My Picture – Sympathy Poems

I put in it, and all I knew
Of canvas-cunning and of Art,
Of tenderness and passion true.
A worshipped Master came to see;
Oh he was kind and gentle, too.
He studied it with sympathy,
And sensed what I had sought to do.

Said he: “Your paint is fresh and fair,
And I can praise it without cease;
And yet a touch just here and there
Would make of it a masterpiece.”
He took the brush from out my hand;
He touched it here, he touched it there.
So well he seemed to understand,
And momently it grew more fair.

Oh there was nothing I could say,
And there was nothing I could do.
I thanked him, and he went his way,
And then – I slashed my picture through.
For though his brush with soft caress
Had made my daub a thing divine,
Oh God! I wept with bitterness,
. . . It wasn’t mine, it wasn’t mine.
(by Robert William Service)

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Forgive – Sympathy Poems

I remember the day like yesterday
When I looked into your heart,
I thought I saw forever,
But forever fell apart.
I never knew this day would come,
Not in a million years.
That I would be sitting here without you,
To wipe away my tears.

I never believed you’d kill yourself,
I thought it was a joke.
Till i heard the gun go off,
My heart leapt to my throat.
Nobody understood what happened,
Nobody really knew why,
I was the only one who knew you wanted to die.

I told myself it was meant to be,
But i knew it was a lie.
The thought of living without you,
Still makes me cry.

So I’m sitting here without you,
Four years since that day.
The day the boy I was meant to love,
Went so very far away.

I seem to love another now,
Just like you said I would.
But life here without you,
Still isn’t very good.

I know you’d be so proud of me,
To see how much I’ve changed.
I’m learning to trust again,
To break away the chains.
The ones that held my walls so tight,
That no one could get in.
I’m learning to love myself again,
I’m learning to Forgive…
(by Amber D. Shipler)

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Not So Very Long Ago – Sympathy Poems

Once upon a time
Not so very long ago
I lost my brother Randy
To suicide, you know.

In a lonely motel room
Just a few miles down the road
He gave his life to God that day
To unburden a heavy load.

His life on earth was 38 years,
Too young to cry so many tears.
His heartaches were too much to bear,
For dark clouds had followed him everywhere.

Once upon a time,
Not so very long ago
My precious brother Randy
Decided to let go

With pictures of his children
who were kept away from him
He gazed upon their beloved faces
As the barrel was brought to his chin.

And in that final hour
As all hope disappeared,
His tears began to shower
Down his face of 38 years.

In his deep depression
One thing he failed to see…
His life was very precious
to Mom, Dad and me.

Once upon a time
Not so very long ago
Randy chose to leave us
Thought he knew we loved him so

Along with his life, he took our hearts
And shook our very souls
Leaving us with the crumbled pieces
To grieve our loss forevermore.

Once upon a time,
Not so very long ago
Randy found the peach he sought
In God’s loving arms, you know.

Brother, You are forever
in my heart and thoughts
and sadly missed by sissy

Written in loving tribute to my brother Dana R. Gubaci (Randy)
May 3, 1963 – July 4, 2001
(by Teresa Callahan)

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