Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Poppalot (a Poem for our Father)
Poppalot
(a Poem for our Father)
I love you
Oh, God knows how much
I love you
And every day I wake up
How much I’m thinking of you
How much I miss our fights
Our laughter, your crazy ways
How much I want you near me
Giving advice on those hard days
I love you
Oh, God knows how much
I love you
And every day I wake up
How much I’m thinking of you
How much you loved our children
And helped us make them strong
How much you cared for us
Always there when things went wrong
Fixing tires
And cars that wouldn’t start
Creating memories
That we hold close to our heart
I love you
Oh, God knows how much
I love you
And every day I wake up
How much I’m thinking of you
You gave us life, you gave us love
And the southern charm that
we adore
We will miss you every hour
Every day and forever more
Thursday, March 14, 2013
A Poem for Shequila
Just like the flower
that does not bloom in spring
no purity is lost
the beauty there still remains
tucked away in that special place
safe and secure from the world
though the world could not see
my eyes were gifted with sight
for a time she honored me
with her true self
I saw it
her spirit; a vibrant hue
that few have ever seen
such a special flower
I watched her grow
and change
and become more
more than just the seed that was planted
she touched me
showed me the magic that
that had grown from that blessed seed
and now that her winter has come
I will remember springtime
the purity, the beauty,and the magic
that does not bloom in spring
no purity is lost
the beauty there still remains
tucked away in that special place
safe and secure from the world
though the world could not see
my eyes were gifted with sight
for a time she honored me
with her true self
I saw it
her spirit; a vibrant hue
that few have ever seen
such a special flower
I watched her grow
and change
and become more
more than just the seed that was planted
she touched me
showed me the magic that
that had grown from that blessed seed
and now that her winter has come
I will remember springtime
the purity, the beauty,and the magic
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