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Michael P Walsh Poem
My fingers brush aside the Sandman’s sleep as I awaken on this April dewy-morn, to find
myself engulfed in an awe-inspiring ray-of-light…a comforting light, that appears to radiate
not from the rising sun, but from within thee my love; it truly is a most spectacular vision to
behold. In my grieving mind and cobwebbed delusional being, I see you laying here beside
me. My eyes interrogate your spectral beauty, as I gaze into your delicately mastered,
smiling face. I am tempted to murmur my feelings, but meager words seem so imprecise
and escape in a blank-ness that darkens the path as to what such words I can say. In all of
those other mournful moments of time, that I wanted to say
what you were to me, and what you meant to me, became just jumbled words that stumbled
off my tongue. I don’t know how much time we really have together in this, now, our own
sanctum-of-closeness.
I only know that for the present, we…us, shall prevail as one on this earthly sphere of
illusional dreams, and I can only hope and pray that in a future moment, we will find
ourselves together once again, in a more beautiful and wondrously serene place of peace.
Therefore, I shall try, as try I might, to speak my tranquil thoughts that I have of you,
perhaps in quiet church whispers…perhaps. So on this twenty-eighth day of a year past by,
and with my tenacious cowardly-lions’ courage mustered with memories of you provoked in
my thought, I now profess to you my undying sentiment. I say this quite easily now, with
just this simple phrase that flows from my hallowed mind, as smoothly as a spring-thawed
brook that ripples from the deepest reaches of my heart:
“My Darling Judith, I Love you…I truly Love you!”
Copyright © Michael P Walsh | Year Posted 2010
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Michael P Walsh Poem
January eighth came round and Tabitha was born,
Another January, just one year more, and Mandi came along.
Just one year nineteen days was all, there was between these girls,
But that seemed oh so long ago, and past’ like melting snow.
Their lives were soon to be askew; their Mom was much too young,
They came to live with Grandma, where she made a home for them.
She asked for help, to nurture them, when she went off to work,
So Judith said, “Just bring them here, we’re happy just to help.”
“We loved them,” Mike and Judith said, “they just lit up our house.”
We had some fun on every day they spent their time with us.
We picnicked in the big back yard, and went for walks each day,
But if the weather turned out bad, we’d just stay home and play.
They got much older, much too fast, and off to school they’d go,
Our home became a quiet place because we missed them so.
But that was very long ago and time has slipped away,
Just as that darling wife of mine, who passed that April day.
Now Judith’s’ in a better place, as are, our two girls too,
For Tabitha and Mandi, have found a life of good.
They found that love and caring, is a gift that can be owned,
When Providence stepped in and said, “The Neumires are your home.”
The two girls, Tab and Mandi, who were cast aside one day,
By a mother that was much too young...a child herself, in many ways.
Now on this day, of nine July, the lights of Heaven shine,
All they needed was a little love, not empty hearts to pine.
But the great reward that they have now, is a family life of bliss,
‘Cause in their new home they have reaped, another lonely miss.
An only child, Rebekah May, who missed a sisters’ guide,
Can thank her Lord for giving her, one sister, for each side.
It’s funny how the world revolves and picks out spots to peer,
To wander into spaces, that we never knew were there.
To listen to our children’s thoughts, their hopes, desires and dreams,
And bring those thoughts in symphony, to these young girls, these three.
Now these three will be sisters, and their wish’s all come true.
Tabitha and Mandi, and big sister Rebekah too.
This story does not end today with three girls filled with glee,
It’s the “Never-ending” tale you read, that comes to life…and stays.
Copyright © Michael P Walsh | Year Posted 2010
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It wasn’t even twenty years before our dream-world died,
But life ain’t easy in this World, it’s full of grief and sighs.
The moment that we said: “I do”, our lives entwined as one,
We kissed away our past life’s loss to celebrate this one.
We both were married once before, we knew the rules of love.
We promised each, that we would last, ‘til death would cause the part.
We wed in California, on a bright and sunny day,
We traveled East to Cape Cod Mass., and settled there to stay,
‘Twas there we made our brand new life, a life of great rewards,
Rewards for each, my Judith and I, times every day by nine.
I’ll not forget her gracious smile, her funny-devilish eyes;
And how she put up with my deeds, my antics and my guile.
We laughed a lot and had more fun than what the law allowed,
We danced and played and even made a snowman in the drive.
But love has dips and curves and stuff, that sometimes makes a mess,
But if we started arguing, we both would get undressed!
And just to make it binding, we both promised this one thing,
To look back on our memories, say “I do” and try again.
And in the spring we set the flowers to grow as we would grow,
The Apple tree, the Lilacs and I can’t forget the Rose.
The rains and sunshine did their best, to nurture them to thrive,
But Nature has her way with us, to say what lives or dies.
The years passed slowly by at first, but then they seemed to speed,
At first we were an age of youth, the youth then turned to gray.
Throughout those years we found a lot of comfort, peace and soul,
“Til one sad day in April, when my loved one passed away.
I placed her in the Vineyard Sound, so I could watch each day,
To see her bridge a swollen tide, or tread the mourning waves.
In retrospect, it was our fate, that we would leave this world,
But why on Earth was it not me instead of lovely her.
Copyright © Michael P Walsh | Year Posted 2010
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