DADDY… a poem

Daddy was the strong one

I had never seen him cry

When grandpa passed away

He came and wiped my eye

And grandma wasn’t far behind

She loved my grandpa so

He wiped away more tears that day

From me – but not his own

That was so very long ago

Now, with children by my side

My mamma passed away today

And daddy broke down and cried

EYES OF WATERFALLS… a song

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As I stand here in the rain

I can’t tell

What were tears and what were raindrops

When they fell

And the puddle that is growing

‘round my feet

Will find a hole in my soul

When they meet

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Please don’t talk about horizons

And of time

There is too much going on, now

In my mind

As these ashes of her spill upon the wind

Into the ocean of this sadness

And the end

I remember when we met

On that playground

For both of us love at first sight

I know, profound

Well, the years drew us closer

As they passed

And then the vows that we exchanged

Had come at last

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But fate had written heartache

All along

Crashing down the world around me

With this song

All my dreams and all my hopes

Were trampled down

Now, in these eyes of waterfalls

Is where I’m found

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GOODBYES… a quick song

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I remember when I was little

And I held my daddy’s hand

The memories come flooding in

So, I do the best I can

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To try and hold back the tears

As I say my last goodbyes

Feeling the swelling of my heart

That’s spilling from my eyes

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You see, daddy always loved me

And I always knew it was true

And that is why, my little one

I always say – I love you

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And there’ll come a time someday

When you will be standing where I do

Holding the hand of your little one

And saying – I love you, too

Yeah, holding the hand of your little one

And saying – I love you, too

MOONLIGHT… a short song

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Why can’t the stars all come down from the night?
Clearing the cobwebs and making it bright.
And, where is the hero I promised to be?
Lost in whirlwind I tread cautiously.
 
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be washed by the rain
Removing this heartache
Removing this pain
And I never dreamed that I’d be here alone…
Yeah, I’ll keep on living…
And you’ll still be gone.
 
Moonlight it still shines there - down on the sands.
The memory is etched of us still holding hands.
And mountain tops glisten too peaked with their snow.
A lifetime is fading from years long ago.
 
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be washed by the rain
Removing this heartache
Removing this pain
And I never dreamed that I’d be here alone…
Yeah, I’ll keep on living…
And you’ll still be gone.


(Repeat)

FINAL PORTRAIT… a poem

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The shards of glass

Show sides of me

I don’t think I was ever meant to see

Memories of loved ones

Gone long ago

Haunt my mind like a salacious foe

Love and hate – empty and full

Reflecting the dark-side in this poor soul

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Childhood kindness

Like holding hands

Whispering secrets

And making plans

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Making love for the first time

Reflecting through tears

Lost in a world

That thrives on our fears

These are the final portraits I see

As life’s vital essence spills from me

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CHASING THE HORIZON.. a poem

“I am not now, nor shall I ever be,

Sated with this life of philosophy!”

Those were the last words I thought I would hear

Whispered from the lips of the one I held dear.

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Then a palpable change settled in the room,

And I wondered aloud, “Could this be our doom?”

And a miracle happened, there before my eyes,

As the body before me started to rise.

Not from some ill-fated ghostly-formed force

No, this was the willingness of quite another source.

Stunned, though I be, as I stood there in wonder,

I couldn’t help but smile at the small clap of thunder.

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You see, a storm had been raging outside,

As if in this room, where I gazed full of pride.

She then lay back down, content and enlightened.

With her last words she smiled – “I’ll be chasing the horizon!”

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