I was but three when I took a stand,
just me and my hired hand,
a lonely, used-up kitchen scrubber,
and an intrepid band of rubber.
I blew up a little red balloon,
tied to a basket and left too soon.
My identity is not one thing
I am not one
I find the very notion insulting
I am an amalgamation of every person who loves and hates
I am my parents in ways I treasure and dread
I am the grandma I never got to meet and the grandpa who left too soon
I am the little girl I was and the woman I will become
My identity is not one thing
I will not be one
I am the places I've touched
I am the lilac walls of my childhood
The stage where I bathe in creativity
I am the bench in the Colorado woods where i left my tears fall
I am the home where my most precious memories live
My identity is not one thing
I am greater than one
I am passion
I am grief
I am creativity
I am every emotion I have had and will soon encounter
My identity is not one thing, and to suggest such is to erase all that I am
I am not singular
I refuse to be one
The days keep going by,
and I am still left wondering why
you are no longer on this earth.
I remember the day I gave birth—
a tiny miracle captured my heart;
gazing at you, I never thought we would part.
My greatest joy was to see you grow;
now you are cold and resting below.
What an honour it was to be your mom;
your memory is like a balm,
soothing me during my darkest hours—
so thankful to call you ours.
Why is the pain so deep?
It brings me to my knees as I weep.
I like to believe that you are still nursing in God’s heaven,
bringing comfort I do not doubt for a second,
doing what came so naturally to you—
dressed as a nurse at two is the picture in view.
The calling you had shined brightly in your brown eyes;
I did not know that you would be saying goodbye.
Thank you, dear daughter, for the thirty years;
and now I am marking two years of your heavenly birthday, it appears.
How is it possible to keep on breathing,
or even finding meaning,
when you left too soon?
I should have wrapped you in a cocoon,
as you are wrapped tightly in my heart
since the very start.
Looking back to what has come and passed
taking what was to forge this moment, You Are The Sun Alas
and Blazing Beyond the perils of time
to Rise like the Phoenix from Ashes to Light,
and as the Ticking Talks and the sway drifts like the Wild Pendulum
and the memories shimmer and have come and gone,
and all that remains Whisks with the Winds Of Life
and you count your Blessings and Shine Bright,
and just as the Seasons that Come and Go
and just as every Rose has a Thorn,
we except what is and Bravely walk forth
and in this Instant, Let All Things Go
and as we look ahead, we're reminded of those who have left too soon
and live in such a way, through the Waning Moons
leaving our mark for Eternities Sake
so as the Seasons Pass, Remember to Seize The Day
for nothing is promised besides the Grave
so Live You Must, Before It's Too Late
FAREWELL
To my dear friend Peter
You left too soon, a life cut short,
Leaving me to navigate a new sort,
In my heart, you'll always remain,
A cherished memory that will sustain
You were time capsules of our past,
Inviting forgotten selves to last,
In your company, we found our histories,
Bringing joy, safety, and shared mysteries.
I'll miss our coffee dates, our chats on the phone,
The way you listened when I felt alone,
You saw me in a way no one else did,
Understood my fears, dreams, and wit
Losing you means losing a unique perspective,
On my life, my purpose, and my directive.
It may take time to heal and move on,
But I'll find my place, where I belong
Farewell dear friend, protect me from above,
Wrap me in your wings, with unconditional love,
And though I’ll miss you every passing day,
I know you're with me, in every single way.
As soft moonlight shone upon the maiden,
She pulled her dark hair away from her face.
With fresh flowers, her garden was laden,
And around her a nightingale did trace.
The bird then quickly vanished from her sight—
She regretted it having left too soon.
The strong wind led the bird on its high flight,
Over the water reflecting the moon.
Near the brook, it found some sticks it could use
To build a nest closer to her homestead.
The bird began flying back to its Muse,
Spreading its wings, from the water, it fled.
As the nightingale took time to linger,
The lovely maiden awoke with a yawn.
With the nightingale upon her finger,
Around her garden, she walked in the dawn.
As cathedral bells in the distance rang,
The nightingale on the maiden's hand sang.
