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mum
to cherish a moment,
is to hold something,
dear,
in your heart,
like in life
it lives with you,
the angel hom i cherish,
is my mother,
who in every day believes in me,
no matter,
what wrongs i do,
this angel lives with me,
all of my life,
my mother
is to hold something,
dear,
in your heart,
like in life
it lives with you,
the angel hom i cherish,
is my mother,
who in every day believes in me,
no matter,
what wrongs i do,
this angel lives with me,
all of my life,
my mother
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
sent to mum on mothers day
Little Ones
We forged a bond when we were kids to always stick together
As a sister I'd stand by you, and try to make things better
You were so little and lost, and grown-ups can be so cruel
I made it my life's mission to take good care of you
We clung to one another as those years went by
A lonely, loveless childhood, we helped each other cry
We wondered if our mother was really like they said
We hurt for her and missed her, and cried for her in bed
The awful things they told us of how she went away
And that she didn't want us, and wouldn't even stay
So you and I, we bonded, each one had a part
We nurtured one another, to sooth our broken hearts
I wonder about the fate of those two little kids
If God in His sweet wisdom had not chosen as He did
You see, dear one, it's no mistake He gave us to each other
He did it 50 years ago, He'd do it still another
The bond we swore those years ago, will always live within me
We're every age we've ever been, our childhood is our history
And if I could have had it perfect, but had it without you
Then I wouldn't change one minute, because this I know is true
In a world that only contradicts whatever you believe
Where everyone double-talks, and you're always being deceived
Where you're too young to have a voice, and left without a mother
Two little kids found a way, when they bonded with each other
Copyright© 2004
All Rights Reserved
As a sister I'd stand by you, and try to make things better
You were so little and lost, and grown-ups can be so cruel
I made it my life's mission to take good care of you
We clung to one another as those years went by
A lonely, loveless childhood, we helped each other cry
We wondered if our mother was really like they said
We hurt for her and missed her, and cried for her in bed
The awful things they told us of how she went away
And that she didn't want us, and wouldn't even stay
So you and I, we bonded, each one had a part
We nurtured one another, to sooth our broken hearts
I wonder about the fate of those two little kids
If God in His sweet wisdom had not chosen as He did
You see, dear one, it's no mistake He gave us to each other
He did it 50 years ago, He'd do it still another
The bond we swore those years ago, will always live within me
We're every age we've ever been, our childhood is our history
And if I could have had it perfect, but had it without you
Then I wouldn't change one minute, because this I know is true
In a world that only contradicts whatever you believe
Where everyone double-talks, and you're always being deceived
Where you're too young to have a voice, and left without a mother
Two little kids found a way, when they bonded with each other
Copyright© 2004
All Rights Reserved
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
Written for my "little" brother for Christmas, 2004.
Momma Where Are You ?....
You left without a word Momma,
Oh!, Momma where are you ?....
I'm reeking,,,,
In my soul Momma,
I just don't know what to do....
On the out side,
I'm a child no more,
But someone, to my soul, closed doors.
The child inside me's crying,,,,
Momma,
Momma, where are you ?.....
Please let me know you care, Momma,
Momma, Where are you ?.
I'm searching everywhere,,,,
Momma,
Is there nothing (You), can do ?,
To let me know your there,
That your soul's,
Still on the earth,
Oh!, Momma, Momma, Momma, where are you,?...
They say they've seen you,
Here and there,
Momma....
When I ask questions,
No-one cares.
Momma,,,,
Oh!, Momma,,,,
Whats the child,,,,
Inside of me surposed to do....
I'm waiting every day,
Hoping you'll come back this way, Momma.
Do you think that you could say,
That you're alright.
I'll leave the front door open wide,
The window candle's burning bright...
It's lights the way back to your child,,,,
On darkest night....
Momma.....
06/03/2013....
Liza Mc Beth....
Oh!, Momma where are you ?....
I'm reeking,,,,
In my soul Momma,
I just don't know what to do....
On the out side,
I'm a child no more,
But someone, to my soul, closed doors.
The child inside me's crying,,,,
Momma,
Momma, where are you ?.....
Please let me know you care, Momma,
Momma, Where are you ?.
