Poems

Daddy’s Little Girl

Blonde haired, blue-eyed angel
That’s Daddy’s little girl
He quickly held her close to him
When she came into this world

With loving hands and a gentle heart
He taught her right from wrong
However, before she knew it
Her Daddy would be gone

For her Daddy was very sick
Even though it was hard to understand
Until that dreadful day in May
When God took him by the hand

Now her Daddy’s gone from Earth
And when she calls his name
He doesn’t come running to her anymore
Yet she loves him just the same

Daddy’s little girl, thankful for her Dad
Has peace in knowing, he’s in a good place
Even though she’ll miss hearing his voice
And seeing his smiling face

For Daddy’s little girl, now out on her own
Has to settle for the memories of the man
And raise his grandsons to know him
The best way that she can

How desperately she’d love to have
Her Daddy here with her
She didn’t know how dark the demons
That her Daddy carried were

Daddy’s little girl is so lost without him being near
Even though it’s hard for her, she comprehends
No matter how much you love someone
One day their time here ends

I’ll always be your little girl Daddy
My love for you will never part
For you reside with Jesus now
And forever in my heart

Love always,
Shelly Marie

Hear My Echoes

by Notton Friar

When western slopes become first lit

I’ll to the tops where the wild wind blows

To watch the sky

To feel the earth

To wander by the wild hedge

And there I’ll feed my soul

So future man do not fear

When my ghost to you is near

For just like you upon a time

I walked this way and dreamt my dreams

With Love, Nan and Grandpa

by Sarah S.

As I lie here in my sanctuary,

2 cats upon my knee,

With little bugs beneath me,

I whisper the name of thee.

Dark is fast approaching,

So i clench my hands and pray to see,

Tucked inside a giant wing,

I whisper the name of thee.

Pictures begin to show,

Memories begin to unravel,

It is you i see, from head to toe,

Just as if you did not go

Now that the light begins the fade,

And the journey has been spent,

I know i can awaken safe and sound,

As my love has just been sent.

In Memory of Our Daughter Who Died of Breast Cancer

by J.P.

Her eyes were dim and glassy as she gazed into the sky,
She knew she was getting weaker, she knew that she would die.
The Lord wrapped his arms around her and took her by the hand,
He said “Come with Me, my darling, to God’s Eternal land.
The years have passed so quickly and still we miss you so,
There are times we can hardly wait til it’s our time to go.
We know God picks the time and place to take our loved hones home,
But it is so hard to accept the loss when it is one of your very own.
We know others have lost their loved ones, and this we can’t explain
And we know it must break God’s heart to see his children in such pain.
We cannot judge what happens when tears and questions start,
We only see what is visible, but God sees into the heart.

The last night that we spent with you, you were so weak you could not speak,
But you formed the words “I Love You” as we wiped tears from your frail, thin cheek.
Your dreams didn’t get accomplished, you didn’t get to raise your kids,
But you left a lasting impression on all you said and did.
You are now our special angel, and as for daughtters, we still feel we have four,
Cause your are still a special part of our family, you just don’t live with us anymore.

Our smiles try to hide our heartaches and we say we are doing fine,
But to those who have experienced death know how it changes you in time.
Every day we are reminded of the good things that you did,
You cared so much for others, especially unfortunate kids.
Family dinners aren’t as lucious without your salads that used to be,
You had that extra little touch to make them special, you see.
The advice and help you gave the kids, you knew just what to say,
And they knew they better listen when you told them to obey.
To some you are forgotten, to others just a dream,
But to us who love and miss you those memories ripple like a stream.
God looked around his garden and saw an empty space,
He then took a look around the earth and saw your suffering face.
He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest,
God’s garden must be beautiful, cause He only takes the best.

