April 13th, 2008 . by Cue Ball
Times may be tough, and times may be rough.
We can make it thru, with out getting roughed.
Life may throw us on a loop, or even through a messed up route.
All we can do, is keep plugging along.
So we may sing, our life’s song.
We may choose, to sing this song.
Even before we, hear the gong.
Or we may choose, to ignore the song.
What ever the choice, we may choose.
Will live forever, in our memories.
Until our lives, will fade away.
Some may say, that we move on.
Although we know, our memories will go on.
Every day, reminding us.
Of what we choose, and what we gained.
One choice of mine, left me heart broken.
I lost a love, and also a child.
My ex decided, to hurt me bad.
Now all I am left with, is to be sad.
Anger did come, when I found out.
What had happened, when I was out.
There was no love, from her to me.
Not even for the child, or what it could be.
The child was my love, that I lost.
Just three weeks ago, is when I found out.
That she miscarried, purposely.
My heart was ripped, and shredded alive.
I must move on, and live with out.
Hearing the words daddy, from this child of mine.
I do know, that in due time.
I will see, this child of mine.
In heaven it will be, for my child is an angel.
Watching over me.
All I can say is, I don’t know what to say. She murdered my child.
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July 11th, 2006 . by Cue Ball
My grandmother died last Saturday afternoon. I want to share her favorite song “He walks with me” (In the garden) by Anne Murray. My great-grandmother used to sing this to my grandmother when she was a little girl. My sister sweet_one4now wrote her a poem. I would also like to share a poem I wrote for my grandmother while she lay dying in the hospital.
Death as it comes.
For a few days, death is here.
For one we love, a new life is near.
74 yrs, it will be.
Such a wonderful time, not only for me.
When she will pass, it will hurt us dear.
The time we have spent, she’s shown no fear.
We love her so much, it hurts so bad.
But in heaven, we know she’ll be glad.
Tough times will come, from this trial so great.
Tribulations will come, but we will not break.
Hot summer days, a picnic in the grass.
These are the memories, that will surely last.
Laughter and tears, both we have seen.
Milking the cows, and churning the cream.
Picking up eggs, and cooking the beans.
Washing the laundry, and drying the jeans.
So many memories, most of them will last.
Never can we forget, our wonderful past.
Tough times we have seen, but we’ve made it through.
Stronger we’ve got, this much is true.
A door will close, so very soon.
A new one will open, on a bright moon.
One we may lose, that we love so dear.
Another will come, with in a year.
end of poem
And something i would like to add:
“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:16″
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