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Harold Therault Poem
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES
Everyone has a purpose in life,
just like a husband and wife.
You may not always see them,
but, they are always there.
If you start to think that you have missed that special date,
or not spent enough time with them.
Just close your eyes (pause)
and you will realize
You can see and hear them with no surprise. (Pause)
Once a sister,
you will always be a sister.
Then you will see,
that in your heart lies a true memory that was meant to be.
Do not ponder on the times that you have missed.
Just close your eyes and you will see a list.
For every tear there will be a year of memories that you can see and hear.
When you think that life is too short, and we do not see each other enough.
Just close your eyes and there will be a lifetime of memories for you to see and
hear.
When your sister thinks you have missed her (pause)
Just close your eyes, and with no surprise you will realize
You will never forget her.
So, (pause) as you can see, you are as close as you can be,
Just by closing your eyes.
As long as you remember, (pause)
they are never gone.
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Here I sit and ponder
of the things that could have been.
If only I had a crystal ball,
then I could see clearly through this wall.
Sitting still and all alone,
she approached me in the center of the room.
It was Love at first sight,
as we kissed all night.
As sick as she was she did not show it,
everyday she improved.
We did not let it beat her.
A prayer a day is all we had to say.
Everyday our Love for each other grew.
The enjoyment each one of us had
showed that we could not be inseparable.
When she stood by your side,
we had nothing to hide.
There were times that were rough and long,
But, our Love for each other made us very strong.
One day we noticed a lump,
which grew as quickly as our Love did
The time grew as quick as a month.
How much time was left was the question now.
Plus, how do you tell you faithful companion a final goodbye.
As she lay on the floor we heard a whimpering sound.
With only enough strength to look into your eyes,
we knew it was time to say our goodbyes.
How do you tell the companion of your life,
who was closer than your wife.
That she had Cancer and that it had spread,
And that in a month she would be Dead.
Your faithful companion your family pet.
In our case Ruff was her name.
The dog that would stand bye your side,
whether she was sick or lame.
I could not stand and see her take her last breath.
I looked into her eyes and there we had a final kiss.
She appeared to stare and say why?
I really wish I knew why they had to Die.
Love
Daddy : I write this with all my Love 9-18-07
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Harold Therault Poem
SOMEWHERE TO CALL HOME
There are a lot of firsts in a child’s life that we all might forget
The first time they say Mom or Dad,
Feeling all the ooh’s and aah’s.
The first time that they hold your hand,
The feeling goes right to your heart.
You know that this child is blood right from the start.
The hardest time in a Child’s life,
is when they think all is lost.
Feeling left behind and all alone and abandoned,
and looking for somewhere to call home.
To know the feeling of being someone special,
then have it ripped away,
all they will feel is being alone.
Every time they look behind there is an empty spot.
When the people they know as Mom and Dad are there,
they are never alone.
But, when a child comes around and is not of your blood,
the love they need is just the seed.
Just the feeling of the two figures called Mom and Dad
to look up to means a lot to them.
For a child to call out Mom and Dad,
and hear no sound is very sad.
Who ever said that these kids are nothing,
there is something very wrong in their minds.
They have been looking for somewhere to call home
for such a very long time.
They don’t ask for much just a place to belong,
no matter how long it takes.
After so long your kids get old,
and go away without looking back,
no hugs or kisses in sight.
Your life void of the words Mom and Dad,
that they will never say tonight.
To adopt a child and give them life and hope,
To put the laughter back in their voice,
and the twinkle back in their eyes,
to finally hear the words Mom and Dad is the ultimate surprise.
Harold F. Therault Jr. June, 2, 2007
(Dedicated with love to: Liliana Alicia-Marie Therault)
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Who will help the little girl smile,
while she watches her Mom be pulled away from her?
Who will help the little girl smile,
when she sees her Mom put the needle into her arm?
Who will help the little girl smile,
while she wonders where her next meal comes from?
Who will help the little girl smile,
when she is looking for a permanent place to stay?
Who will help the little girl smile,
when she does not see her biological Mom for a while?
Who will help the little girl smile,
while she is dropping that last handful of dirt on her?
Who will help the little girl smile
or put the sparkle back in her eyes?