You tried your best to teach us before you went away,
We now have a better understanding of what you tried to say.
Please always know we love you and no one can take your place,
Tho’ many years can come and go your memory will never be erased.
So when each day stats without you, we won’t seem so far apart,
Cuz every time we think of you, you will be right here in our heart.
So Jesus if you are listening in your home from up above,
Would you kiss our darling daughter and give her all our love.

To Nanny

By H.W.

I love you Nanny,

Please don’t cry.

I didn’t mean to die,

I tried to stay,

But the Angels came.

I heard them call my name.

I only followed,

I just wanted to see,

If their wings suited me.

It was fun,

I wanted to play,

I didn’t knowI’d have to stay.

I am really sorry

I have made you sad,

I didn’t mean to be so bad.

I want so much,

To be very good.

Like you told me I should.

I wish I knew

Of the Angel dangers,

I was too busy avoiding strangers.

Now you’re upset

And it’s because of me

If only I could make you see

You’d be so proud

Of how well I fly

I didn’t even have to try

A born natural,

Or so I’m told.

Even though I’m not very old.

I’ve got a job,

And I like it too.

I’m the angel watching over you.

So you see Nanny

Please dry your eyes,

I’m glad I tried those wings for size.

January 2006

MY CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN

by Kelly Smith

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below

with tiny lights, like Heaven’s stars, reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so spectacular; please wipe away that tear,

for I am spending Christmas with Jesus this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,

but the sounds of music can’t compare with the Christmas choir up here.

I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,

for it’s beyond description, to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me. I see the pain inside your heart,

but I am not so far away. We really aren’t apart.

So, be happy for me dear ones, for you know I’m spending Christmas with Jesus this year.

I send you each a special gift from my heavenly home above:

“My undying love!”

After all, “love” is the gift more precious than pure gold.

It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other as my Father said to do,

for I can’t count the many blessings or love He has for each of you.

So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.

Remember, I’m spending Christmas with Jesus this year.

MY TRUE HOME

Drawn into tangible darkness,
Rushing high speed through a tunnel.
I’m somewhere between two worlds
Spiraling like water through a funnel.

I see a pinpoint of light in the distance,
Growing larger the closer I get.
But for some strange reason I’m not afraid?
And see it not as being a threat.

Entering into a realm so soothing
Of radiant, golden-white light,
Peace and warmth pours over my spirit,
It’s so beautifully – beautifully bright.

Moving with the flow of fine silk,
My translucent body glows;
Like thousands of tiny diamonds
They sparkle and superimpose.

A floodgate of knowledge has been opened,
With infinite waves of love;
There’s a pageantry of dramatic colors here
That just could never be dreamed of?

I see miraculous mountains of deep blue velvet
And spectacular valleys galore;
A waterfall dazzles with clarity and life,
This Elysian area I’d love to explore!

Drifting next into a garden,
With swaying grass so crisp, cool, and green;
The luminescent flowers pulsate,
Their shades so completely serene;

I hear music playing of harmonic beauty
That rolls like a glassy river.
Enchanting, mystical tones,
That would make any man alive shiver.

Then suddenly, I see someone in the distance,
Coming towards me to reunite.
This whistling persons emanating glow,
Is such a comforting and glorious sight?

When I can finally distinguish who it is,
I realize it’s my Grandpap Jack.
He tells me that it’s not yet my time,
And that I must now . . . go back.

I could stay an eternity at this divine place
From just these few things that I’ve been shown;
But I know one great day for sure I’ll be back,
Because I believe this is my true home.

Thanks to the author, Andrew Harley

Till The Dreaming’s Done: Poems Crafted For Thinking People (2005)

To Mom-Mom Maryann and Pop-Pop Sam

You Always

You always are there when I feel bad,
You always help when times are bad.
You always encourage me when I’m down,
You raised me to never frown.
You always are near when I’m far,
You always are in my heart.

Bianca

I’ve Seen Her

I’ve seen my love; I’ve seen her pass,

She walks with such a grace.

She turned and smiled across at me,

The sun upon her face.

And I could swear I caught the scent,

The fragrance of her hair.

