A rosebush is like a family.
Each home is a rose.
The petals the people.
Just as people pass.
The petals fall.
Eventually the rose is bare.
A home may close.
The flower may wither.
But the rosebush keeps growing.
Each petal is remembered.
Every rose is not forgot.
The rosebush is not lost.
So remember each petal.
And don’t forget each rose.
Watch as the rosebush grows.
I sit in my cell,
Thinking about my sin,
Wondering what I have done,
Thinking about him,
I sit on my own.
I stand by the window,
Thinking what is love really,
Wondering what could have been done,
Thinking what is reality,
I stand by myself.
I love a man,
Thinking what is wrong,
Wondering what society has done,
Thinking why love is gone,
I love on my own.
You once said I love you without force,
Without pain, without remorse,
What we had was special,
But the bitterness came,
First it was just arguing,
Behind locked doors, then in public.
I once said I love you without wincing,
Without a sigh, without rolling my eyes,
What we had felt right,
But the cruelty came,
And we drifted apart,
Lived separately, Then moved apart.
We once said I love you without spite,
Without sarcasm, Without venum,
What we had worked,
But what finally came,
And finally ended it,
Was sharp words, and harsher jibes.
Merry Christmas Dad,
I know that you’re not here,
It doesn’t mean you’re not,
In my heart this year.
This is our first year without you,
Your first birthday not here,
The first time I cant say,
Merry Christmas, and see you next year.
We all know loss,
At some point in life.
Weather its a pet,
Brother or wife.
They all hurt,
In their unique way.
And everyone has,
Something to say.
Life seems unfair,
At least for a moment.
But remember them,
And hold them close.
As if they never went away.
You changed the world with your stories,
Changed the way movies are franchised,
Built universes not just characters,
And gave us all something to Marvel at.
Rest in piece Stan Lee (1922-2018)
Lest we forget the guns all stopped firing,
Lest we forget the drums all stopped banging,
Lest we forget the bells strike eleven,
Lest we forget the guys up in heaven,
Lest we forget all the lives that were lost,
Lest we forget all the shock that it caused,
Lest we forget the pain and the suffering,
Lest we forget the blood and the pain,
Lest we forget the poppy and it’s meaning,
Lest we forget the cause of it all,
Lest we forget this armistice day.