't go on and you think you've had enough.
I belive we will all be friends even when the Lord calls us home,
where we will laugh and pray and never be alone.

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