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Carla Cox Poem
The hands of time,
stand still,
for no one.
Every minute,
that goes,
tick-tock,
is a life
written page.
As we idle,
throughout
the days,
there's no rewind,
nor pause,
For the clock
of life,
must go forth,
on it's path,
as time,
plays on.
Copyright © Carla Cox | Year Posted 2005
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Like two strangers
in the night.
Lying awake,
with sleep being
elusive.
Her tears,
slide silently down
her face,
upon her pillow.
Her heart, breaking,
as if, he ripped it into.
Like two strangers,
going separate ways,
with no time,
spent together.
He must think, she’s blind,
to his deception,
and sneaking around.
To her, it’s quite clear,
as her tears, again
slide down.
Copyright © Carla Cox | Year Posted 2007
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Being a father wasn't easy,
when he tried to understand.
He forgave what most could not.
Being a father, wasn't easy, he had to worry a lot,
not to show partiality, in love, and kindness.
Being a father, wasn't easy,
when he was needed, and knew not,
what to say or do.
Being a father, wasn't easy,
when he awoke at dawn with the rising sun,
to find that time was, running out on him.
Yet, being a father was easy,
when he got the needed love, and support,
as he tried, to fill the footsteps,
of the one, we all loved so much.
Copyright ©2005 Carla F Cox
Copyright © Carla Cox | Year Posted 2009
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Sometimes,
it takes a storm,
and the pouring rain,
before,
you can see blue sky.
Sometimes,
it takes heartache,
and the pain,
of a broken heart,
before you're able,
to find love.
Sometimes,
you'll cry,
a river of tears,
but it will cleanse
your soul,
and sometimes,
you'll stumble, and fall,
before you realize,
there is light,
in the end.
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Carla Cox Poem
When you feel the suns warmth,
upon your face,
or the wind blowing, thru your hair,
Think of me.
When you hear, a child’s laughter,
and see the twinkle in their eyes,
Think of me.
When you look to the sky,
and see the puffy white clouds,
Think of me,
sitting there watching over you,
from up above.
Think of me,
for in your heart is where, I’ll always be.
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As I sit here,
on this cold night.
Once again, I find myself
missing you,
and holding you close
in my heart, Daddy dear.
As I look upon this picture,
I search your tired,
and weathered face.
Counting each line and knowing,
memories of love are stored there.
Each one is like a written page,
that tells the story
of your life.
Copyright©2007 Carla Faye Cox
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Where I'm going,
don't really know
as the miles roll on by.
I'll throw caution to the wind,
while following my heart,
down this wide open,
and winding road.
As the miles roll on by,
I search for a sign,
even a small clue.
As I'm hoping and praying,
this lonely road,
will lead me,
straight back to you.
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To a soldier here in Iraq,
it's not the war, I dread or fear,
nor how soon, I may face the enemy.
It's the waiting, and the silence,
for the mail I don't recieve,
from my loved ones,
that help keep my mind at ease.
I think of home, and family there,
and wonder, what they'd do,
if someone bombed the country,
that we all love, dear and true.
I don't like the job I have,
but I give thanks,
to God in heaven,
that I'm not fighting,
on American soil.
I wonder, if they have forgotten me,
now that I am gone, and wonder,
when I'll next receive,
a letter sent from home.
You wonder, how I know so much,
of what they think, and do,
well I'm still sitting here,
in Iraq,
and I am that soldier to.
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Little boy three,
fell, and scraped
his knee.
Mama brushed it off,
and carried me.
Young man cries,
from a broken heart.
Mama found the time,
to comfort me.
Things I’ve done
within my life.
Whether they were,
right or wrong.
Mama had faith,
and believed in me.
One thing I know
beyond a shadow,
of doubt,
Mama, loves me.
Copyright © Carla Cox | Year Posted 2007
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I ask you many questions,
when I pray,
throughout the day.
For my heart, and mind,
weigh most heavily.
This was the answer,
he gave to me.
My child,
Why, ask Why?
Why do people,
do such things?
Why do you allow,
sickness, and disease?
Why do you let
these wars begin?
This was the answer,
he gave to me.
My child,
Why, ask Why?
To enjoy sweetness,
you must taste,
the sour.
To see goodness,
in people,
you must also
see the bad.
To see the light,
you must also
experience the dark.
For all these things,
great and small,
you can’t begin
to understand.
As it was written,
within my plan.
As he says to me,
My child,
Why, ask Why?
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