A War Mother's Sorrow - 6/4/07

What war is it
that you must fight
that’ll take you far from home?
Is it worth a human life?
Will you have to give your own?
“It’s a civil war,” you say at last,
“a war for human rights.”
I hear a bomb in the night blast.
Must you really leave tonight?
“I must, dear mother.” You kiss my cheek
and then you walk away.
I won’t see you for fifty-two weeks,
a year minus a day.
When again I see your face
it’s in a casket laid.
Oh, how I long for your embrace,
but all I get is financial aide.

The First of Many More - 2004

I saw you standing there that day
The first of many more
I watched you as you glanced my way
The first of many more
Our conversations lasted long
I knew you heard my heart’s true song
Secrets cloud the sky above
They’ll never understand our love
The glances stopped
Our talks grew few
Secrets shadowed over lies
Your heart grew cold
My heart grew bold
Until one fateful night I found
Myself lost in your eyes
Slowly then, again we saw
The truth behind the tattered wall
Our love they’ll never understand
Perhaps it is the best
Our songs we sing in harmony
Though secrets still may be
The final puzzle piece – a kiss
The first of many more

Picture of a Bleeding Rose - 2003

A single white rose
Sits on the lonely mantle
In a vase without any water
A memory of a love gone past
A fire burns within the hearth
The flames are dancing
Yet slowly dying
A memory of a flame now dead
The rose is wilting
This beautiful white rose
So elegant and pure
A single drop of blood
Falls from the rose
A crimson tear of pain
Once so beautiful and pure
Now stained forever with the blood of hate

And No One Really Cared - 2002

No one knew just who she was,
And no one really cared.
She was always happy,
Never sad.
For some reason,
Unknown to us all
We hated her.
We hated her happiness.
We hated the wonder.
The wonder of why she was happy
Though everyone hated her.
No on e knew just who she was,
And no one really cared.
She was happy,
She was hated,
Until one day
When all that changed…
”The hatred has become too much!”
We heard her say that day
No one knew just what she meant,
And no one really cared.
No one knew her
Yet she was always happy.
Until that day
She just disappeared
As if nothing mattered at ll.
It was almost like a dream.
Here one day and gone the next.
And no one really cared.