Just remember in the good times
All the joy and love we shared
But in the bad we prayed for hope
But saw despair
Oh the Lord did care for us so very much
He gave us many chances to repent
God followed all His children very close
In time His children did come to repent
Once I cared for people who were old
Who wet themselves and felt the winter cold
I gave them baths and washed their backs and fronts
Helped them to get dressed and zip their pants
I made them pots of tea and gave them cake
I gave them dinner on a china plate
I listened to their stories of the past
An unknown world of war and terrors vast
And if they cried I’d wipe away their tears
Talk to them till sorrow disappeared
I’d do the washing up and clean the knives
The women missed their being someone’s wife
Now I am old and I have realised
I really had no feel for what it’s like.
spring
rose buds
robins nest
with spotted eggs
gingerly cared for
sun’s sweet smile
warming us
lovely
spring
To be strong for so long
To camouflage your true feelings
To wipe the tears away
To force the pain to fade away
To lose your best friend
To be nursed by experiences
To lose trust for those around you
To be suspicious of love
To live in terror
To be homeless
To flee from violence
To be abused
To be mistreated
To be scarred by the one you love
To hide from the beatings
To be rescued from the drama
To be misunderstood
And guarded by uncertainty
To find comfort once more
To know what it feels like to be safe again
To be loved and cared for
To eat and be satisfied
To look back at your past and be grateful
To be thankful for all you have
To know plenty
To give plenty
To be loved and cared for
By Sylvia Chika
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© 2015 Sylvia Chika
You've fallen in love with the medium state,
im calling above for premieum fate.
i watch you fall further as did the best angel,
i point my sword knowing not the best angle.
Most to weild before me let fear consume,
you know its not present but one might presume,
that the quality is a curse. For fear is a power but it wont be the worst,
its applying truth to situation, for my eyes are ALL thats needed for communication.
One day you'll stop the falling and stand, and since you declined my aid, you are now in gods hands. ~
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