Family Poems (502)

An old tin box rusted slightly with roses that have faded gently at the corners,
Soft hands tenderly lift the box onto her lap, the key turned slowly and the lid lifted.

Inside the letters bound in a ribbon that at one time was a bright pretty red, the pages curling at the edges and the writing faded and hard to read.

From inside that box a rush of memories and feelings come flying at her, she closes her eyes and slow tears fall, a few drops added to the old stains already there.

If she opened the pages she would read his words and again be with him as he sat in the bush with the gunfire around him and wrote his feelings and love down on the pages he sent to her.

She runs her finger over the paper and suddenly his hand seems to cover her hand, she feels the warmth seep into her soul and his eyes are suddenly smiling into her as he stands her up and takes her into his arms, they dance and twirl and he smiles.

She sighs and gently closes the box, the letters still the same, the ribbon still perfect and in place, she has every word he wrote in there, but her eyes don't need to see them, her heart remembers them too well.

So many years after he never returned as he promised, the words still connect him to her soul as it would do again.....one day, she feels it in her heart.

Grazing on lush green leaves, the carm of the trees,
The soft whistle of the wind, no hint of danger, the sun warm on his back, his tail flicking the stray fly.

The wind changed slightly and the warm earthy smell of
Something unknown hits his nose, he stops and his senses
Come alive, he turns his head in the direction of the smell.

As his eyes notice the Man standing with a coat on and a gun
Pointed right at the deers heart, the world seems to stop,
The bullet is like a white hot arrow singing as it comes
It rips into his side and the force makes the deer stumble.

As he sinks to the ground his breathing slowing down, his heartbeats slowly stopping, he watches the Man walk over to him and kneel down, he feels the warm strong hand gently stoke his neck and a strange carm comes over him, his eyes close and his soul lifts up and drifts into a place of peace, his body is lifted and carried over broard shoulders, respected by the Man who send his soul to heaven.

Learn how to treat ur woman right
One you should treasure, but not as a possession,
Who needs to be loved, not treated with aggression.
Her value is more than all the world's treasures,
Not just the sum of scale's unit measures.
She should always be built up, not torn down,
By all the words you speak, when she is around.
She needs to be hugged and not pushed away,
Especially when you both having a... really bad day.
Words spoken to her in haste and anger,
Can place her fragile heart in danger.
She should be admired for her boundless love,
And looked upon as a true gift from Above.
Not used as a target for all your frustration,
But held close and kissed with loving admiration.
You should always appreciate her commitment to you,
And not take for granted what she's given up for you!
Kiss her and love her all that you possibly can,
And don't be embarrassed to be seen holding her hand.
Treasure each day as if it were the last,
And at the end of your life you won't be regretting your past

from those around....
ihear aCry....
a mouthful sob....
a hopeless sigh....
I hear their footsteps leaving slow,
And then i know my soul must FLY
A chilly wind
begins to blow,
within my soul,
from head to toe,
And then ,last breath
escapes my lips,it's time to leave.
And i must Go!
So,it is true
(But it's too late)
They said:each soul
has its given date
when it must leave
it's body's core,
and meet with it's
eternal fate.
Oh mark the words that i do say.
Who knows? tomorrow could be your day.

For the years have passed.
The loneliness lingers.
You have me wishing i
could turn back the clock.
Turn back the clock of
time to spare you the
pain that was once mine.
To make the love run free
between a mother and a
daughter like it should be.
To let me know freedom
from you is not what i
want, but to hold you
tight and see a path for
you, so no harm can come
in your life's path.

Have you ever been careless?
Have you ever acted reckless?
Has your eternal love ended?
Have you ever been offended?

Does your mind still answers?
Does your soul seek forgiveness?
Does your life seek adventures?
Does a sinner seek their god?

I can only post this questions,
I can't give you their answers,
I am neither a preacher or apostle,
I am nobody of remembrance but your conscious.

Unfolding before my eyes
Something so beautiful
Makes me want to cry
But bravely I smile
And watch as my little girl
leaves the child behind.

Games of pretend
And an imaginary friend
Are all left far behind
As she peers into the mirror
At the face that looks like her mother

With a wrinkle of the nose
In her hair she adjusts
The rose
That sits as it were
Grown from her tight little curls

Oh My!
I cough and stutter
Something has gone in my eye
As I bravely wipe the tears away
And feel my heart a-flutter

The time has flown
And she has grown
But the games of pretend
Have begun again
As I dust her room, toys and books
I sit on her bed and talk
To my imaginary friend...
My daughter

Aan you skryf ek n briefie
in die hoop dat jy dit sal kry.
Ek sal nie vir jou soek nie
jys nie meer gelukkig by my.

Die briefie se nie veel nie
klein om in jou sak te dra.
in die hoop dat jy eendag sal terug kom
en dit self vir my kan vra.

Sonder tierlanteintjies
geskryf op geel papier.
Die hoekies effens om gekril
onderaan met trane versier.

Ek wou maar net se ek mis jou
verewig aan my gebind.
My deure staan altyd oop vir jou
ek wag vir jou my wegloop kind.

Ek wens jy kan my vergewe
ek wou jou graag net hier he.
Ek is ook nie foutloos
as ek maar net kon jammer se.

Onthou ek is lief vir jou
waar ook al jy mag bly.
In my hart is daar geen kwaad vir jou
alle liefies....

van my.

Pappa vat sy sakdoek
en vee die reen uit my gesig.
Terwyl ek voor hom staan
en my ogies op na hom toe rig.

Pappa is my "hero"
en ek is jou kindjie klein.
Ek dra nie rokkies nie
want Jesus maak my hartjie rein.

Pappa vat sy sakdoek
en vee die trane uit my oe.
Grood word krap my siel om
en gooi my lewe onderste bo.

Pappa bly my "Hero"
al raak ek soms so kwaad.
N goeie begrip kry n halwe woord
ek wens pa wil met my praat.

Pappa vat sy sakdoek
en druk dit in my hand.
Terwyl ek by hom in haak
tot voor die predikant.

Pappa is altyd my "Hero"
en ek bly verewig jou kindjie klein.
Die sakdoek van pa
was altyd die pad na my hartjie rein.

You've grown tall and filled out some
Earned the stripes worked not won
And now of only twenty three my son
Recognition has become

I wish I could turn back time
Repair a life that wasn't mine
And spend those precious seconds fine
That would be sublime

All I knew was how to work
Roof and food my alert
My priorities had gone beserk
How life can make you a jerk

Distance made our life sour
A relationship bent on respect is dour
I never meant for you to cower
For you were always my finest hour

Days roll by and I never hear
You live a life of no fear
My memories of you are dear
And hold you in my heart near

You carry on as you can
You had a vision part of your plan
It wasn't hard to understand
Time was the greatest demand

The accolades come thick and fast
Respect from peers reward at last
The magic weaved from spell cast
A way to heal the past

But ne'r forget from whence you came
Our blood is thick it is the same
You walk your path to keep you sane
The world your oyster the pearl your gain.......