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Deborah Mcnulty Poem
I consider Christian a good friend to me
He stands tall, as a mighty oak tree
Who could imagine or want to see
An oak fall so devastatingly
When she was taken so savagely
Kris
He ranted, he raved so angrily
He cursed and yelled quite bitterly
Then he would sadly cry to me
And ask, “Why? Why? Why?” to me
Would God take the mother of his baby?
Kris
He made an effort to move on then
I tried to be a supportive friend
I doubt he read the things I’d send
Then he’d ask me, “When? When? When?”
Would his heart’s healing for her begin?
Kris
I can picture him very late at night
With his eyes closed real, real tight
Picturing the two of them in the bright sunlight
Knowing these feelings are not those he can fight
So he whispers to no one in the night
I love you, Kris.
Copyright © Deborah Mcnulty | Year Posted 2011
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Deborah Mcnulty Poem
Christian is a friend of mine
He stands tall, as a big oak tree
Who could imagine a tree falling
So devastatingly...
as when he got the news of the passing of
Kris
He ranted and he raved at me
He cursed and he yelled at me
Then he would cry to me
And ask “Why? Why? Why?” to me
“would God take away the mother of my child?”
Kris
He made an effort to move on then
I tried to be a supportive friend
I doubt he read the things I’d send
Then he’d ask me, “When? When? When?”
He wanted to know when the healing began from losing
Kris
I can picture him late at night
With his eyes closed real, real tight
Picturing the two of them in the bright sunlight
Knowing his feelings aren’t those he can fight
So he whispers to no one in the night
I love you, Kris.
Copyright © Deborah Mcnulty | Year Posted 2011
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Deborah Mcnulty Poem
Which Path To Follow
I hear some sounds behind me
I turn quickly yet no one is there
Could it be the rustling of the leaves...
Or God's Whisper in the air?
I know not what route to follow
At this crucial part of life
Do I light a match to my world...
And stop being someone's wife?
On the outside I appear just fine
Inside, no joy seems within reach
Yet is not until death do we part...
What our churches have us teach?
Is personal happiness then
Against what I've been taught?
If so, then my dreams and desires
Have just all been for naught
Copyright © Deborah Mcnulty | Year Posted 2011
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Deborah Mcnulty Poem
Pain, love, confusion
Thoughts twisted in her head
Troubled times, troubled years
What lies for her ahead?
Her children, her past
Race through her mind
Struggling, fighting
All at once she is blind
A pause, her head is clear
Oddly, the same her hand
She looks about, so beautiful
What is this Perfect Land?
Clarity becomes her
She sees those she’s loved
Visions include one’s below
As well as one’s above
The sadness seen below
Makes her turn toward The Light
No suffering remains
She is with God tonight
Copyright © Deborah Mcnulty | Year Posted 2011
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