Bethany Poems - Poems about Bethany

I wish my dear aunt had lived long enough To see the fine lady I have become She took her life; life must have been tough The pain was too great; her feelings were numb I wish my dear aunt had lived long enough To sing me songs and teach me how to pray She took her life; life must have...

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Dedicated to Bethany Philips, my baby niece. Her little laughter warms my heart As woolly mittens warm my hands She’s captured my heart from the start As a big bucket captures sand So sweet is her innocent smile Sweeter than pink cotton candy My trials I forget for a while When her charming, sweet smile I see I thank God for sweet Bethany My darling...

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Bethany swum for Ireland in London’s Paras, Her teacher dad used to be a church minister, She enjoys the Christian Fellowship Church, And raises her hands to praise god after races. She has an intellectual disability, memory loss, And comes from Seaforde in County Down, NI. After London 2012 when she swam for Ireland, She switched...

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I had this best friend you see she was always there for me. She went away, there were sad goodbyes then she came back with a strangers eyes. Time had changed her when she ran away I miss her so, and reminisce of yesterday. When she was always by my side but, all she wants is to go back and hide, with all...

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May a star be-speckled sky be the road that lights your way, as a comet’s tail protects you and surrounds you everyday may the moons of ages past cast a brilliance on your life may motherearth hold the secrets as your footsteps land on strife I watched as you breached the void between the veils I’ve yet to lift, I first held...

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Lost in the divine languor of deaths sleep Somewhere distant he heard the call of his name… Barely sensing the avidity of life’s gift Recalling the auger of the messiahs promise… He rebuked the plea under the swathe of deaths eye, Again the distant voice demanded of him Forcing him to recall all that he had once been… Beheld of the need...

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Butterflies and flowers danced to the happy humming of the breeze; Even the bumblebee, busy as can be, bounced around so beautifully To the merry-making, swaying green grass by the bubbling brook; Here they seemed to savor the sweetness of the serene...

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