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Written by Cindy Adkins
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Sunday, 27 September 2009 06:30 |
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The 25th of December, 1980 was the year, came the birth of a child,
who gave the Adkins much cheer.
Christopher was the name given to the boy, which gave this family so much joy.
He grew up so quickly, as all of them do, he seemed to keep growing,
he grew and he grew.
At a very young age, a man he did grow,
with a heart the same size, we all learned to know.
Anything with two to four wheels he loved to play,
to go hunting or fishing, away he would stray.
The 9th of June 2002 was that fateful day, when God decided to take Chris away.
No pain did he feel, as in his hands God did hold, this very big man, so happy and bold.
"A Guardian Angel, I make this one today,"
least I suspect, is what God had to say.
So when things get tough and are hard to bear, close your eyes, and Chris will be there.
With a "Dew" in his hand and that big, ol' grin on his face,
with us all, in our hearts, is now his place.
Copyright © 2003 by Cindy Adkins. All rights reserved. |
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Written by W.C. Judge
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Sunday, 20 September 2009 05:34 |
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Sparkle in sunshine
Dew-drop from a leaf
Oh fair Elfin princess
Under what stars do you now dwell
Sweet song drifting through the valley
Fresh breeze softly through your hair
Gentle footsteps silent, what forest
Our beloved woodland sprite
Laughter on the wind
Carefree, joyous, giggles
My heart so deep in sorrow
An empty aching place
So many teardrops falling
Like rain upon the sea
So many moments lost
The sun reflected your brilliance
The moon your enchanted glow
Each star your glorious sparkle
I'm sad
Copyright 2002 W.C. Judge. All rights reserved. |
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Written by Kirsti A. Dyer, MD, MS
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Sunday, 20 September 2009 04:44 |
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I find an old photograph
and see your smile.
As I feel your presence anew,
I am filled with warmth
and my heart remembers love.
I read an old card
sent many years ago
during a time of turmoil and confusion.
The soothing words written then
still caress my spirit
and bring me peace.
I remember who you used to be
the laughter we shared
and wonder what you have become.
Where are you now,
Where did you go,
When the body is left behind
and the spirit is released to fly?
Perhaps you are the morning bird
singing joyfully at sunrise,
or the butterfly that dances
so carelessly on the breeze
or the rainbow of colors
that brightens a stormy sky
or the fingers of afternoon mist
delicately reaching over the mountains
or the final few rays of the setting sun
lighting up the skies
edging the clouds with a magical glow.
I miss your being
but I feel your presence,
In whatever form you choose to take,
however you now choose to be.
Your spirit has become for me
a guardian angel on high
guiding, advising, and watching over me.
I remember you.
You are with me
and I am not afraid.
Copyright © 1996 Kirsti A. Dyer, MD, MS. All rights reserved. |
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Written by Cherry
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Sunday, 14 June 2009 14:23 |
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I have my issues as you can see.
But it seems as though you're not looking out for me.
I know in my heart it's all in my head
and I try to forget as I lay in my bed.
I don't feel good, I think Satan is trying to get to me
But I tell him "God will help, you will see."
God, I know how many people pay
but most of them have to pay.
You try your best I know that's true
and there's so many things you must do.
So hear my prayer as I speak to you
I need some help, as much as you could do.
I hurt so bad down deep inside
and no one knows but it's getting harder to hide.
So i ask you once more to please help me
I know you will try, I'll just wait and see.
I feel as though I'm living in hell
but I'm not sure, it's really hard to tell.
I know I sin, yes I do
but I ask for forgiveness from you.
So please help me as I lay here and cry
and feel as though I should curl up and die.
Please once more, and thank you in advance,
for helping me and giving me a chance.
Copyright © 2003 Cherry. All rights reserved.
About the Author: I am 15 years old and attending Lee Senior High School. I love to write poems in my spare time and most of them are sad. This poem is about me, a young girl who can't deal with life without the help of God. |
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Written by Kyrie
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Saturday, 06 June 2009 15:35 |
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Your light only shone briefly but bright in my heart
I feel blessed to have known you
To have held you in my arms
Your time in my life was the most precious by far
I'll never forget you or stop loving you ever
Sleep now with angels, Taleb, and one day, we will be together
Copyright © 2003 Kyrie. All rights reserved.
About the Author: This is about the death of my 6-week-old son. |
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