MOTHER’S DAY 1997

As I sit beside the headstone of my mother and my friend

The thoughts and mixed emotions of my childhood then begins

The nights we sat and watched tv, the day we flew the kite

All the times we sat at the lake The sun it was so bright

The days we looked for clovers The day you planted trees

Now I sit in sorrow upon a bended knee

For you are all gone and my tears have flown

Yet in my mind I’m not yet free

I wish to feel your loving arms wrapped tightly around me

It’s mother’s Day; you’re in heaven & I’m stuck here on earth

Remembering the good times and all that they are worth.

(Written for Karin P. Spencer)

WHY

Why do you step upon my toes

When I treat you with respect

I always think of you before I take care of myself

I think of your welbeing

I’m considerate of your needs

Why when I need you desparately

do you make me have to plead?

HELLO

HELLO

are you listening I think without speech

You are the ribbon that makes me complete

HELLO

my eyes plead as I look at your face

How can you deny what cannot be replaced

My love is here to help you be strong

I need you beside me right where you belong

HELLO

won’t you try I can’t force you to quit

It’s your life won’t you live it you don’t have to be sick

Hello Ill be lonley if you leave me alone

We pledged to stand together and never let go

HELLO

you are my everything

I am your toy I dangle from strings

I love you more than you’ll ever know

Now are you hearing my feelings?

HELLO?

JAMES

Oh James where are you now

For you are not with me

I stop to think about you often

And the way that things should be

How tall are you I ask myself

You would have been just eight

I relive every moment ever since you went away.

(Written for my son that I miscarried in 1988)

THANK YOU

I’d like to take a moment to say something to you

I really do appreciate all the things you do

You really make a difference with all the efforts that you make

You show true love and honor each hour you’re awake

You rarely spend even a moment to yourself

You tspend so many hours taking care of everyone else

You cook and clean and care for kids

You even work outside our home

I respect you very much but you need some time alone.

I realize that you’re tired you’ve done so very much

We are not deserving of your loving touch.

I want to say just one more thing before we go our separate way

I will repay your kindness some where some how some day

(Written to myself. I realized no one was going to give me the thanks I needed so I gave it to myself)

THE STORY OF OUR LIVES

I was very young when I first  looked at you

No one believed my feelings could possibly Be true.

But when you held me in your arms

The pain just flew away & I was never safer

than I was on that spring day You spoke to me so softly

Your heart was open wide I had stronger emotions

Than I’d ever felt inside The world did not except us

They said I was a child

But you promised me You’d always walk the extra mile

As the years passed by so slowly& We met up several times

You were all I ever wanted; you brought sunshine in my life

We were married once but Through situations that

Were not of our own choice It ended 1991 in a sad divorce.

Neither of us wanted it Yet both just stood aside

And let the judge grant the ruling That we had to abide.

Just a few years later our Hearts met up again

Our love struck up quite a chorus; we could not stay just friends

It started with a kiss; It ended up in bed

You were always the best lover That I had ever had

Now we are married again; A happy family

And two months ago you made a mother out of me

A new born baby girl So bright and so new

After all these years our dreams Are finally coming true.

(written for J.A.M)

MOTHER’S DAY 1996

On mothers day 1996 its hard to think this day you’ll miss

I have my children this is true but something is missing without you

I hug them and kiss them & try to explain

Why mommy’s tears fall like rain

I remember the smile that you use to have

I look in the mirror and try to laugh

I see you looking back at me I picture you in heaven

Your wings spread so beautifully

I hope you feel the love from me

Because I miss my mother being with me.

(In Memory of Karin P. Spencer)