poetry

"A Look Back" (1993)
I went that day, that day of grief
to find my father crying
and soon his cries echoed my own,
for I learned my mother was dying.
The hospital I went ,
that night to see
the mother I loved,
she was crying for me.
"Cry not for me, my sweet, mother"
I said, "I will survive"
and yet my heart felt like lead.
I wouldn't survive,
of that I felt sure.
But I put on a smile,
and walked out the door.
That night I awoke startled with fear,
"Don't worry" said my father,
"I will be here"
"Don't let her leave us"
I begged to my dad.
"I'm sorry but the cancer has grown, it's spread everywhere"
How, oh how can this be?
It seems just yesterday that she was holding me.
Don't tell me this,
don't tell me she's dead,
I can't comprehend, sorrowful thoughts fill my head.
I stay up all night, wishing she were here,
to calm all my fears, to hold me so near.
As time passes by, my memory grows dim.
Has it been so long ago when everything seemed grim?
Time has elapsed,
time has passed by,
and within a life span
I have finally waved good-bye.

"Illumination" (1996)
As she stares into the candlelight
Illuminations of what could be
dance before her eyes.
In these past weeks she has come to know darkness well,
for stolen moments have no boundaries of night or day.
Night is easier,
the darkness wraps around each,
as they entwine around each other.
Darkness is more forgiving than the daylight.
It is the catalyst which allows their passions to ignite...

"Jennifer Lyn" (1995)
Where has that smile gone?
The one of innocent bliss.
The smiles we used to exchange,
the smiles I so often miss.
We've been together from the start,
ever since our lives began,
It seemed that God had brought us together,
in His bigger plan.
Now that we are older we've gone our seperate ways.
Nothing seems to matter,
our lives mere numbered days.
But if you ever need to talk,
or laugh and cry with someone who knows...
Pick up the phone or call my name,
for you'll always be my oldest friend.