Could I believe – should I believe,

Her spirit blessed me there?

Her eyes so bright, they shone with love,

No pain to cloud them now,

And when she laughed, no line was seen,

Across that perfect brow.

Oh love, if you would only wait,

Beyond the tears and pain,

We’ll walk together, hand in hand,

In love,

In peace,

Again.

David George, August 2005

Light a Candle

Light a candle for those we mourn.

Into a new life they will be born.

Do not look for them at the gravesite.

They are somewhere else radiating their beautiful light.

They have gone to a new world where there is no darkness, no pain.

Their light and essence will always remain.

Light a candle for those who have left this mortal place.

They are free to travel through time and space.

When we think of them, they are near.

When we sit in a beautiful garden. Their voices we hear.

When we listen to a divine symphony,

We close our eyes, their faces we see.

Light a candle for they have not really gone.

With each flickering flame, in your hearts they will always belong.

© A.Pell 24/08/2005

In memory of my mother, Mary Estelle

You were a precious gift from God above,
so much beauty, grace and love.
You touched our hearts in so many ways,
your smile so bright even on the bad days.
You heard God’s whisper calling you home,
you didn’t want to go and leave us alone.
You loved us so much, you held on tight,
till all the stregnth was gone and you could no longer fight.
He had called your name twice before,
you knew you couldn’t make him wait anymore.
So you gave your hand to God and slowly drifted away,
knowing that with our love we will be together again some day.

Upon a white pony

For Amy Keogh

Upon a white pony, her presence did appear,

An Energy of light, her love we drew so near:

A princess with out limit, no hurdles did she see,

Every morrow did she rise, to full our hearts with glee.

A gentle strength of wind, she sweep away our fear,

With a wave of her hand our pain did disappear:

This promise from an angle, a promise made by she,

To adorn her sleeve a heart, plain for all to see

Though inside lay a warrior, this one you may not know,

One determined and unshaken, one who could battle any foe:

All acumen of men, thus one could not deceive,

The samurai among us, with the power to believe,

None dared harm this damsel, a place one could not go,

No sword could she not rise, no seed could she not sow;

O‚ sprit of this princess, the spirit to achieve

The spirits of our sister, o spirit do not leave

No prose does exist that could take away this pain,

For one we held so near, our love shall never wane,

But all must one day pass, and each day should flee

Each angel one day flys and now so must she.

She was our sunshine, our sweet November rain,

Our love is eternal, and our love we can not feign,

So what dreams may come, where ever she may be

Upon a white pony she will be riding there with me

love Ella

xoxo wish u were still here

OUR DEATH IS OUR WEDDING

Our death is our wedding with eternity.
What is the secret? “God is One.”
The sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house.
This multiplicity exists in the cluster of grapes;
It is not in the juice made from the grapes.
For he who is living in the Light of God,
The death of the carnal soul is a blessing.
Regarding him, say neither bad nor good,
For he is gone beyond the good and the bad.

–Rumi (Mystic Odes 833)

TO ONE GONE TOO SOON

Little angel, sent from God
To a desperate mother in need,
You touched the hearts of those you loved,
With every word and deed.

The pain you suffered and endured,
Would have conquered a weaker soul
Your willful, stubborn, hope-filled heart
Placed you in a stronger role

Twenty-two precious years
You nurtured love in a woman void
You gave her love, and life and hope
And kept her spirits buoyed.

Now in heaven, Sarah, please,
Keep watch o’er your dearest mother
And always remember, won’t you please
You were loved like no other.

THE BROKEN CHAIN

We little knew that morning that God was going to all your name,

In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone,

For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.

You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide,

And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same,

But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.

–Author Unknown

THE STRANGER

Death will the body
And the body’s hope of time;
Death will undo
Faith that depends upon another’s word
And has not felt the fire
Credulity that passes for belief,
The airy gallantry, the phantasies
Of the enthusing spirit,
Promise and pretension and pretences–
Death will undo all these.

