Best Sadson Poems
A faded leather notebook filled with lines he'd never read
Was never far away from where he slept
The book that she had written since her love was but a seed
A book so full of her he always wept
She never let him read it and he teased her every day
But now he held her poems as he missed her every way
Each page is filled with all her hopes her love and yes her dreams
Each verse is filled with him in every line
His life is now an ancient suit that's split in all the seams
Each day another step on his decline
She was the only reason that he woke up every day
The woman that he loves and now he misses every way
He tried to read the sonnets that his son said were so sweet
But never could he read beyond the first
For all the lines were tortures his endurance could not meet
With every word he thought his heart had burst
She had written in the notebook at the end of every day
And her poems are the loving that he craves in every way
And now the leather notebook lies there clasped in lifeless hands
He'll never read the verses of her heart
But his mourning son beside him has a soul that understands
His father never had the strength to start
He will treasure all the poems that were written every day
They're the story of his parents whom he loved in every way
Although you never knew it,my LOVE was always there;there were many who did tell you,I
was a son who didn't care.But lifes a funny journey,some parts are good and bad;your
passing without warning,has truly left me sad.I'll pray to God to give you,all the LOVE you
hadn't here,lets hope we meet in HEAVEN......so I'll see you MOTHER Dear. ~ Princefreakasso
Your broken hearted son PRINCE!
Mother decided to die without saying goodbye,didn't give me the opportunity;to shed a single
tear or cry.
My mother passed away a short while back and I was too late for her funeral.Just got to put
some flowers and light some candles at her grave.Let's hope the good Lord blesses and
keeps her until we meet again.
Docs words repeated over and over in his head,
“And then I’ll cease to exist, I’ll… be dead.”
He shivered as he lit up a smoke,
The news seemed like an April fool joke.
He looked back through the glass door,
As he watched his son of ten, playing on the floor.
He turned away when he felt the pain under his vest,
From the cancerous wound that protruded from his chest.
It made his world begin to indiscriminately spin,
His legs shook violently as if his spirit tried to break out his skin.
He dropped heavily to his knees
And looked up saying “Not yet, God please”
“Give me a little more time with my little one,”
“To explain it to my son”
A white light for a split second flashed around him
From a flying object up high that shot out this beam
He was stunned for a short while
Then suddenly felt his chest and began to smile
The cancer was removed from his chest
“I’m healthy and strong like the rest”
He turned to tell the happy new to his son
But instead he didn’t see anyone
Opening the door, he called for his son and his wife
Suddenly he was hit by a man carrying a knife
The intruder was a soldier or that’s how he dressed
As they wrestled the knife plunged in his chest
He screamed, “Please don’t hurt my son John,”
The intruder’s eyes showed that something was wrong.
And what he said was stranger still
He called out “Dad is that you?” which gave him an eerie chill.
The intruder said “But how can this be?”
“You went missing 25 years ago you see”
“One minute you were smoking out side the next you were gone,”
He gasped for air as he lay dying on the lawn
The stranger looked up “Please God, I can’t loose my father all over again!!!”
But this time there was not light
as the
life
began
to
drain….
"My Dearest Mom and Dad", his poignant letter began.
"I need to write this letter to you now while I can.
Tonight I'm scheduled to go out on a perilous patrol;
In a few minutes I must report for the calling of the roll."
"Thank you, Mom and Dad, for the sacrifices you have made,
Teaching me the moral principles from which I have not strayed.
Should fate determine that I'm to be called home to God above,
Be consoled with His promise that we'll be reunited in His love."
"I love you, Mom and Dad, more than you'll ever know.
Please tell brother and little sister that I love them so.
Give my old faithful Shep a big hug for me as well,
And tell my friends and neighbors I wish them a fond farewell."
"I'm proud to wear this uniform, I feel it my solemn obligation,
To protect the freedoms we enjoy in this our beloved nation.
Please do not pine nor grieve for me when I am gone,
But know that your son died bravely seeing his duty done."
Alas, the door was answered and there stood men in uniform,
Burdened with the dreaded news for parents they were to inform,
Telling them that their gallant son gave his all on the field of strife,
To be honored by a grateful nation for upholding our way of life!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
"HERE RESTS IN HONORED GLORY AN AMERICAN SOLDIER KNOWN BUT TO GOD"
This plaintive phrase is etched upon the hallowed tomb's facade.
Therein lies a gallant hero, a grieving Mother's son.
Who is this brave young man who rests with laurels won?
Little is known about him, except that he died in strife,
To rid the world of villainy and uphold our way of life.
Who is this valiant warrior whom we honor and respect?
Whose Mother's precious son is this?, we will ever reflect.
Here lies a patriot who placed national destiny above his own.
For the folly of man, he shed his precious blood to atone.
God only knows the anonymous, mournful Mother's name.,
Whose unknown son died to keep alive our freedom's flame!
He awaits that glorious day when he will shed his funereal pall,
To answer the call of the roll at Gabriel's triumphant call!
God will recognize the lad and place upon his brow a crown,
Saying, "Welcome home son, you served your nation with renown!"
At day's end when "Taps" echoes beyond Arlington's rolling plain,
May we remember that he and his comrades did not die in vain.
Who is this valiant warrior whom we honor and respect?
Whose Mother's precious son is this?, we will ever reflect.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
I can only remember way back when I was married to the most beautiful man
in the world. He was very precious to me.
He would hand the world to me on a silver platter is what he told me.
Then it started to deminish, when we found out he had cancer.
We had a little boy together.
My husband passed away three years ago.
The song "And Still" by Reba McEntire gets to me
instead of him being with a woman I blame
God taking him, but I understand Why.
God has blessed me to have him while I did
and God has blessed me to raise our son alone
and yet I sleep alone at night wondering Why?
When my son does something funny, or bad,
or whatever could be I wish his father could be
here to help me.
Instead I do it all alone. Asking God to give me the
strength and wisdom to go through life of trifles and
tribulations that torment me.
Form:
The Father:
My Son what ails you so?
For you to weep a mother’s tear.
My son I am here so,
Tell me of this pain that burrows in your heat.
So I might set it free of its misery.
The Son:
I weep a mother’s tear,
For you are no longer here.
A pain burrows in my heart,
For my son will never know his grandfather,
and the words of wisdom he has to offer.
The Father:
Worry not my son,
For I am here and I watch over you.
Like a lion watches over his cubs.
For I am the angel that protects you.
Form:
Back during the civil war
A woman's son was forced to serve
But he was nothing more than a coward
For he just didn't have the nerve
He ran away from his regiment
And made his way back home
But he would pay for his cowardly sin
For one day he must atone
Underneath the woman's house
Were three very small doors
She would always hide her son down there
Under her livingroom floor
The doors were always locked
And only the woman had the key
She would always wait til nightfall
To open them, and set him free
They came searching once or twice
But nothing, was ever found
For when they came, the woman would stomp
So he'd know not to make a sound
Now the woman was getting older
And no matter how hard she tried
She just couldn't keep on going
Til she had a stroke and died
Three weeks had come and gone
Before anyone knew she was dead
They said the smell was horrible
When they found her in her bed
Remember I told you that soon her son
Would pay for his cowardly sin?
He starved to death, under her house
In the place, he's always been