September 13th, 2006 by pet

Two thousand one, nine eleven
Three thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, “Lets sit, lets chat”

They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud
“I have a dream!” and once he did
The Newcomer said, “Your dream still lives.”

Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
“We’re from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine”
The Newcomer said, “You died not in vain.”

From a man on sticks one could hear
“The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said, “We know the rest,
trust us sir, we’ve passed that test.”

“Courage doesn’t hide in caves
You can’t bury freedom, in a grave,”
The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores

A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day

“Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church and clipped coupons
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we’re not”

The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, “Don’t talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me”

Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just ’cause they must

Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell, but not alone
“Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!”

So said Martin, as he watched the scene
“Even from nightmares, can be born a dream.”

Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in ‘45

The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
“I see pain, I see tears,
I see sorrow — but I don’t see fear.”

“You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You’re not really gone.

All of those people, even those who’ve never met you
All of their lives, they’ll never forget you
Don’t you see what has happened?
Don’t you see what you’ve done?
You’ve brought them together, together as one.

With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
“Take my hand,” and from there he led
three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven

What a shame!

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Seven Years

July 8th, 2006 by pet

My daughter was killed by a drunk driver 7 years ago today.
It was a senseless and selfish act by someone who
Had previous drunk driving convictions.
His life went on, hers ended.

Marzie, this is for you……….

Your name
Is whispered from my lips, as I wake and remember
I breathe deeply to stay calm yet
My heart pounds so hard I can hear it.
Grief, sharp and new again bites my mind.
Missing you overwhelms my heart

I remember the feel of
your hair soft and clean tucked under my chin….
your arms tucked around my neck.
Singing the silly songs I made up while we rocked.

Growing up you became an artist
You were so awesome…
Away to the Island you went
just days after graduation..

You were so happy.I was so proud.

The police at the door, the flight to Michigan
Denial, denial….hard was
the realization you were really dead.

I am touched by sadness loss Emptiness Life without you
I pretend you’re here sometimes,
us having coffee, fixing the world.
All the talks we had I replay.
All your questions… Your paintings your poetry
I had a glimpse of your brilliance

Today the quiet is magnified, silence Thunders in my ears.
Who you were…my darling daughter your smile, your beauty
your joy of life and love of God .

Make me wish that you were still here.
Just for a moment more with you.
Just one more hug.

I thank God for our lifetime together.

Your soul is exalted in God’s presence
Your spirit waltzes in Gods arms
For that I am so thankful.

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Kat would be 51

May 31st, 2006 by pet

Sometimes tears fall.
Grief overwhelms my heart
And I sob
I wake up and race the critters out the door

I flee to the yard
Bury my face in a pony’s mane.
Evoking thoughts of home until
He steps on my foot.
Tries to chew on my braid….

BuddyTheDog asks what’s wrong as I sob
BlackJack dashes around chasing moonbeams.

Tigger sits in the window watching anxiously..

The MasterOfTheUniverse walks out with a cup of coffee
as I swing looking nowhere

Dawn hasn’t broken.
The moon is shining softly on paradise.
The home we are so blessed with,
The scent of the roses is almost overwhelming.
I know I have been blessed with this man.
My Partner, My soul mate

With silent tears he sits down next to me
He Asks with love what he can do..
Its 4 am
I have no Answer. Only tears

My heart is broken
Too many losses,

Heal it.
Give me peace about our daughter Marzie
Give me peace about Kat
And my momma,
And my daddy.
He takes my hand and prays with me
for me

Please God have mercy on us..
I look at the greatest man on earth, my husband,
The MasterOfTheUniverse
And hug him knowing that Gods Mercy is always before us
And smile thru tears

Just love me as I cry please

I miss our daughter
And momma
I miss my dad
I miss Kat

Grief has no time frame and sometimes it’s just damned inconvenient
And what are we doing in the yard at 4 am anyway!

Thank you God for this man,

Kat would be 51
I know she is celebrating in heaven!
I love you.
Happy Birthday
I miss you

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