All these are gossamer.
There yet remains
The indestructible principle, the stranger,
Little regarded in the masque of life,
But now, as blood turns cold,
One by whose eye we see
Essential things, One by whose nature
We know ourselves undying,
One by whose word, had we but heeded it,
We might have understood much earlier
What only now we know.

Death frees the stranger in us. He is I

~Anonymous

To My Dearest Family:
Some things I’d like to say
but first of all to let you know
that I arrived okay
I’m writing this from Heaven
where I dwell with God above
where there’s no more tears
or sadness there
is just eternal love
Please do not be unhappy
just because I’m out of sight
remember that I’m with you
every morning, noon and night
That day I had to leave you
when my life on Earth was through
God picked me up and hugged me
and He said I welcome you
It’s good to have you back again
you were missed while you were gone
as for your dearest family
they’ll be here later on
I need you here so badly
as part of My big plan
there’s so much that we have to do
to help our mortal man
Then God gave me a list of things
He wished for me to do
and foremost on that list of mine
is to watch and care for you
And I will be beside you
every day and week and year
and when you’re sad
I’m standing there
to wipe away the tear
And when you lie in bed at night
the days chores put to flight
God and I are closest to you
in the middle of the night
When you think of my life on Earth
and all those loving years
because you’re only human
they are bound to bring you tears
But do not be afraid to cry
it does relieve the pain
remember there would be no flowers
unless there was some rain
I wish that I could tell you
of all that God has planned
but if I were to tell you
you wouldn’t understand
But one thing is for certain
though my life on Earth is o’re
I am closer to you now
than I ever was before
And to my very many friends
trust God knows what is best
I’m still not far away from you
I’m just beyond the crest
There are rocky roads ahead of you
and many hills to climb
but together we can do it
taking one day at a time
It was always my philosophy
and I’d like it for you too
that as you give unto the World
so the World will give to you
If you can help somebody
who is in sorrow or in pain
then you can say to God at night
my day was not in vain
And now I am contented
that my life it was worthwhile
knowing as I passed along the way
I made somebody smile
So if you meet somebody
who is down and feeling low
just lend a hand to pick him up
as on your way you go
When you are walking
down the street
and you’ve got me on your mind
I’m walking in your footsteps
only half a step behind
And when you feel the gentle breeze
or the wind upon your face
that’s me giving you a great big hug
or just a soft embrace
And when it’s time for you to go
from that body to be free
remember you’re not going
you are coming here to me
And I will always love you
from that land way up above
Will be in touch again soon
P.S. God sends His Love
–Author Unknown

To Those I Love
If I should ever leave you whom I love
To go along the Silent Way, grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk
Of me as if I were beside you there.
(I’d come-I’d come, could I but find a way!
But would not tears and grief be barriers?)
And when you hear a song or see a bird
I loved, please do not let the thought of me
Be sad …. For I am loving you just as
I always have … You were so good, to me!
There are so many things I wanted still
To do — so many things to say to you …
Remember that I did not fear … It was
Just leaving you that was so hard to face …
We cannot see Beyond.. But this I know:
I loved you so – ’twas heaven here with you!
–Author Unknown
I CAN’T REMEMBER
Just a line to say I’m living

That I’m not among the dead

Though I’m getting more forgetful

And mixed up in my head.

I got used to arthritis,

To my dentures I’m resigned,

I can manage my bifocals,

But God, I miss my mind.

For sometimes I can’t remember,

When I stand at the foot of the stair

If I must go up for something

Or have I just come down from there?

And before the frig so often,

My poor mind is filled with doubt,

Have I just put the food away,

Or have I come to take some out?

And there’s the time when it is dark

With my nightcap on my head,

I don’t know if I’m retiring,

Or just getting out of bed.

If it’s my turn to write you,

There’s no need for getting sore,

I may think that I have written

And don’t want to be a bore.

