A simple baby's BlanketAs I roamed the streets of MiddletonAn object caught my eye,A simple baby's blanketHung bright against the sky.I wondered as I stood thereThe stories it could tell,Like where it may have came fromOr if it was treated well.And as I thought these thoughtsThe blanket floated down,And settled it's old stained clothUpon the dirty ground.The edges were frayed and tattered,Certainly not well made,But the love the owner had for itWas obvious by it's shade.A dirty red like mapleHad set the color in time,But in the past it'd been fairly brightPerhaps a pretty hue of wine.But then my revelationsTurned slightly more astray,When my mind began to wanderBack to my childhood days.The simplest things I'd cherished,No tiny speck unlovedFrom the creaky little cricket,To the mournful turtle dove.So how? -I wonder with slight dismay-Did I forget my past,The truth's my mother taught me,And the day I left her grasp.Yet in this sorrow, I sense,Some grateful feelings rise,For
QuestionsI stood before the Lord one day and asked him where he'd been,When all the bad things in my life threatened to overcome.His answer was a simple one,As easy as can be,I'm always there no matter what,Although you can't see me.Recall the times you sat alone,The times when you were hurt,I sat beside you all the while, whispering comfort.You know the time you ran away?I gently led you home,You see? He said with a knowing smile, you never were alone.I gave you all you prayed for, and cared for all your needs,And though you some times went astray, I answered all your pleads.Now go my child and be a light, So all of man will see,That I was always there for you, and there I'll always be.
Highschool sweetheartWe were high school sweethearts,But we are done! I said,But I as I lay here writing this,I wish I chose you instead.So if I had made that choice,This is what I'd say,Instead of breaking up with you,And turning my back that day. I want to always be with you,To hold at bay your fears,To gently kiss away the doubt,And brush away your tears.I want to be your helper,Your companion and your guide,To help you through the struggles,In me you can reside.I'll hold you at the altar,I'll comfort you at home,And if you ever need me,Just call and I will come. When we start growing older,I'll cherish in my heart,The fond and gentle memories,until death do us part.
Dad, you're my heroWith a nod and a smile, the father gives praise,To his son who, with confidence, holds a picture up raised.The boy cocks his head, and a frown appears,Something's not right, he scratches his ear;Suddenly he brightens and scribbles a note,And his father leans forward to see what he wrote."Dad you're my hero" the awkward text read,And the father plants a kiss on the top of his head.Twenty years Later, the boy's moving home,His father is dying, and doesn't want to be alone.The boy steps into the small hospital room,Not much time left, he'll be dying soon.With quite a big effort, the father sits up,And asks for some water in a Styrofoam cup.The boy hands it to him, and the older man drinks,And thanks him with a smile and a wink.After a pause, the father clears his throat,And pulls out a picture of two men in a boat." Kept this in my pocket, since you were ten,""Never had anything as dear since then."Want you to have this, won't do me any good,"Soon I'll be buried in a
True LoveTrue LoveTrue love is the feeling, that warms you deep inside,When the first time that you meet,You catch each other's eye.True love is the knowledge, that relationships are hard,But realizing very well,You could never be apart.