Best Lifedad Poems
The last great snowflake standing
Little snowflakes fell swiftly
All around the house they fell
Eight male flakes_three little girls
House was lively in winter
As they all warmed by the fire
Boys' boistour tales, girls brush long hair
Then silence all rested heads
At four A.M. each morn_chores
Breakfast, lunch packed off to school
Walking that long mile was rule
School was important dad said
Soon the oldest snowflake wed
As life goes all followed him
Leaving the warm hearth behind
Some of them to produce twins
As life goes_death visited
All their humble doors sadness
Some had children die at birth
And some at very young age
What they saw in their lifetime
Changes that took place_cars_planes
Atom bomb that ended war
None their warm family disgraced
Death started visiting doors
One above middle went home first
Then slowly they all went home
But dad was the last snowflake
Mom and dad tried to raise us kids right,
tucked us into bed early each night,
taught us we should always say a prayer,
because the devil lurked everywhere...
That the Good Lord would keep us safe,
no matter what problems we faced,
that He'd watch over us from above,
that a forgiving heart, He'd always love,
But I didn't care, try or see why,
I'd been told the right ways to live by,
and the devil kept on closing in,
that's when all my problems begin,
I ran the streets real late at night,
learned real quick how to fight,
Mom and dad got so uptight,
me coming home at morning light,
I really started messing up at school,
thought that I was just too cool,
and didn't need to live by any Golden Rule,
My oh my, was I a fool,
And that's when more problems begin,
as the devil lurked around every bend,
but I didn't care or reason why...
as I stared the devil in his eye,
I started smoking pot and cigarettes,
through all the coughing, choking regrets,
shooting dice and making bets,
stealing things to pay my debts,
Then I started drinking whiskey and beer,
skipping school, I had no fear,
the devil had me in high gear,
but then I recalled, God was always near,
Yes, the Good Lord opened both of my eyes,
and rescued me from a certain demise,
through all of my past sin and pain,
He's with me watching over me again,
Mom and dad tried to raise us kids right,
tucked us into bed early each night,
as I keep their reminders safe in prayer,
I also pray for everyone, everywhere.
When I was just a young lad.
I recall going with my Dad,
To visit older folks in town;
Those who had no family around.
Adin was one we would stop in and see,
A lonely man, much older than either Dad or me.
His "house" was but a one room shack;
Indoor plumbing was one thing it did lack.
A bed, two chairs, and one small table;
As for cooking meals I don't recall if he was able.
He was tall, and gaunt, and very slim,
Yet somehow, I was never afraid of him.
How Dad first met him I do not know.
Had he been a relative, Dad would have told me so.
Don't know what Adin did when he was younger.
Probably some farming to avert hunger.
I don't think he had kids, or a wife,
But he had endured quite a life!
He died shortly after I left home,
To commence my life out on my own.
I came across his gravestone today,
And it gave me cause to stop and pray.
Was he a Christian? I haven't a clue!
I'm thankful we did what God enabled us to do.
When a man lives his life, and is nearing the end,
I think, at the least, he deserves a couple of friends!
Do you know someone who is alone?
Take time to visit, and let Christ's Love be shown.
I'm glad for the privilege of knowing this man,
And that,--even then-- I was useable in God's great plan!
Charlie Pelota HSLP September 12.2009
I didn’t sleep last night; Ma’am was in a very nice mood Yesterday
That scares me : would punishment be twice as bad today
Millie was the only one all she got was a “unheard” verbal warning
I’ve lived here 10 months next week, I’ve never seen such a Monday
I awoke very early yesterday ,I wanted to talk to “DAD” before work
As Dad and I were talking : Ma’am in sheer silk pajama’s , my eyes decline
Good Morning “Mom” (we could say “ Mom” when DAD was there)
I’ll be going upstairs Ma’om I hope that sounded like MOM : “Please”
Oh, Harry ; you don’t have to go upstairs : Talk with your Father “Eggs Anyone”??
My Heart is beating quickly , Something is wrong, Ma’am being nice????
In front of a child, in front of his “DAD” six Years old and I could feel Death
As The Station Wagon backed to the end of the driveway “ See you on the weekend”
"GOODBYE DAD" as I turned the sunlight shinning On Ma’am's transparent form
Harry go upstairs and wake everyone up It’s family Breakfast day ( NEVER BEFORE)
If only We could have seen the future Would any of us got out of bed “TUESDAY “??
TODAY life starts again
Evil was thwarted
What will Tomorrow BRING?
Maybe the family from the dreams of my YOUTH
That FAMILY is YOU : “POETRYSOUP”
I close my eyes, take a breath,
feel my heart, in my chest.
Now exhale, look once again,
As my face, lights with a grin.
My newborn babe, a face so sweet.
Ten little toes on such tiny feet.
Little hands clenched, into fists.
Sleeping deep, in peaceful bliss.
Bow of a mouth, with lips pursed,
working as, if to nurse.
I give a wave, blow a kiss.
Wipe a tear, as my eyes mist.
I turn to leave, the room once more.
Keep both eyes, on the two doors.
The nurse says, "Bye, we'll see you soon."
I say "Yes, we'll be back at noon."
Just to hold, my little boy,
to share my love, feel the joy.
His Dad holds me close and tight.
Saying "Hon, He will be all right."
But, from empty arms, his eyes tear,
But, at least now, we have no more fear.
Just a few more days, a few more ounces,
until the day, the Doctor announces.
That all is well, the crisis is passed,
so you can come home, with us at last.
A Premmie babe, that came to soon.
Not long enough, in the womb.
I close my eyes, take a breath.
Feel my heart, in my chest........
For Michael Swanson.
Born Oct. 1980
3 months premature.
But, he's an amazing Dad of his own now.
Love ya son,
Mom