I'm searching everywhere,,,,
Momma,
Is there nothing (You), can do ?,
To let me know your there,
That your soul's,
Still on the earth,
Oh!, Momma, Momma, Momma, where are you,?...
They say they've seen you,
Here and there,
Momma....
When I ask questions,
No-one cares.
Momma,,,,
Oh!, Momma,,,,
Whats the child,,,,
Inside of me surposed to do....
I'm waiting every day,
Hoping you'll come back this way, Momma.
Do you think that you could say,
That you're alright.
I'll leave the front door open wide,
The window candle's burning bright...
It's lights the way back to your child,,,,
On darkest night....
Momma.....
06/03/2013....
Liza Mc Beth....
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
Dedicated to my friend.....Prayers with you....
A View
No better, no clearer.
In full view of all eyes.
She slinks away
Dismisses the words.
Tomorrow's a new day.
In full view of all eyes.
She slinks away
Dismisses the words.
Tomorrow's a new day.
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
Thinking of someone who was strong when she was being lied about.Mommy's Little Man
Big Blue Eyes
Kisses of Butterflies
Questions Galore
Ready to Explore
Heart of Gold
Wanting Stories Told
Loves to Play
Hero Saves the Day
Sword Fights with Dad
Laughter to be Had
Thinks He is Grown
King on the Throne
Mommy's Little Man
She's his biggest Fan
Kisses of Butterflies
Questions Galore
Ready to Explore
Heart of Gold
Wanting Stories Told
Loves to Play
Hero Saves the Day
Sword Fights with Dad
Laughter to be Had
Thinks He is Grown
King on the Throne
Mommy's Little Man
She's his biggest Fan
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
This short poem is about my son. He is my greatest joy.
"And my son is just like me!"
Little would I know as I watched him grow,
that my blue eyed son would be just like me.
The visions within his eye, his restraints to cry,
determined to excel and live his life well.
Like my father's son, my youngest is the one,
with actions of stealth serving others not self.
He's considerate, he's true, patriotic thru & thru,
like feet properly shod, he's protected by God.
And my son is just like me!
At the age of 11 my son sent from heaven,
by the One I extol took him in full control.
My time to preach and my years to teach,
like summer's cool swim came to a difficult end.
He was moved far away from me to stay,
as my unhappy wife sought out a brighter life.
Five long years of silent fallen tears,
before my 16 year old, my arms would hold.
And my son is just like me!
Now at 18 he's back and our lives are on track,
and my son and his dad are both so glad.
He's a man to the core my college Sophomore,
and a prouder than me Dad could never be had.
Now it's up to 'US' in love and trust,
to keep ties strong through right or wrong.
The exciting years ahead, to him I've said,
could be our very best, if trusted to God to bless.
"And my son is just like me!"
that my blue eyed son would be just like me.
The visions within his eye, his restraints to cry,
determined to excel and live his life well.
Like my father's son, my youngest is the one,
with actions of stealth serving others not self.
He's considerate, he's true, patriotic thru & thru,
like feet properly shod, he's protected by God.
And my son is just like me!
At the age of 11 my son sent from heaven,
by the One I extol took him in full control.
My time to preach and my years to teach,
like summer's cool swim came to a difficult end.
He was moved far away from me to stay,
as my unhappy wife sought out a brighter life.
Five long years of silent fallen tears,
before my 16 year old, my arms would hold.
And my son is just like me!
Now at 18 he's back and our lives are on track,
and my son and his dad are both so glad.
He's a man to the core my college Sophomore,
and a prouder than me Dad could never be had.
Now it's up to 'US' in love and trust,
to keep ties strong through right or wrong.
The exciting years ahead, to him I've said,
could be our very best, if trusted to God to bless.
"And my son is just like me!"
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
I've been BLESSED to have time with my 18 year old son over the past 2 weeks as he's enjoying a summer break before going back to his college Sophomore year. He's working with me and showing me just why I'm so proud of him!! He'll be gone to soon, but I'm soaking up as much enjoyment from his time as I possibly can!..... and.... he's just like me!! :-)
Riki-Leigh
There’s a place in my mind, where time stands still, able to reflect at will, to think about days gone by, to search where I am now, and where I will be in days to come. I don’t know what the future will bring; I hope its full of love and joy, a feeling to make me want to sing, even if it is off key.
