Why Have You Taken Him From Me ( Kyrielle)
I leaf through photos of my life.
Exposed are all my joys and strife.
My son in one smiles with glee.
Why have you taken him from me?
With brothers and sister in this frame
They're plotting how to play a game.
Now my tears start pouring free.
Why have you taken him from me?
Here my husband holds his hand;
With fishing poles at the lake they stand.
Now his father stands there lonely
Why have you taken him from me?
At night when I lay down my head
It hits me; my darling son is dead.
I ask with tears cried sorrowfully
Why have you taken him from me?
Sunday Morning Papers
The Vessel
The petals of the rose, with stamens cradled in,
Protected in the center, where life began within.
It softly cups its hands, around the center rose.
Protected from the wind, that sometimes coldly blows.
And with each passing day, the rose does open wide.
The stamens standing tall, that were hiding deep inside.
The petals growing weak , before they start to leave,
Some fall to the wayside, As all the others grieve.
While each, softly falls, their life is almost done.
They've held their heads up high, to brightly shining sun.
And now they look for shade, and darkness of the night,
Quietly they leave, Soon they'll be out of site.
Slowly stamens die, they say their last good-byes,
How lone and bare my vase, I sadly dry my eyes.
The stem now stands alone, His duty he's fulfilled,
I solemnly take the vase, out the water's spilled.
My vase now stands alone, looking barren and sad,
Waiting for fresh flowers, with many petals clad.
How empty vessel is, where heart has died this day.
And life no longer dwells, where soul has gone away.
Brotherly Love-George-Joanna
This May Be The Day
Be kind to one another every day,
Don't ever let your anger stay.
You never know if this may be the day
That you have to say good-bye.
Love and hold each other when you meet,
Don't ever withhold your love complete.
For this could be the last time that you greet,
You may not get the chance to say good-bye.
Have no regrets for things you haven't done.
Never let your anger go down with the sun.
Count all your blessings one by one,
This may be the day you say good-bye
This may be the day !
Tender George
Time Does Not Wait
Hour by hour, day by day,
Time passes by in a desperate way.
Minutes fly by as do seconds,
Time waits for no one, to us it beckons,
When we are young we want to be grown
Then as we turn older " to be young" we moan.
Time can be an enemy, always ready.
It waits for no one, it's movement so steady.
Every second not used is wasted,
Savor each minute, hold it and taste it.
Relish it long and hold it dear.
Live it with hope, and not with fear.
Time takes flight, travels so fast,
Never can you relive the past.
Hold on to each and every sweet essence
Of time that you treasure in pure acquiescence.
Along this road will you travel no more,
Just one endeavor
Then closes the door.
George-Gary-Ken-new sister Joanna
The Heavens Surely Sing
Is it my imagination,
Or is the sky bluer today?
Are the trees a brighter color,
Are the birds more happy and gay?
Are the flowers more alive
Than they have ever been before?
Is there a special breath of fresh air
When I open up the door?
Since you've gone my son
I miss you more and more.
But you are in the heavens
With our Lord
And I see your spirit sprinkled,
In every earthly thing.
You are part of the universe
And the heavens surely sing.
Cracks In My Heart
The cracks in my heart
sprout with seeds of love
that flourish in
bitterest times.
The tears from my soul
nourish these seeds
that thrive in the cracks
of my heart.
Our Three Sons-George-Gary-Ken
My Bouquet
Some days I sing, some days I cry.
My soul's the one determines why.
Sometimes it laughs, sometimes it mourns.
On my bouquet are many thorns.
Wake up each day face a dark cloud.
My happiness wrapped in a shroud.
The day begins; to me it scorns.
On my bouquet are many thorns.
Lay down my head, dark nights begun.
With the sad setting of the sun.
From all my sorrows my heart mourns.
On my bouquet are many thorns.
Curious George
The Candle, My Soul
The flame now casting shadows on the wall,
As it's sweet scent is wafting through the air.
No longer can this loneliness forestall,
And how much sorrow is a soul to bear.
For as I watch the life of flame so dim,
I do perceive a life that will expire.
And as the blackened wick now looks so grim,
In sorrow I await the end of fire.
For as the life is spent in time of years
And every day that goes does not return.
So too the candle melts to disappear,
As flames devour the wick, I watch it burn.
And never more shall this one candle be,
For life it had and only once it lives.
The soul that God has given us so free,
It flies on high to meet Him and relives.
Christmas-Is This For Me?
I Sorrow Still
This sorrowed night, I mourn my loss.
I cannot sleep, I turn and toss
As memories still burn so bright.
I mourn my loss this sorrowed night.
I now recall when he was born.
T'was sunny then, that happy morn.
How could I know that death would call.
When he was born, I now recall.
When he was small so good was he.
We played as he sat on my knee
And then one day he learned to crawl.
So good was he when he was small.
He grew to be a handsome man.
His future bright he then began.
His pleasure was to fish at sea.
A handsome man he grew to be.
I sorrow still from that sad day.
Who would believe t'would end that way.
It must have been our Father's will.
From that sad day, I sorrow still.
