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Month of Missing

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Wendy and Holden. (C) Union Leader Corporation. 2016.

Must it be that the light which stood for hope and the promise in change,
In an instant is obliterated, senselessly by the unsafe and deranged?
Is there no lucidity in a month of moments ensuring one can share the pain?
A luminary is gone, one who would, in time, opponents’ favor to gain.
Who has sight to see the symptoms on society before they leave yet for school?
Call it as I see it, taken from our crown, this most precious jewel.
Look it up, anything unidentified by man, tis the meaning of the word tefft.
Yet the story seems true enough, a life tragically taken, moreover a theft.
Those whose path was swayed, should come together, that the young not wander.
The rest of us that knew, well we are left to cry, and yet to ponder.

 

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Forever Rest In Peace

Today we come together to remember one of us, one held so dear.

I implore you to ensure that her sweet, smiling spirit ne’er disappear.

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Precisely Vague

I am not sure where to begin. I started here because this is where the top of my page begins. But maybe, I should start from the bottom because some things feel like they’ve just recently been turned upside down.

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Time for the Sky

How could I have been so busy that I didn’t have time for the sky?

The setting I seek, to drift, and ponder each and every why.

The Backbone

How do I sleep, when all my blood, it boils?

Watching as all the effort, it goes to spoils.

 

How do I breathe when fire steals the air?

When the driven are reduced to despair.

 

How do I feel, when all is gone, slumped alone?

The final straw, reducing to rubble, the backbone.

 

How do I cry, there’s no more tears to weep?

It seems the reward no longer meets the upkeep.

 

How do I pull sanity from the world so real?

A heart bursts, and no longer can conceal.

Oh Mother

Happy Mother’s Day Mom!

One night a couple of months ago, I was tired and my mind was overflowing. I needed at least a little downtime and some quiet. I sat alone at my keyboard, and I felt a poem, a rhythm, that I needed to capture.

Grammy enjoys handing out the gifts

Eventually I turned on some music and I came across this instrumental that I have grown to thoroughly enjoy. To me, this tune playing and the flow of words go hand in hand. That’s how I see it and hear it. Either way, this is how it came out.

 

 

 

Oh Mother I am grown now, can I turn it back some how?
Just to live life again, but to see you then, as I do now.

 

Oh Mother hold me again, as only you could, and did.
In your eyes, and in my heart, forever linked, just a kid.

 

Oh Mother rock me to sleep, another day got the best of me.
The mountain casts its shadow, it’s just a mole hill you see.

 

Oh Mother sing those songs I wish to hear, I remember the scene.
The words escape me, sing some more, because I know what they mean.

 

Oh Mother prepare home the way you do, for us and visitors too.
It’s the way I learned to serve the rest, give of myself, just like you.

 

Oh Mother look again into the dark, and always find the light.
I don’t often question, having learned you’re most often right.

 

Oh Mother walk hand in hand with the Lord, I needed all of you both.
The darkest times I pulled through hearing you, leaning on Him the most.

 

Oh Mother there’s a melody in the air, it dances with all that I can see.
I know you’d appreciate it too, if only in this place you could also be.

 

Oh Mother talk with me, ask me again about this thing or about that.
Any day is better when I get the chance, to visit with you, just to chat.

 

Oh Mother, I recall, you did tell me there’d be some days just like these.
In your words, your wisdom, your silent prayers, my heart you did appease.

 

Oh Mother hold my hand one more time like you used to, all our time spent.
You steadied me with strength, with balance, and with love twas heaven-sent.

 

Oh Mother let me get lost in the sea of words I’d use to commend you.
My talks with you, recalling your brother, my mind somehow renews.

 

Oh Mother the beautiful song plays as I think of you, my heart sings.
For you it was about the people, the time, the love, but never the things.

 

Oh Mother forgive me, forgive me for the ignorance of my youth.
I learned the hard way that the freedom I sought, was buried in truth.

 

Oh Mother I know you don’t like to be the one elevated to this height.
For me though, I’d lift always, trusting nobody more, to convey their sight.

 

Oh Mother where did the time go? I never really wanted to leave.
Though into this life I went, adulthood an idea I reluctantly conceived.

 

Oh Mother it’s a treasure to hear your voice, to see you, a sparkle in your eye.
I’m a better man, even falling short of your example, but willing to try.

 

Oh Mother how did you make the bumps along the way appear so smooth?
Ever learning, your tender tones and soft loving voice always do soothe.

 

Oh Mother, each day is truly a gift, and for you, I’d multiply them all just to give.
In the end, this world with you present, and praying, is a great place to live.

 

My Christmas Eve Memory

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