December 24th, 2007 . by Cue Ball
You are my life.
You are my day.
You are my light.
You are my way.
You make me laugh.
You make me cry.
You make me smile.
You make me sigh.
You I want to see when I wake up.
You I want to see when I go to sleep.
As I look at you, when you sleep.
All I think, is just one more peep.
I’m lost in your ways.
Lost in your days.
Lost in your look.
Just like in a good book.
I can never seem, To get enough.
Especially when, I try to be tough.
I want to laugh, I want to cry.
All I want, is to be by your side.
I see now, that you’ll be there.
Right by my side, by taking the dare.
You know the price, yet you don’t care.
I am thankful, that you’ll be there.
We can say a million words.
But none can compare.
To a beauty and compassion,
That shows you care.
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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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