I took the off ramp too soon
I should have driven on to the next exit
but I left too soon.
Now in a strange landscape
I slow down looking for road signs
waymarks, names, and places known to me.
Stopped curb-side, fiddled with the GPS;
her voice was cool, distracted:
“Please recalibrate, enter your position,
the place you need to be does not compute.”
Sighing I look about me.
The buildings are deserted, windows boarded up.
streets empty.
I don’t belong to any of this,
I am affluent and live on a tree lined avenue
but that me, that life,
is one exit more beyond on the highway
and this car has no reverse drive. What!
It was nothing but a dream,
just a dream,
or was that other lost life,
that other misplaced place
an exit forever and always
too far for me?
My little fella
I held you softly against me
For only a few minutes
Staring into the horrified eyes of a nurse
Who saw death
Where I saw love in an ocean of bitter sadness
My little fella
I gave birth to you
Alone and terrified
Under the blinding darkness of a silver neon sign
Following a failed anaesthetic
Under the hurried footsteps of a panicked nurse
My little fella
I was able to give you a name
I was able to give you an official place
In this silent, frightened world
Where every time there's a blunder
Preventing a well-deserved place
My little fella
Free yourself from me
Fly away
To other joys
With a light heart
For a beautiful illuminated life
Fly away, my little fella
I'll always be there for you
And for all those who left too soon
Without hope of a happy tomorrow
Leaving waves of unfulfilled love
That return with each generation in the hope of happy days.
Here lay the broken shards
Of a glass called bones,
With it are weeping hearts
As cold as a stone.
You know you left too soon
Pending is our journey,
Awaiting is gloom.
You set fire to our kingdom,
Built a castle with the ashes,
Kept the crown, holding the matches.
The story continues…
How you fought battles,
Ablaze was you heart
Like your burning castles.
Walls are degraded and torn are your portraits
Smirking and ‘O so vain!
There lay your broken bones,
Never-mending for evermore.
Your stone cold heart, beating for nevermore.
What can I give when I am broke
To he whose words inspired?
For the little ember that he stoked
I’d give him all my fire
What can I give when I am poor
To he who set me free?
For each and every open door
I’d give an endless sea
What can I give when I have nil
To he who left too soon?
For knowing that he’s with me still
I’d give the very moon
What can I give of any worth
To he who gave me love?
For all the riches on this earth
Could never be enough.
I know to stay away.
It happens every time.
The hurt, the pain, the memories.
Its like a magnet it draws me closer and closer.
So is it Deja vu or past lives?
Or just ghosts of the past?
They seem to always find me.
My heart breaks.
They left too soon.
The lights flicker.
A penny, a feather or,
The room gets cold showing someone is here.
I hear the computer beeping,
Please don't be broken.
I look and see "Help me"
Just a simple message for her husband,
See the doctor.
Then two days later he had surgery,
To repair the widow maker in his heart.
The Ghost in my Computer
Is an angel in disguise.
I got lost in the sorrows of your time 2x
I've misplaced all your petals , in the garden of our love 2x
When the sun said goodbye and the stars left too soon, 2x
I got lost in your sadness, but it really wasn't mine ... 2x
Yes I tied all my memories then sent them to the moon 2x
when the dusk stole my heart and it lost your perfume; 2x
I got lost in the shadows of your days 2x
It is time to return to the mirror of my youth, 2x
Said goodbye to your soul and to all your bible truths 2x
I remain your faithful past as I loose all my regrets
when the sun says goodbye and the stars leave too soon 2x
it is time to depart and allow, a flower to bloom.
He was such a beautiful soul
That left too soon for me
His laughter always came through
He reminded me of Santa because
He always jiggles when he laughs
And he would give you his last dollar
He was also a wiseman
His advice was spot on
He was in the world at
A very young age so, he
Experienced a lot that's why
He had a cool nature and was a
Vert fine dresser
He loved his family so much
That when God called him home
He stayed six weeks over
father died so young
son and daughter left too soon
loved on fathers day
Written for my dear son and his children 19th June 2022
Contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
The mist rolls in
I want to sin
Oh crescent moon
You left too soon
My heart is sore
Yet yearns for more
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