Another Reminder Your Not There


When I see the news,
It reminds me,
When I visit the shops,
It reminds me,
Fathers day,
Another reminder,
Family packs,
Without the father,
Advertising emails,
For father and son,
Another sting,
Now that your gone.

Goodbye, Farewell, So Long.


Each day I go out,
I forget your aren’t here,
When I walk to work,
You are just there,
You must be at home,
Where else would you be,
I’m not convincing myself,
It’s just the way it has been,
Then I remember,
And I twinge a little inside,
You aren’t at home,
And haven’t “just popped out,
For a while,”
No,
You are gone,
And can never be seen,
No quick visit,
Or just a cup of tea,
I have to remind myself,
Before I try to call,
You are not here,
No, not at all,
So before I forget,
And dream you are home,
let me say goodbye,
farewell and so long.

For A Fallen Petal


A person is like a petal,
Each one adds to the flower,
As a person adds to a family,
Eventually a petal falls.
***
Over time that gap will fill,
Although now time stands still,
And for now the gap is obvious,
But the gap is there for all of us.
***
There is a time for every petal,
As there is a time for all of us,
And when our petal falls,
We will land on God’s grass.

Today I Thought Of You


I thought of you today,
That is nothing new,
But I cannot tell you.
***
You were always there,
And I never knew,
How much I’d miss you.
***
So in the words you loved,
Life’s a piece of shit,
When you look at it.
***
Without you here,
I’ll live by your ways,
And enjoy my life.

Our Lady of Paris


She has stood the test of time,
A sight for all who visit.
A mainstay of masonry,
A standing of french missionary,
Now she crumbles to the ground.
Reclaimed by time and land,
Today we stand with the French,
Hurting round the world as one.
She flickers in the red and amber,
lighting up the Paris skyline,
Where she once stood so prominent.
So long, our lady,
We cry.

Another Petal Falls


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.
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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.
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So remember each petal.
And don’t forget each rose.
Watch as the rosebush grows.

Illegal Love Of 1947


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.