Remember that I love you

And wish that you were near.

Now it is nearly mail time,

So I must say goodbye dear.

There I stand beside the mailbox,

With face so very red,

Instead of mailing you my letter,

I had opened it instead.

–Author Unknown

If I Knew

If I knew it would be the last time

That I’d see you fall asleep,

I would tuck you in more tightly

and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time

that I see you walk out the door,

I would give you a hug and kiss

and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time

I’d hear your voice lifted up in praise,

I would video tape each action and word,

so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,

I could spare an extra minute to stop and say “I love you,”

instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time

I would be there to share your day,

well I’m sure you’ll have so many more,

so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there’s always tomorrow

to make up for an oversight,

and we always get a second chance

to make everything just right.

There will always be another day to say “I love you,”

And certainly there’s another chance to say our “Anything I can do?”

But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get,

I’d like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,

And today may be the last chance

you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you’re waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?

For if tomorrow never comes, you’ll surely regret the day,

That you didn’t take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss

and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear,

Tell them how much you love them and that you’ll always hold them dear

Take time to say “I’m sorry,” “Please forgive me,” “Thank you,” or “It’s okay.”

And if tomorrow never comes, you’ll have no regrets about today.

–Anonymous from the Internet

Love never disappears for death is a non-event.

I have merely retired to the room next door.

You and I are the same; what we were for each other, we still are.

Speak to me as you always have, do not use a different tone, do not be sad.

Continue to laugh at what made us laugh.

Smile and think of me.

Life means what it has always meant.

The link is not severed.

Why should I be out of your soul if I am out of your sight?

I will wait for you, I am not here, but just on the other side of this path.

You see, all is well.

–St. Augustine

An Old Lady’s Poem

What do you see, nurses, what do you see?

What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?

A crabby old woman, not very wise,

Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply

When you say in a loud voice, “I do wish you’d try!”

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,

And forever is losing a stocking or shoe…..

Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill….

Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse; you’re not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your swill.

I’m a small child of ten…with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters, who I ! love one another.

A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,

Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet.

A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap,

Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,

Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.

A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,

Bound to each other with ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,

But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn.

At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,

Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;

I look at the future, I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing young of their own,

And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known.

I’m now an old woman…and nature is cruel;

‘Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,

There is now a stone where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,

And now and again my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,

And I’m loving and living life over again.

I think of the years ….all too few, gone too fast,

And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, nurses, open and see, …

Not a crabby old woman; look closer…see ME!!

–Anonymous

Angels

When you were born, an angel smiled,

As you became a child, an angel sat on your shoulder

When you became an adult, an angel held your hand

As you grew old, an angel walked down the road with you,

And, when you died, another angel got their wings.

–Unknown

Thank You, God

Thank You, God, for giving

Me the gift of living

In this curious, strange

World where all things change

And where I can grow to be

My best and utmost me.

Thank You that I desire

Always to mount up higher

And be something more

Than I have been before,

And thank You for my mind

That always seeks to find

The beautiful and true

And be one with You.

© By James Dillet Freeman

DESIDERATA

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. You have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive God to be; and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.

— Old St. Paul’s Church, Baltimore 1692

The Traveler

She has put on invisibility.

Dear Lord, I cannot see–

But this I know, although the road ascends

And passes from my sight,

That there will be no night;

That You will take her gently by the hand

And lead her on

Along the road of life that never ends,

And she will find it is not death but dawn.

I do not doubt that You are there as here,

And you will hold her dear.

Our life did not begin with birth,

It is not of the earth;

And this that we call death, it is no more

Than the opening and closing of a door

And in Your house how many rooms must be

Beyond this one where we rest momentarily.

Dear Lord, I thank You for the faith that frees,

The love that knows it cannot lose its own;

The love that, looking through the shadows, sees

That You and she and I are ever one!

— James Dillet Freeman (Unity School of Christianity, Unity Village, Missouri)