In memory of dads who live in heaven and left their daughters behind. “Today I have to admit that i am Daddy’s Girl…..” :
Dad You never said i am leaving,
you never said goodbye.
You were gone before i knew it,
And only God knew why……
If heaven had visiting hours.
I would come every day.
Just to say hey.
Make sure your okay.
Tell you i miss you cause your far away.
Words cant describe how much i miss you.
Days i just wanna hug and kiss you.
I know you’d say I’m strong cause I’m makin it thru.
This life aint easy without you.
If heaven had visting hours.
I wouldn’t cry bout not seeing your face.
I’d just be sad bout the distance and space.
Even thou i know your in a better place.
I just wanna hug you and never let go.
I wish these hours go by slow.
But God obviously needs you more than me thou.
He’s callin you back, its time you go home.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
(Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye)
Don’t love me like a flower, flowers dry out in the summer heat,
Love me like a river, coz river water has a constant beat,
I loved you but just couldn’t tell you,
I didn’t know that you had loved me too.
I met you somewhere, I don’t remember when,
I was too bold and you were too shy then,
I remember the days we would spend just talking,
And at nights just kept on waiting.
I remember how I made you cry that day,
I remember the promises I had to make,
I remember the walks back home,
The long chats on the phone.
I still remember the way you looked at me,
When I said no to marry you,
Your eyes wanted some sign,
To reassure you that I still loved you.
I remember how we fought on silly things,
On how to cook or how to mend broken links,
I remember the way you sang that night,
I try to forget that with all my might.
I don’t know whether you remember those evenings or not,
I don’t know whether you have forgotten my love or what,
But I still love you with all my heart,
I will keep loving you till I breathe my last…
Alone I sit here in the night
With stars and moon that shine so bright
No shadow here just a glimmering light
And a gentle breeze that kiss the leaves goodnight
Alone I sit now that you’ve gone away
I miss you more and more each day
No more can I kiss your soft tender lips
No hands to hold or touch each finger tips
Alone I sit and look at your chair
How empty it is you’re no longer there
No more can I see your loving smile
Or hold and hug you or smell your hair
Alone I sit what shall I do
My love for you and always so true
And never ever shall that love end
When some day we shall again
This poem was written/submitted by Robert Harrison.
I cant Let it out
get the words across.
I need to do something,
do the thing I’ve been meaning to do.
But i have
no choice, no voice,
no mellow-drama, continual pause,
punctuating silence with stillness and stillness with words.
to let go
to go slow
to put together the last big show.
I’ll finally be able to
let it out
get it out
I don’t know why I kept on living
how I keep going?
that’s not interesting;
turn away, turn of thought;
let it go, let it rot.
I don’t know why I keep going
there’s nothing keeping me here
no reasons to stay
without feeling; without thought; without words;
just a humble of sound and confusion.
there’s no reason to stay
I don’t want any of this
none of this will do fine
jut leave all here;
leave it behind.
Today is the day
I will go away
But I’d like to say
a simple GoodBye.
I sure am missing you
Wishing I was kissing you
Holding you like I used to do
Whispering in your ear things I have kept silent for years
Sharing the laughter and all the tears
Telling Hopes and dreams that we held so dear
Feelings we had for each other that we painted so crystal clear
But now you are no longer here.. to hear or share them.
You left in rush, keeping your last words all hushed
My laughter no longer soothed your heart
The tears we shed together drowned us
Those once sweet whispers became the forceful winds of change tearing us apart
The hopes and dreams just seemed turned in to dust
Love and trust left us ,
The Tears mixed with the lust for blood
leaving nothing but pools of mud which sticks like **** on a blanket
Now all I have left to remind me of you
is a pitiful picture in my head
And a deep scar upon my heart and a little wooden cross that I made that fatal day ..and a plaque in my garden that reads
Baby Blue is DEAD ..and I’ll always, forever from now on
be missing you.
Vortex malevolent, hell descent.
working against light,
efforts to blot it out.
Scaling dark shadows,
working man’s weakness like putty,
an identity unknown,
yet so closely to us it floats.For what reason does it exist-
A natural fear? A purposed malice?
It is unclear… I try to identify…
Digging deeply through my internal archives
I search as much as I can to understand.
The darkest of all I peek toward.
It’s the darkest of all…
A forked tongue creature,
with talons jagged and blood red,
breathes out the word…
with a dark and sinister sigh,
it floats like smoke in the air,
a black and putrid stench,
instilling grave fear.
no negative extraneous fearful addition.
~The process where life will finish.~
A turn of accent.
Fearful connotations melted away.
Looked at plainly, neutrally portrayed.
Less dramatic smoke and lasers,
mystifying death- the ultimate DANGER.
Look at in an altered light;
black and white.
It’s no more horrendous,
just simply a transformation
awaiting each of us.
Simply a moment when experiences
will come to an end,
lungs deflate, heart arrest,
eyes shut, in time body corrupts,
mind’s destination…. unknown,
it has never been demonstrated,
post mortems fail to show.
be it like the heart; arrest-
is it a daunting prospect?
We have a fear of ceasing to exist,
personally I do not fear it.
When the time has come and
life is done, there’s nothing to prevent it,
better to anticipate than try,
to separate yourself from it.
Am we ought to fear death?
It’s essence is completely unknown.
so when it comes the time to face it,
Be prepared to lose everything.
After all, what is wrong with being nothing?
Caught up in the idea of an ego,
a self, when really there’s nothing much to us,
worldly associations, a name…when stripped away,
were no different to one another, all the same,
why fear the prospect of nothingness,
strip away the worldliness’ death,
transcend to a higher plain,
death is not a loss…
Death is just a process.