In Germany beneath a foreign sky
I took sweet Sherri’s hand as mine
We built our days upon young hopes
And we consumed love like sacred wine
Then one day the world stood still
A voice like thunder split the air
I ran by will through dread and fear
To find death waiting there
They said my sweet Sherri had gone away
And with her passed a child (inside)
“What, a daughter I’ll never see?!”
Then felt my own heart landslide
Once we talked that if it should ever be
That God would bless our love the same
A little girl with Sherri’s eyes
We both would give her Emma’s name
Then dawn broke cold upon my face
No blood, no ward, no final scream
Yet grief still echoed through my mind
For all of it had been a dream
Today would have been the day
Singing here comes the sun
Your Charis bursting onto the scene
Like a flame doused in gasoline
Burning away all our longing
Today would have been the day
Your head emerging from wonder
A place only glorious He & you know of
Like the first glimpses of a rainbow
Quenching away all our anticipation
Today would have been the day
Your soft cries filled the room
Grace abounding in beautiful flesh
Like a chaste kiss from lips of a lover
Drowning away hearts with your love
Today would have been the day
Embraced perfect little hands and feet
Singing praise to our mighty Yahweh
Though we meet not face to face
Your soul & ours are one infinitely
NB: Dedicated to my precious angel baby in heaven
“Death makes gone a good Daddy’s body but not their light strong enough to spend endless time shining for their child." .... poet
Not one time
had weighty concerns
claimed his face.
No doc words
seized confident displays from
his eyes or gestures.
Hurt hit her
hard while her dad lay
pondering
it seemed each
health test result returned but
not with fear or scorn.
Eyes on hers,
He last sighed, ‘daughter,
when I go
I shall stay
close and above as star glow,
sparkling joy for you.’
How irresistible, this sweet treat.
Complemented by a silver platter of stainless steel.
Oh, right.
It’s littered with red.
My desires, trapped in thin layers of crimson.
The taste, texture, crumbs—
Unforgettable.
Quietly setting aside utensils,
The knife feels heavier than normal.
An iron grasp on this needle of fate.
I could never replace what you took from me.
Sugar and vinegar, necessary ingredients.
Unforgivable.
Do you feel that?
The electricity in the air, aching to strike.
I haven’t felt that in such a long time.
Now it’s just you, me, and lil’ velvet here.
But before I savor this taste—
I’m going to avenge my daughter.
An 11 year old girl killed herself over trepidation towards ICE
That is a literal child's life
But she didn't give them money so they didn't really mind
If we are all so woke, why is the whole world blind?
And yes I say “We” because what monster could hear that and not want to fight?
Jocelynn Rojo Carranza would rather die than deal with ICE
But that doesn't matter because she wasn't the same shade as a grain of rice
Politicians seriously have the same brain as a single lice
“Im one person, my opinion won't change anything” we still have our voice
For once in our life we have a choice
A chance
An opportunity
Show Him and his goons that they don't have immunity
He sends “home-Growns” out, does that sound like unity?
We shouldn't be happy.
Feel anger, sadness, fear, depression, pain, anxiety, and feel one thing above all; Determination
They treat american citizens like we are part of an invasion
We should never choose destruction over creation
We are the last hope for this faulty nation
And for now, we still have rights
So when we say this, we don't say it light
We need to unite, and we need to fight
In heaven's realm, where stars do gleam,
A message I send, a tender dream,
To my dear child, taken too soon,
A daughter beloved, bathed in moon.
Thirteen years have passed, yet it feels like yesterday,
When I held you, just ten hours, in my arms, in dismay.
The pain of losing you, a fresh wound,
A mother's love, forever bloomed.
I imagine you, in heaven's embrace,
Free from pain, free from any trace,
Of the suffering that took you away,
Leaving me here, in sorrow to stay.
But I know, my dear, you're in a better place,
Surrounded by love, in a boundless space,
Where angels sing and flowers bloom,
And you're safe from all harm and doom.
So, happy birthday, my sweet baby girl,
In heaven's arms, you're a precious pearl.
I'll cherish the memories, of our time so brief,
And hold you, always, in my heart, with belief.
Though the pain never truly fades,
I find solace in the love I've made,
With your memory, forever intertwined,
In my heart, you'll forever shine.
So, happy birthday, my dear,
In heaven, your spirit is clear.
I'll see you again, in God's embrace,
And hold you, forever, in this sacred space.
Written on the 14/04/2025
The arrival of his departure
(A numb and cruel upheaval starter)
was an emotional core rupture;
a visual goodbye to my father.
I saw his final, last inhale
that would never flow to release.
I saw his life light fade to pale
before leaving to forever peace.
In time, I joyously came to know
his essence was such a strong force,
he could bend love air to a flowing echo
and sound it when I needed him most.
I feel sure my father's echo has limits.
Souls exist in spirit realms, so echo assists
must be supremely granted gifts.
At times I feel soak in the depths his visit.
I wake up in a room full of mirrors,
a funhouse of distortion
where reality is blurred.