There is a place in my heart, it feels like it’s being torn apart, uncertainty is at hand, lost is a deep dark nightmare, for whatever reason, life is never fair, whilst I feel bewildered with despair, I know I can get myself out of there.
Its just going to take time, but the clock continues to tic and toc, they say one door has to close before another can open, sadly time is the one thing that is not on my side, whilst I hold my head up high and walk with pride, inside I want to be unseen and hide. I just want it all to just go away, dreams are free but reality bites, it doesn’t matter how much you fight, and the two will always remain. I can see why sanity is lost to the insane, with all the hurt and pain one can endure, inside a man is what is pure, his heart of gold, full of warmth and never cold, as a dad, did the best I could, nothing less and never would.
Separate lives we will now live, all the best for you I do wish, no matter how damaged my heart will be, you’re my daughter and forever will you be, you are the most important thing to me, everything else just doesnt compare, as my child as sweet as you, a gem so beautiful and so rare. I will try to see you again, but if fate has other plans, just remember that this man who is your dad will always love you and be your greatest fan.
As tears roll down my face, its time for me to leave this darkened feeling, leave this painful place, move on to find a better ending, whilst my broken heart repairs itself in mending.
As the twinkle in my eye, I bid thee fare well and goodbye…….
With all my love.. your dad.
There is a place in my heart, it feels like it’s being torn apart, uncertainty is at hand, lost is a deep dark nightmare, for whatever reason, life is never fair, whilst I feel bewildered with despair, I know I can get myself out of there.
Its just going to take time, but the clock continues to tic and toc, they say one door has to close before another can open, sadly time is the one thing that is not on my side, whilst I hold my head up high and walk with pride, inside I want to be unseen and hide. I just want it all to just go away, dreams are free but reality bites, it doesn’t matter how much you fight, and the two will always remain. I can see why sanity is lost to the insane, with all the hurt and pain one can endure, inside a man is what is pure, his heart of gold, full of warmth and never cold, as a dad, did the best I could, nothing less and never would.
Separate lives we will now live, all the best for you I do wish, no matter how damaged my heart will be, you’re my daughter and forever will you be, you are the most important thing to me, everything else just doesnt compare, as my child as sweet as you, a gem so beautiful and so rare. I will try to see you again, but if fate has other plans, just remember that this man who is your dad will always love you and be your greatest fan.
As tears roll down my face, its time for me to leave this darkened feeling, leave this painful place, move on to find a better ending, whilst my broken heart repairs itself in mending.
As the twinkle in my eye, I bid thee fare well and goodbye…….
With all my love.. your dad.
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Posted: Jan 2013
Post CommentUmbilical cord.
Protected in an egg of water,
My life line,
You, and my umbilical cord.
The chord that must be seperated,
At birth.....
Are we realy seperated,
When we leave the womb ?.
What about the silver thread in life,
That's attached to us all.
The thread that ties our soul to our body,
The thread that ataches hearts to hearts,
The invisible thread with such strenght, power and emotion.
The unseen umbilical chord,
Of outside the womb....
The unseen pull of life....
The button hole in our belly,
Constantly reminding us that we are, attached.
To someone !,,,,
Death a seperation,
The cutting of the chord ?.
Maybe not,
For that chord is attached to those,
We create.
For those that don't and cannot create,
They still have, the unseen chord.
For it's illumanation attaches them to others,
Fostering, Adoption, Friends,
Humamity always attached....
Murderer's, Abusers, Innocence being taken from the innocent.
Now, They do not have an umbilical chord,
That links the heart to emotions,
Sad, for those that don't have the life line,
They are,
The freaks of nature....
A baby, once innocent,
Who, cut thier chord ?,
Or did they pull to hard for it to snap....
For others,
Life attached to hearts of hearts,
The beauty of the cord that binds,
The world one big ball of string,
Don't let the weak cords,
Shread us....
16/1/2013.
Liza Mc Beth.
My life line,
You, and my umbilical cord.
The chord that must be seperated,
At birth.....
Are we realy seperated,
When we leave the womb ?.
What about the silver thread in life,
That's attached to us all.
