Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Never

There will never be....
enough kisses to give
enough pictures to see
enough memories to cherish
enough times to hold you
enough days to know you
enough lullybyes to sing
enough tears to cry
Never.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Another Child

Another Child,
Does not replace the one that was lost,
Another Child,
is not a salve to cure the wounds of grief,
Another Child,
is not an eraser to wipe the past away.
Another Child,
is a gift of love,that will help to fill the mothers heart,
that is full of love for her children but big enough to love a hundred more.
Another Child,
is a gift of joy,that will help to fill a father's arms,that are strong enough to hold each of his children in his warm embrace.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Just a Moment Please.......

For a moment our ears rang with the music of your kitten cries.
Our eyes gazed briefly at the waves of your copper infant tresses.
For a moment we felt your baby softskin,
warm against our hands embrace.
We breathed in deeplyyour sweet baby scent.
For a moment we held youtightly in our arms;
as your breathing slowed,your body went limp-
and you were gone in only a moment.
For a moment only we had you and held you.
It only took a moment to create a lifetime of love.
That moment was priceless.

In Memorandum Faith Constance CarlsonJuly 3 to July 12 2007
5 months is too long baby girl!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Do Not Hibernate through Winter

Please, Do not try to pull me into the land of the living.
Let me lie down here on this dry and dusty ground of death.
Let me winter through this season, but do not leave me so;
Sit down with me in this cold and barren land.
Let's sit a while and look at the empty plains,
and then together we can marvel at the beautiful frailty of spring blooms as they arrive.
And sit with me too as we watch summer turn to autumn,
and we enter to winter once again.
The earth will continue spinning and the seasons will continue to change,
and you will see why we cannot live only for the spring.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Significance

There is a mystery to life,
in its beginnings and its end.
The time for each is measured,
and the distance of time may be short or long
or somewhere on the balance inbetween.
There is deep meaning in each existence,
a purpose for each life.
Although we do not always see it,
its always there,
the significance of who we are.Sometimes the truth is self evident!
Sometimes hidden underneath,
our delicate hearts,
our sensitive fears,
and waivering bouts of confidence.

I pray for a stedfast heart to guide me,
and open eyes to see,
the value in my own life-
and to help others find the value,
that is hidden in each of their hearts;

Life Is Significant.

Micayla Carlson