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Kierstin Gallerie Poem
I grab my box of tissues
As tears roll from my eyes
It would all feel better
If I had said goobye
I was coming to see you
To be there before you passed away
But I didn’t get here in time
And there’s so much I wanted to say.
I wanted to say I love you
And thank you for all you’ve done
Tell you how much you mean to me
And reminisce about all the fun.
You made us eat our veggies
Drink our milk to make us strong
Gave us that look of disappointment
Put us in the corner when we were wrong.
You showed us so much love
Showed us what family was about
Never let us go unwelcome
And never let us pout.
Papa you’re in everyone’s heart
Your voice is in our ears
We’ll keep you in our thoughts and
prayers
Be our angel & shield us from our fears
In Loving Memory Of John Steven Rihner
Copyright © Kierstin Gallerie | Year Posted 2012
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Starting on page 3 now
Because I can’t find words to rhyme
So many memories floating in and out
Maybe I’ll get it right this time
When I first met you
You were the really nice lady next door
But then you became my second mom
And my movie buddy when it would pour
I remember calling after school
“Sandy, can I come with you”
You saying it wasn’t a problem
Just asking what I wanted to do
You taught me how to cross-stitch
And appreciate a cup of tea
Learn the words to Jimmy Buffet
Be the young woman I’ve grown to be
You were here to see such happy times
Like my first set of lingerie
I remember my face turning so red
And not knowing what to say
I remember the rude lady at Nordstrom’s
That you put in her place
You weren’t afraid to speak your mind
Say anything to someone’s face
Learning all the words to Sawyer Brown
For my first concert at the fair
I didn’t have a cowboy hat
So you gave me yours to wear
I’ll never forget our road trips
Playing the alphabet game on the way
Singing at the top of our lungs
Never running out of things to say
You were outside to see me off to prom
Put on Peter’s boutonniere
You noticed the necklace around my neck
And I believe you started to tear
You’ve give me so much in life
And not just the material things
I believe everyone will agree with me
On the joy of the memory your smile brings
I’ll never forget the times we shared
Or the stuff we used to do
I love you Sandy Johns
And I thank god for knowing you
Copyright © Kierstin Gallerie | Year Posted 2014
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Sometimes I wonder what he sees when he looks at me and sometimes I wonder why it’s me he chooses when he could have her. She is no one in particular but someone I feel he deserves. She is beautiful and strong and doesn’t rely on him to be happy. She can stand on her own and rarely be wary. She holds her head up high and produces jealousy out of longing. She knows he has eyes only for her, but not only does she know she feels confident. Sometimes she cries, but not for the reasons I do. She cries with reasons, not inadequacies. When he pulls her in for long hugs or even quick little kisses, she knows it will not be the last time. She bubbles inside knowing they will stand the test of time. When they look at me, they feel pity. They take pride and happiness in knowing together they will make it through. They look at me and see the weaknesses I struggle to hide deep within. They look at me and feel nothing of what I have been through. She struggles to make her parents smile because she never wants to let them down. Yet at the same time she knows they will love her regardless. When he picks up his phone, she never worries about who is on the other end. He tells her there could never be another and she feels the same. He holds her hand at the perfect time. He notices when her smile falters just a little, and knows exactly how to make it sparkle again. She feels no pressure to be someone she doesn’t think she is. She feels only the pressure from within to push her own limits to get further in life. Sometimes when he looks at her, she wonders what more he could see. She tries to imagine how much life would change without him, but she feels as though she’ll never have to endure that. When he looks at her, she shows him another reason for him to love her. One day, when he looks at me, I hope he sees her.
4.4.2010
Copyright © Kierstin Gallerie | Year Posted 2014
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