I gasp, for in one of the mirrors,
I see a young version of me—
rocking and singing a lullaby
to my newborn baby girl,
with a full head of dark hair.
By my side, a little boy with blue eyes and blond hair—
a million-dollar family.
Sighing contently, I hold them close to me.
A muffled sound—sobbing—is heard in the distance,
the sound alarmingly familiar.
The mother sobs uncontrollably,
her graying hair and lines on her face
reveal a much older version of myself,
clutching to her heart
a picture of a beautiful, brown-eyed girl with dimples.
In the mirror, she reads: RIP.
The mirror doesn’t lie.
Darkened my world,
Turned it upside down.
A cloud of grief follows me around.
The sun shines, but my eyes see darkness.
A mother’s worst nightmare
Became my reality.
Torn from this earthly world—
My brown-eyed baby girl.
Grown up, but always my baby,
Leaving me in a whirlwind of misery.
Always trying to honour her,
Keep speaking her name.
Cling to her memory like a lifeline,
Whispering, Please come back to me.
The wind echoing, I’m still here beside you, my Mommy.
Feeling a gentle touch on my cheek
Where my tears are falling silently.
The pain so immense,
The grieving so quiet.
The passage of time has not lessened the pain—
I’ve just learned to carry it differently.
I understand:
We breathe, not forever.
We walk in body, not forever.
We live, and we die.
But one thing that does not change
Is the love I have for you—
In life, in death, and evermore.
“An Old PhotoOf You“.
I just found…. A photo of you,
The photo is old,
but my memories of you… are new.
These are the days.. that just fade away,
Never know what to say, or do.
I stay in bed all night and day,
Shots of whisky to make me…
but I’m just counting sheep
And lying here wide awake, … just.
Staring at that photo of you.
And.. the emptiness of life.
Haunted by an old photo of you.
And the sheep painted on your cute little red shoes.
Before that drunk driver……. killed you.
And.. the emptiness of life.
With just An old photo of you,
And the white sheep painted on your cute little red shoes.
© London F. BuSS
We lose our loved ones since life is wayward.
For everyone, the breath of death, it stinks.
Its kiss, calamitous shame. E'en flowers
turn martyrs, beauty burns, and despair sinks.
A proud mother barred from her cherished calf.
She hates the dark hole, black toll, worthless tomb
which stakes a Cross, and none will wish to laugh
when elephant sorrows sit in their room.
Delivering the soul that once possessed
this womb, love's fired quiver, miracle born
to seed fresh wonders ~ we had been blessed
to follow your springtime steps too-soon shorn.
Now, standing as rainbows still scroll skies wide,
our hopes on Calv'ry stayed, whate'er the tide.
My heart aches my mind is blown
The Voice I have is still unknown
Thoughts from years ago I used to have
We're nightmares that are all just stabs.
My Mind tricks me into thinking of things
That were probably never coming true
My soul is exhausted from the life I know
Which is why I'd rather be cold and blue!
I’m sitting here wondering
how I made it through the day.
My heart aches, my eyes are swollen.
My wish to have you back is not a reality.
The stark truth is
you are never coming back.
Last Christmas, we celebrated
the whole day with you—
knocking on your door at dawn,
sharing a breakfast feast
around your table.
So much happiness and love
surrounded us
on that fateful day of 2023.
So much hope for the new year,
ending the year skating with the family.
I would have held you longer.
I would have told you I love you every second.
I would have stared into your eyes
and breathed in your aura.
I would.
I would.
I would.
But I no longer can.
Now, the world is not as bright.
A big piece of the puzzle is missing.
Your energy, your smile, your kindness—
taken for granted when you had breath.
No one can hold a candle to you.
You are a shining star,
beaming so brightly down on us.
A somber Christmas
Remembering,
and missing
YOU.
Mother,
You are not here to soothe my restless night,
To kiss my dawn and make mornings bright.
No gentle hands to brush the dust away,
Or calm the storms my weary heart conveys.
It was the beautiful Anne
who bore the secret to his smile,
Maybe the wrinkle of her eye when she smiled,
The beautiful Anne was a blessing in disguise,
She was the heartbeat of his life,
To him she was the painter of life in disguise,
The floor she walked was kissed by him,
He was the happiest man when Anne touched his skin,
Anne was as pretty as thousand roses,
To him Anne was the answer to what future poses ,
The day he married Anne
was the amalgamation of all the wishes and good deeds made by him ,
Just when he thought he coudnt be happier
Annie proved otherwise
She gave him the most beautiful surprise
as she whispered she bore their child
He picked her up and carried her never wanting her to leave his sight ,
Annes beauty was never unknown
In the deaths ear echoed her name,
It was the excruciating birth the amazing Anne coudnt sustain,
Leaving him with a daughter he didn't even want to name
The daughter who was her mothers reflection
Never got the love
her father possessed for the same eyes
No matter how much the daughter ever try
she coudnt make him love Annes face ever again
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