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Charles Wallace Poem
Each day I wonder why you never had a chance to be
I know you're in a better place but wish you were with me
And how I wanted so much for you to just be born
Your brother and sisters hug me tight, but for you I still must mourn
Would you have been my little girl or my baby boy
Either one, I did not care, you would have been my joy
Never heard your laugh or your little cry
Did you look like me or have your Mommy's eyes
I even still reach out and let you take my hand
Then we walk along the beach, but only my footprints in the sand
First day of school arrives and the bell will ring
Here I stand alone because you I couldn't bring
Then the night arrives for your big first date
If you were my daughter, this boy I'd probably hate
Now you want the keys and ask me how to drive
I sit down in the car but you do not arrive
We'll never have the chance to watch your high school play
There will be no cap and gown or graduation day
There will not be a wedding, you'll never say "I do"
Or have a chance to move away, so that I can miss you
I won't be able to admire the way that you have grown
Wish that I could witness how you raise those children of your own
Though you're in my heart and mind, there will always be some pain
And all those thoughts of you bring these tears, my rain
I can not wait to meet you, so I'll no longer weep
Until that day arrives, I pray the Lord your soul to keep
Copyright © Charles Wallace | Year Posted 2014
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Charles Wallace Poem
Ideas are the vision that guide me, as I walk down these roads that define me
Emotions exist as a conflict within me, a struggle each day to see which will win me
Doubt is forged into chains that may bind me; my faith is the key to unlock and release me
Fear then arrives and attempts to besiege me, as I stand behind courage that shields and protects me
Hate is a fire that may rage deep inside me, but love it burns deeper, the hate can't consume me
Despair is a force with the power to break me; hope that's to strong it will always remake me
These words are spoken in order to teach me, but transformed into knowledge they forever stay with me
Copyright © Charles Wallace | Year Posted 2014
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Charles Wallace Poem
I look into the mirror and my reflection starts to speak
"You are who you've become and need to strive for more"
I am proud of who I am, your advice I do not seek
"You know within your heart, these words you can't ignore"
I am not really sure what you expect from me
"You look into this mirror and know I'll criticize"
I look everyday and wonder, what am I to be
"Be the man that you must be, not yourself in some disguise!!"
Copyright © Charles Wallace | Year Posted 2014
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Charles Wallace Poem
The brain an empty canvas, where the paintings start
Thoughts provide the color, for all these works of art
Sound adds gentle brush strokes along with detailed lines
Sight allows more visions, your eyes will then define
Your mind is a museum, expanding everyday
Memories are the pictures an exhibit on display
Some may have their critics some may be acclaimed
Still others won't be seen, locked deeper in your brain
No matter how they're judged, this art must never cease
These paintings on your mind must become your masterpiece
Copyright © Charles Wallace | Year Posted 2014
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Charles Wallace Poem
My hand is held and voices heard
State of being is now blurred
Hugs are given their touch I feel
One more kiss they try to steal
I feel so cold and start to fear
Their love my courage, my blanket their tears
Time is short as minutes speed by
Soon I’ll have my answers to WHY?
A final glimpse at their face
My heartbeat now a turtle’s pace
Breath is labored, they all weep
As it approaches, eternal sleep
As the light begins to fade
My life goes by, a slow parade
Now my eyes so slowly close
I see a light, it starts to glow
“Release my hand, please take my ring”
“I must now leave on angel’s wings”
With one last breath, my soul released
Now this body is at peace
A new hand reaches out to me
As people from my past I see
This light now glows extremely bright
All colors now are shades of white
I now arrive at Heaven’s gate
There is no time, but still I wait
Voices now call out to me
Looking down, how can this be?
Above me stand my children and wife
As I lay there no signs of life
I watch them tremble, they’re so unsteady
“You must go back they aren’t ready”
“With more time you will be blessed”
As a stranger bangs my chest
“Go back to them they need you more”
I watch as they close Heaven’s door
Same angel’s wings take me away
I watch my family as they pray
The bright light now is at my back
The shades of white now turn to black
“Clear!” they yell, my body shakes
My eyes still closed I do not wake
Then I hear a steady beep
The breath I take it is so deep
I hear their voices and feel their touch
As she takes my hand in her clutch
I feel so blessed to see each face
Can’t let go, this warm embrace
I spoke of how I heard angels sing
She took my finger and replaced my ring
“I stood at Heaven, they let me leave”
"They could not stand to watch you grieve"
Many relatives that have long gone
Their faces I did look upon
They seemed so happy, no more pain
With good deeds, Heaven I’ll gain
A second chance is rarely given
So many sins I need forgiven
Use this time wisely, I have been warned
For this day you’ve been reborn
Copyright © Charles Wallace | Year Posted 2014
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