When you stand and preach,/
doesn’t the mem’ry of what/
we did call you out?
OR
When she teaches, why/
doesn’t the memory of what/
we did trigger guilt?
When you stand and preach,/
doesn’t the mem’ry of what/
we did call you out?
OR
When she teaches, why/
doesn’t the memory of what/
we did trigger guilt?
I must stop going/
on trips where I bring back gifts/
that I’ll never give.
Well golly Gee!/
And good for you!/
You’re getting to see/
What you wanted to!/
You wanted so bad to go/
You could nearly taste it!/
You would’ve gone with a troll!/
It’d be a pity to waste it!/
Spend your evening with some other/
instead of with me./
Perhaps he’ll be the lover/
that I can no longer be./
And now that your old ticket is free/
I’ll search to discover who’ll go with me*!
OR
I’ll search for another who wants to be with me.
Do you still dance? Or/
have you locked up your heart and/
feet and mind and soul?
I thought of her Grandma/
when these East Coast flowers I saw,/
But it just went through my head: /
She might enjoy them instead! /
(A gift from Connecticut to Utah!)
I saw on her event link that she likes flowers!
That she let me share/
in her struggles was all I/
ever expected.
Nobody told me/
about the cotton swab dance./
I would have been there.
Here’s a link about the “dance” to raise awareness for marrow donations.
Here’s some information about bone marrow donations and transplants.
Two grandchildren of good friends have childhood cancer. I am no longer the common link. I wrote this about that experience.
For more information on both, plese visit:
KissesforCami.com and
Beckhamsbattle.blogspot.com
and support however you can.
Our Lives Are Wrapped Up Again
My son’s best friend
is now a mother
who’s going where your child has been
And is.
You may think I’m not there.
You may think
That I don’t care.
But because I care as deeply as I do,
I have respected the silence from you.
I know you have duties and obligations to keep.
I know you have worries and thoughts which deprive you of sleep.
I know that in trying to help at your daughter’s home,
you have felt, sometimes, left alone.
But you’re not.
Prayers are constantly being uttered
for you as well as your granddaughter.
But now this silence I must end
to help The daughter of my friend
and the son of my son’s friend.
For in your daughter’s voyage beneath
There is experience
and wisdom and surviving grief
which may bring sense
And some relief
and insights
and make a dawn
out of the night
and the fears
that bring tears
to so many.
If I had that wisdom,
I would share it,
but I haven’t any
except to bare it
and to show another the way
to the experience
that your daughter and granddaughter have today.
And so, while I respect your pained silence
heartfelt, wide and deep,
please forgive me if I that same silence
can no longer keep.
With two hands on my/
shoulders, God’s servant told me/
where I need to go.
OR
where I need to be.
OR
Hands on my shoulders,
he looked into my soul and/
told me where to go.
The midnight train’s
lonesome call
awakened me.
Startled,
I looked to see
a bright light
bearing down on me.
I panicked
until I realized
it was again
the damn
full
moon
racing
down
the
window
slats
tracks
to once more
crush
my heart
with missing you
memories.