Who will help the little girl smile
as she looks up to the sky and asked why?
Who will help the little girl smile,
when she looks up to God and says, who will love me?
The Foster Parents that's who!
--Harold Therault-- 7-10-2008
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I really don't understand why they took my children from me.
Why is this happening and what did I do wrong?
All I wanted to see,
was my children grow up big and strong.
No help from a near,
and no help from afar.
So I looked to the skies,
for help from the stars.
I still do not understand what I did was so wrong.
What did I do to deserve this?
How do I get them out of this mess?
They threw me in jail,
And there is where I sit.
That is when god told me never to quit.
And not really knowing what I did wrong.
I asked the courts don't butcher my children
And let the parents decide.
How can I hold back,
the death sentence that they hide.
I pleaded with them to give them back
And asked god why are they the way they are?
My spirit and my will to fight are very strong.
How can the courts let this go on so long?
They have taken them away because they said I am bad.
But the only thing that they're doing,
is making everyone very sad.
What did I do that was so very wrong?
If you look at the big picture for all to see,
There must be a reason, for that I am not sure.
When I did no wrong how can they take my children for me?
Copy write 4-1-2009
Harold Therault
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How many times do you take the high road?
When you raise your kids to the best of your ability.
Always thinking of them first.
When you make them smile
it quenches your thirst.
For 18 years you keep up your guard.
Keeping all danger away.
Just when you close your eyes,
and turn your head,
they have grown up and moved away.
All of a sudden the skies are grey.
The tears, they build up for many years.
Keeping them inside where the silence is near.
You would like to think that they will go down the right path and not stray.
Each one has a different personality,
no matter what you do you cannot make them sway.
They give you the silent treatment like flipping a switch.
Which can hurt in all different ways.
Even if you rescue them in their time of need,
they seem to forget it so easily.
The least little thing you say or do,
will get you the silent treatment that will make you blue.
Like a knife that cuts through a turkey,
it slices through your back and into your heart.
No tears to shed because you still have a life to live.
Yet the silencing that you are experiencing,
you feel it right from the start.
At times they are so bold,
walking right in front of you feeling so cold.
How soon they forget how you helped,
they seem to forget so easy even when you get old.
Like the star that falls from the sky,
the tears come out of your eye.
Forever falling and will never dry.
How soon they forget the silence that they are giving,
rips through the heart
right from the start.
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When I was born, with eyes of blue, and very soft hair.
My Mom and Dad loved me, and hugged me,
and tossed me into the air.
They held me up for all to see,
My Mom and Dad really loved me.
I just wondered if someone took me,
On my way to school,Or on my way to the pool.
What if on vacation at a lake,
Or on a boat way out at sea.
Would they really miss me?
When we go to the store,And, I hide in the clothes.
Or, at night when I start counting sheep,
and, just when I fall asleep and don’t wake up.
I just wonder if they would miss me?
When I grow up
And, stay out real late.
When I meet that special someone,
And, go on my first date.
I just wonder will they still miss me?
Just when it seems everything is clear.
I meet my sweetheart or dear.
Then we get married and move away.
Will they still miss me in that same way?
When we have kids that are,
our very own.
Will their hearts bleed, or turn to stone?
That is when I wonder will they still miss me?
Who will help me
when I stumble and fall.
When my parents are out of sight
every day and every night.
When I am sick and very old,
And I can’t, take care of myself when it is cold.
Who will push me till the end?
Will they remember me when I am gone?
But most of all will they still miss me?
Harold Therault 11-15-2007
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When you first see them
all wet and wrinkled.
Each day brings a new sight.
Just like the wet grass,
after a new sprinkle at night.
Each year brings joy and sorrow,
as they grow and learn.
The power that they have makes your heart smile or burn.
When you look at them in all of their glory,
they yearn for you to tell a story.
The sparkle in their eyes show they believe in you.
No matter what the tale.
Fact or fiction,
is the addiction.
The look on your children’s face,
while they are looking into space.
Will tell the story,
only they can see.
So enjoy that look on their innocent face,
while they are very small.
Because, as they get bigger,
and just as we had feared.
The look on their face,
will soon have disappeared.
Harold Therault
November,7, 2007
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