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The Clock of Life

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.

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The Tears Slide Down

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.

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He Was Being a Father

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

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As I Sit Here

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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A Soldier In Iraq

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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The Father's Hand

As I look upon these walls,

which surround me, 

memories of home,

almost surely threaten to overwhelm me.

When darkness falls, my sleep is elusive,

as thoughts, within my mind,

try to dance to a tune, of loneliness.

Tonight, as I feel, the Father’s hand,

upon my shoulder

a warm sense of peace, envelopes my soul,

and I will draw upon my faith,

for his strength, and comfort, to guide me,

forward, along this pathway,

as I journey home.

Copyright©2007 Carla F. Cox

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Mama Loved Me

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.

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The Storm Within

Who is that girl,

in the mirror,

staring back at me?

My mind is like the spider.

My thoughts,

trapped in it’s web.

Words, said in anger,

I don’t really mean.

A heart so sad,

her tears, fall like rain.

As I fight to control,

this storm, from within.

Now it’s plain to see,

the reflection doesn’t lie.

As the face, belongs to me.



Copyright© Carla Faye Cox

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Why Ask Why

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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The Drink

As I wipe the beads of sweat,
from my brow,
my trembling hands, 
reach for the bottle
staring at me upon the table.
Over time, my mind
has learned, 
to play the game so well.
Beckoning me on,
as it promises,
one taste, upon my lips
will end all pain,
from loneliness, heartache,
along with my feelings
of despair.
With each sip,
of the drink
my hands, become steady,
and yet,
as time passes on
my mind,
has won again,
this game we play,
for I have lost,
and all reasoning,
is gone.