The thread that ties our soul to our body,
The thread that ataches hearts to hearts,
The invisible thread with such strenght, power and emotion.
The unseen umbilical chord,
Of outside the womb....
The unseen pull of life....
The button hole in our belly,
Constantly reminding us that we are, attached.
To someone !,,,,
Death a seperation,
The cutting of the chord ?.
Maybe not,
For that chord is attached to those,
We create.
For those that don't and cannot create,
They still have, the unseen chord.
For it's illumanation attaches them to others,
Fostering, Adoption, Friends,
Humamity always attached....
Murderer's, Abusers, Innocence being taken from the innocent.
Now, They do not have an umbilical chord,
That links the heart to emotions,
Sad, for those that don't have the life line,
They are,
The freaks of nature....
A baby, once innocent,
Who, cut thier chord ?,
Or did they pull to hard for it to snap....
For others,
Life attached to hearts of hearts,
The beauty of the cord that binds,
The world one big ball of string,
Don't let the weak cords,
Shread us....
16/1/2013.
Liza Mc Beth.
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Posted: Jan 2013
Post Comment
MUM FOR YOU
i never knew what words to choose today
to talk about my mother in my very own way
she always tried her best, maybe not always right
but if anyone tried to hurt her kids. she would put up
one hell of a fight.
and when i went through my heartbreaks, and boy
i have had some
she was there to pick up the pieces
thanks i love you mum
you were there to give your love from when
i was a kid
and you still are giving it now because you
always did
you were not only there to wash and feed me and
wash my dirty clothes
or run out to the playground and wipe
my snotty nose
these memories will always stay here in my heart
until the day i die
and now that you are ailing now its my turn
to try
to show the care you showed for me, before you
say goodbye
to wipe your brow and sit with you
i promise not to cry
and i promise mum i will be there to care
and do my part
thankyou so much for being mum,
i love you with all my heart
to talk about my mother in my very own way
she always tried her best, maybe not always right
but if anyone tried to hurt her kids. she would put up
one hell of a fight.
and when i went through my heartbreaks, and boy
i have had some
she was there to pick up the pieces
thanks i love you mum
you were there to give your love from when
i was a kid
and you still are giving it now because you
always did
you were not only there to wash and feed me and
wash my dirty clothes
or run out to the playground and wipe
my snotty nose
these memories will always stay here in my heart
until the day i die
and now that you are ailing now its my turn
to try
to show the care you showed for me, before you
say goodbye
to wipe your brow and sit with you
i promise not to cry
and i promise mum i will be there to care
and do my part
thankyou so much for being mum,
i love you with all my heart
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
my mother is very ill and weak after a stroke in hospital, and now suffers from vacuous dementia,the words help meFor Dad & Mom
I still recall your warm embrace,
the hugs and kisses, the tenderness.
You brought me here, I didn't asked.
You raised me for a while, now you disappear.
I'm puzzled why, you never been honest.
You both created the mess, now I'm taking the consequence.
I thought you love me, it's just for lips?
Now you are both free, what about me?
My eyes shed as I wrote this piece,
Don't know how I say, but I know how I feel.
One day when you miss me the way it used to be,
Hope time will bring us back and together we stay.
Still hoping for a perfect life,
another chance for me to understand.
The why, what and how are all still buried in me.
Once happy, now facing the world alone each day.
I still love you both,
and how I wish this season of love and happiness,
I can hear even just your voice, I know It won't.
For dad and mom, I truly miss you most!
the hugs and kisses, the tenderness.
You brought me here, I didn't asked.
You raised me for a while, now you disappear.
I'm puzzled why, you never been honest.
You both created the mess, now I'm taking the consequence.
I thought you love me, it's just for lips?
Now you are both free, what about me?
My eyes shed as I wrote this piece,
Don't know how I say, but I know how I feel.
One day when you miss me the way it used to be,
Hope time will bring us back and together we stay.
Still hoping for a perfect life,
another chance for me to understand.
The why, what and how are all still buried in me.
Once happy, now facing the world alone each day.
I still love you both,
and how I wish this season of love and happiness,
I can hear even just your voice, I know It won't.
For dad and mom, I truly miss you most!
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
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