Poetry

You Know
Submitted by: Kara Gosden

Unknown pain washes over me like the tears which drown
My face and choke my senses. As I watch you being carried
On your final journey I lose the right to breathe, for you.
For you these silent drops fall as I feel your presence
One last time. It finally sinks in you’re gone
only felt when standing looking at that cruel coffin
which faces me. I know you’re body’s there but
in my head you are standing right next to me.

I don’t look to my side, my vision is blurred
but in my head you remain, smiling. Saying
“Why are you crying?”. I’ll miss your guidance
I’ll miss you’re kindness, most of all
I’ll miss you’re morning greeting filling me with cheer.
These thoughts only deepen the void I feel as
We try to sum you up in words. They are all inadequate
And, as I break-down, I turn away from your loved ones and Place
A single rose on you’re body hoping your spirit can see
hoping you’re beside me, holding me. I run.

Sometimes I talk to you, sometimes I cry
It may not be the same but I feel you still
I know you’re above me everywhere I go,
Proud. You have left a legacy, never forgotten.
I will continue what you have shown me
How you were, a saint.
It was only you’re body we were burying that day
Not you’re spirit, through me, you live. And,
The best thing is Goldie-locks, you know.

In loving memory of you Grandad, love Kara

Grandpas Little Girl
Stephanie Jones

Grandpa has a little girl her eyes are pretty blue,
they sit all day long in grandpas chair playing Peek-A-Boo.
Now grandpas little girl,incase you didnt know,
has big blue eyes and long blonde hair and her grandpas perfect nose.
Grandpas little girl runs in the door each day,
she is a great grandaughter he always used to say.
Grandpas little girl was devastated to learn her grandpa died that day.
Grandpas little girl is still devastated today but she can still
talk to him in her own secrate way.

Grandpas little girl wrote this poem one day while thinking about her grandpa.
Every bit of this poem is true right down to the perfect nose.
I still cant believe he pasted away like that.
No signs or anything just poof and away he went.
Grandpas little girl missess and thinks about him still today.

WE ALL STILL LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU GRANDPA!!!!

A Cry to the Lonely
Kristen Base

I see you there crying
And I think
why?
Are you sick? in pain?
or is it because
you are alone?

I submit to you this:
you are never alone
the Father will-does-
guide you
you are never alone.

As a mother with her child
the Father is
watching. waiting.
when will your search end?
will you ever find His comfort?
submit to Him

You are empty. dry. in
your solitary stillness
you cry.
Be still.
Simply call and
the Father is there.

the Father is here.
He will comfort you.
You are never alone.
Never. Never.
Don't cry.

Morning Visit
Lydia F. Burns

Morning Mr. Hawk up in the oak tree
Did you come to comfort me?
Do you have some news to tell
Is my son doing well?

I don’t need fame, glory or gold
But I would love his hand to hold
To touch his face and see his smile
Wish I could have him back for awhile

Why did my son have to die and go away
While murderers and molesters are still stalking their prey
Life is not fair there are no answers why
Just pain, heartbreak, and nights we just cry

He would have been 33 in a few short weeks,
I wish he was back here for keeps
Now fly away, Mr. Hawk stay safe and stay free
Don’t forget to come back and visit with me.

Wishing you were here for your birthday
Love you always and forever,
9/11/2005

Dreams of Life
Lydia F. Burns

I believed in Cinderella
I believed in happily ever after
I met the man of my dreams
He gave me all that life brings
Until the day you died

I had a really happy life
I enjoyed being a mother and wife
The sky is not blue
The sun does not shine
Since the day you died

I would give all that I have
Whatever wealth or possessions
I would live in the street
And even go with bare feet
If I could have you back

I see my life as cold and dark
My world that I knew has fallen apart
My joy is gone my heart lost it beat
I do eat but find it hard to sleep
Since the day you died

Our birthdays are both in September
I am so sad it is hard to remember
What its like to laugh, a happy day is rare
Wake me from this horrible nightmare
If I could have you back

Life no longer has its appeal
I try to be strong but it is surreal
I do not understand why you had to go
My heart will never have the same glow
Because of that day you died.

My Baby, My Man
Lydia F. Burns

I thought you took every breath for me
I watched you grow my sweet little baby
You loved your sister, you loved your drums
You loved your dog and your work was fun.

My little baby, my wonderful young man
I'd give anything to again to just hold your hand
I wear your jewelry and even got a tattoo
Just because I didn't know what else to do

I wish I could hear your "Hey Ma, this is your son"
But you can't call or e-mail, you can't play your drums.
So I listen to the tapes you and your band made
And in my mind I remember watching you play.

I have your baby blanket I made when you were just born
Some toys and cars and pictures you have drawn
Your cast and reports cards and letters you won
The only thing missing is you my sweet son

Life makes no sense and is garbled and strange
I can't go on and I can't just turn the page
We had so much left we wanted for you
So many plans and hopes and dreams that won't come true.

You died too young son, at age thirty-one
I wasn't ready for your life to be over and done
You kids and your father are the world to me
And now my world just numbers three.

I love and miss you,
Ma
written April 2, 2005

Once In A While
In Memory Of My Dad James Grieve
Heather Hamilton (Grieve) - Calgary, Alberta Canada

Once in a while
A day comes along.
I see the twinkle in your eyes
And I hear you whistle a happy song.

Once in a while I close my eyes
And think back to when I was wee
To some of the happiest days of my life
When I sat up high on my daddy’s knee.

Once in a while
I see that proud look on your face
When I need someone to cheer me up
I long for your loving embrace

Once in a while I close my eyes
And pray to have you back again
To see you happy and healthy
Like you were a way back when

Once in a while
I sit alone in my room and cry
I wasn’t ready to let you go yet Dad
It was just too soon to say good-bye

Once in a while I close my eyes
And I know that you are near
I clearly hear your voice call me
And I feel you wipe away my tears

Once in a while
I imagine you will be home soon
I watch for the door to open
From the morning sun until the evening moon

Once in a while I close my eyes
And reminisce of all the times we had
When people ask me what is on my mind
I tell them “I miss my dad”

There will come a day
I’ll be with you again and I can smile
Until that moment comes
Every second of each day will be my Once In A While.

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