Into a great big world
We face another day
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Clouds may hide the sun
But we still see the way
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Through eyes look for good
Letting go of what is wrong
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So, celebrate this day of life
And sing a hopeful song
HOPEFUL SONG… a poem
Tag: #Poetry
TIDE… a poem
The tide has ebbed
And now turns
In a moment
Slowly the rise
And flow
Is at hand
Gentle the touch
Washed over
Emotions
How much control
Of her
Has this man
UNLOAD… a poem
Lean back
And pretend
That this time
Will never end
Count the minutes
Count the hours
Morning rains
Midnight showers
For when it’s over
Yeah, when it’s done
We’ll look back
At all our fun
And talk about it
Down the road
Until then
Let’s just unload
AFTER… a poem
Subsequent to dying
I took a little tour
And discovered
All that I’d missed
And just a little more
The beauty within colors
That paint the morning sky
A field of flowers
All in bloom
Upon a mountainside
Precious little children
So dependent
And so sweet
Coo and smile
All the while
They play at momma’s feet
Fish within the ocean
Varieties – every kind
Birds so small
I’d have missed them all
If I hadn’t died
Creatures hiding in the bush
Some up in the trees
If only I had seen them
Before I sprouted wings
And while you do not hear me
My words are in the wind
Always say I love you
For we all come to an end
EIGHT DAYS FROM SOMEDAY… a poem
Eight days from someday
A quiet night on the cove
Beneath the eyes
Of a moon so high
With no mention of snow
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A beach that’s living in my dreams
Perhaps it will come true
Eight days from someday
A time for me and you
—
Your blue eyes sparkle, and they shine
Reflecting like the moonlight
Off the gentle lapping waves
Paradise, awe… just right
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But here we are awaiting
For that future to come true
Eight days from someday
And I’ll spend it all with you
LONGING… a love poem
You know what I mean
Without me saying a word
I know what that look says
To all others, unheard
A brush of your skin
Excites me to my core
And we long for each other
Always wanting more
WINGS… a poem/ballad
It was just an old shirt and worn out old hat
Folded up and sitting on a shelf
The last time I touched em
Was when I moved to this house
And that was a few years ago
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She was so curious exploring all the time
As she wondered from room to room
Looking for treasures, at least in her mind
Hoping to find something new
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I was sitting on the porch swing enjoying the day
Sipping on a glass of sweet tea
When my little granddaughter came laughing my way
Saying, “Papa… Look what I found! Do you see?”
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And I thought that my heart would jump out of my chest
When I saw what granddaughter wore
It was all I could do to hold back the tears
While emotions constricted my core
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She jumped on my lap and hugged me so tight
While the tears escaped down my face
She never knew her mother
But the resemblance was strong
And my mind went to another place
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“Papa, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
She said as she hugged me again
I said, “These were your mother’s.”
As I pointed to the clothes
You remind me of her way back when
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We sat for awhile
And listened to the birds
And watched as the wind blew the leaves
I said a silent prayer
And looked up to Heaven
Where I know my daughter has wings
