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Larry Johnson Poem
Walking down the boulevard early one day
Crossing with the light going the right way
He stepped into the street
On his nimble feet
She checked to the left checked to the right
No traffic around not a car in sight
He did the "cross walk two step run for your life"
Everyone it seems wants to make a widow of his wife
The little girl was waiting to go across the street
Just trying to get home using her two feet
The light said go
Her feet did so
His call was too important to watch what was happening
He drove through the crosswalk her little feet scampering
She did the "crosswalk two step run for your life"
His day was just too busy to care about her life
I was waiting on the street corner for the walk light
It came to show me to cross I had the right
His light was red
Where was his head?
He wasn't going to stop that much I could see
I'll wait for my walk light once more to be
Don't need the "crosswalk two step run for your life"
Going to make it home today to be with my wife.
Safely across the street, only one more to go.
As I stand at the street edge, a car begins to slow.
She saw me there.
She played it fair.
She stopped her car before the white line
She waited while I crossed she gave me the time
No need for the "crosswalk two step run for my life"
The driver of the stopped car was none other than my wife.
Copyright © Larry Johnson | Year Posted 2006
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Larry Johnson Poem
He was six years old at his dying mother's side.
Only when she slept he broke down and cried.
He had to hide his fears of what was to be.
How scared he was, mama didn't need to see.
Mama had been sick going on three years now.
She knew she must help him make it through some how.
With her strength fading she called him to her side.
"If life is a carnival son, I'm at my last ride."
"I have something to tell you, to remember for all times."
"You are all each other will have in the coming hard times."
"Just hold each other close and remember my love for you."
"It will help to ease the pain, it will help to see you through."
The day came when his Mama had to go.
He had so many questions, so much he wanted to know.
"Why did Mama have to die?" "Who's gonna bake the Christmas pie?"
"Who will comfort me when I cry?" "Are you gonna die?"
I squatted down in front of him a tear in my eye.
"An unfortunate part of life, son, is each of us will die."
He'd caught me off guard, I didn't know what to say.
I hoped he understood. I hoped... and I prayed.
I took him in my arms and held him oh so tight.
I told him that I loved him and that everything would be all right.
"Mama's in heaven now she's looking down on you and me."
"She's with us in our hearts where forever she will be."
"She sees you when you're crying she sees you when you're playing."
"She knows what you're thinking she knows what you're saying."
"She sees into your heart and knows how much you love her."
"So let's have happy thoughts of Mama and the time we had together."
The days have turned to weeks, the weeks to months and years.
Our thoughts of Mama are happy, they hold away the fears.
She still fills our hearts with memories. Memories of her love.
Memories of Mama sent down from heaven above.
Copyright © Larry Johnson | Year Posted 2006
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