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Written by Jenny Harris
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Friday, 19 October 2007 15:54 |
Every day brings something different
Each day brings something that's new
Whether it's new found feelings of happiness
Or thinking of something I should have said to you
I wake each day feeling lonely
I go to bed feeling that same way too
The habits are breaking slowly
But I still can't stop missing you
The phones don't ring like they used to
The places we went aren't so important anymore
I'm used to those things being missing
Yet I'm still hurting right down to the core
I try to take each day as it comes
I've stopped trying to fill in the gap
I've accepted that I can no longer have you
Even though my heart still lies on your lap
I'm still mixed up confused and lonely
And everyone outside seems to forget
That I'm missing the most special person
And that I'm not nearly over him yet
Some people see life as a whole
The don't need to break it down to cope
I'm breaking it down and getting by day by day
My existence is like a knotted up rope
I need someone to love and feel close to
I want to be special again so very bad
I know I'll never feel the way that I want to
No one can love me like I was loved by my dad
I write because it makes me feel close to you
I like to think that you can hear what I say
I know I'm probably just being silly
But it helps me get by day by day
Love you Dad xxx
Copyright Jenny Harris, November 28, 2002
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Written by Danielle
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Friday, 19 October 2007 15:46 |
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Mornings come
And evenings go
We lost a hero 8 months ago
Every night I'd watch the news,
But I never thought my brother
would be the next for our country to lose
A political war, a nation's hate
And you defending your country
Brought upon your terrible fate
In this fight for peace there are no winners
And while we kill off each other
We are all to blame—we are all sinners
More boys are still dying
And so many families are left crying
The flame of your memory will never go out
I think of you while I try to understand what this war's all about
I can't help but think that there's more I could've done
And all I have left are memories of laughter and fun
Don't ever think that I have forgot
It shall stay with me forever
That day you were shot
So with all my love I bid my goodbye
Till we meet again up above in the sky
Mornings still come,
And evenings still go
When I lost my dear brother 8 months ago
Copyright © 2002 Danielle. All rights reserved.
About the author: Danielle (bunnydani) I'm 17 years old. I was born in South Africa and moved to Israel 4 years ago. My brother, Steven was killed while serving in the Israeli army.
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Written by Floria Kelderhouse
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Friday, 19 October 2007 15:38 |
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Twas fourty short years ago,
When, I first heard his cry.
This tiny boy with golden hair,
And large brown twinkling eyes.
Just fourty short years ago,
'Twas a pleasure to hear his cry.
And the child grew to become such a man.
Only to die!
Only to die!
The grave now covered with leaves.
And flowers strewn about.
The headstone black that holds his name.
Forever I shall feel without.
He was the most wonderful son.
And so filled my heart with joy.
Oh how I miss, the man, my son.
The child, my baby boy.
Inspiration: My son George Feb 24, 1960—Dec.5,2000
Copyright: 2001 Floria Kelderhouse
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Written by Lessa
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Friday, 19 October 2007 15:33 |
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Inspiration: "We are confident, yes, well pleased rather to be
absent from the body and to be present with the Lord." 2 Cr 5:8
Even though my eyes are closed
I know that you are still near.
Even though I cannot speak
You can, and I can still hear.
Tell me anything, talk about your day
Better yet, hold my hand-and maybe even pray.
It's almost time for me to go
To leave this shell behind
This disease has destoyed my body
But it did not touch my mind.
Even though my time on earth
Has come to a painful end
I am in the most wonderful place
I am with Jesus, my very best friend.
Copyright: Lessa 11-25-2001
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Written by Beth Simmns
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Friday, 19 October 2007 15:28 |
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I don't understand
Why you had to go away,
I wasn't done,
I had much more to say.
There were so many things
I wanted to share with you,
So many things,
Left for us to do.
I should've made you talk,
I should've seen through your tears,
I should've been there,
To comfort and calm your fears.
You were my strength,
But I feel I let you down,
Oh what I'd give,
To have you around.
But it's too late,
You're gone now, my friend,
But always know in your heart,
I loved you until the end.
About the Author: I am a 42 year old divorced mother of four wonderful children. I wrote this after my best friend, Tammy committed suicide.
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