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M emories of you last forever
Y ou were very close to me
G ran you have journeyed with me through life
R obins come sing in my garden, like your still singing to me
A nd how I still smell the aroma of your coffee buns cooking
N ever a cross word we ever had
D evoted to one another through the journey of life
M y strong tower you always were
O h yes, I came threw so many hurts, your love soothed my soul
T he love you showered on me lasts a lifetime
H eavenly shores I'll meet you there one day
E very memory of you I could write a volume of books
R emembering your godly example you left for me
Written by Scottydotti 25/ 4/2026
In loving memory
I still care a lot about you,
Even though I have found someone new.
Sorry, I've been gone a while
Perhaps today, I can make you smile
Thought I'd just pop up to say
I've hoped good things...had come your way
I've hidden my face for weeks gone by
I don't know, don't ask me why
All I know, is now I'm here
Just to let you all know...that I still care
It's only October but I'm in despair
So I'm writing to old St Nick
My feet are up no care for my hair
In bedroom feeling quite sea sick
I know I'm very blessed today
Even if it's normal pink pain
Years roll on like a test of faith
I STILL bleed like I'm cutting vein.
I have to ask dear Santa Clause
To deliver me one thing early
Take me into menopause
I will showcase a smile so pearly.
No more super bad headaches
No more needs for tampon, pad
No more favorite things ruined, great
No more making him a dad.
My father left for the war when I was only ten.
Before he left, he said, “Take care of your mother.”
I didn’t know if I’d ever see him again,
So, I wanted to make him proud of me, like no other.
For several years, we wrote each other lots of letters.
It was sad to read about the horrible things he saw.
He always wrote, “I love you,” and I would feel better,
But I still felt bad that he dealt with war in the raw.
He knew that I had been lonely, since Mother had passed
And that it was rough on me to raise my brother.
But when he returned home, his love for me didn’t last.
He found out that I really HAD taken care of my mother.
Begging for truce in just one form
As I watched my Mom die
Praying for the end of her storm
Her falling tears tore me apart
Advance stage four Cancer
Pain, suffering and broken hearts
A heart of Gold waiting for death
An image that won’t dim
I still remember her last breath
Proud and thankful that I was there
Holding her hand, I stayed
Providing her end of life care
October 13, 2020
Writing Challenge – Tercets – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
For this is it, it’s all I am.
I can’t foresee the future - there’s no master plan.
Days go by unnoticed to the world.
Thoughts stay silent and secret in the little worlds.
How many dreams we have that can’t come true.
How many pride mistakes prove us as fools.
Remembering times we’ve had so long since gone.
Remembering our story each night - a silent sleeping song.
The years take hold and form us down.
Life battles on wearing our flesh and minds into the ground.
But eyes don’t age - I still see you there.
The woman I loved back then, throughout and will do forevermore, I swear.
Round fire rises
it tends to my precious
healthy you must become
for on these trees you hang with your brothers
and you have all strengthened me for years
I thank you forever
and I still ask of you
to give me more power
let me consume your strength
so we're one with our hearts
when I'm not around
mother sun with take care of you
you have been around on my days in the rain
as you were too
you have also stood by my side on the sunniest days
when the sun goes down
I see your fruit
smiling with light
from the bottom of their hearts
I called to a Dove from above,
Asking God to send down his love.
I know not how to express what I feel,
I just want my baby to heal.
When you were born I took your hand,
It grasped mine and I became your fan.
You sat in my lap and we watch Punky Brewster
And even a dumb dog getting beat up by a Rooster.
There was fun and laughter through the years,
And sometimes there were tears.
I remember the story about the three fishes,
I still hurt because you did not get your wishes.
If I could take your troubles away,
I would do it this very day.
Just remember when you are blue,
I am your Dad and I love you.
Edward J Ebbs - Fall 2008