My Father

My Father used to live here…

here upon this earth.

Midst the pain & chaos…

it’s hard to find your worth.

He had a lot of heartache…

troubles, doubts & sorrows.

Until finally one day,

he could face no more tomorrows.

My father used to call me,

to see what’s going on.

Now he doesn’t do that…

that’s because he’s gone.

He is in a better place…

a safer place at best.

Somewhere where his heart

can finally stop and take a rest.

 

WHY

For all the times I wonder why

all the times I sit and cry.

For all the days I wait in vain

are you feeling any pain?

Do you stop to look around

and wonder what I’m doing now?

Every day that passes by

that you never even try

Don’t you think it’ll be too late?

Or are you ceratin that I’ll wait?

Could it be that you don’t care

Whether or not I’m still here?

Whether I am still in love

or that it’s you I’m thinking of.

Does it matter in the end

that we are not even friends?

Surely it meant more to you

than to leave it at ‘we’re through’.

Still I have to wonder why

with all the time that passes by.

Maybe you for sure don’t know

that is WHY I had to go.

So with that I walk away

and leave you sit another day.

Til the time when you will see

what it is you feel for me.

Deep inside I feel a pain

something I cannot explain.

Pain of loss & of dismay

that we could let this slip away.

If you love me and you know

Now’s the time for you to show

If you don’t then show that too

so I can just get over you!

Today

Another day comes to a close.

What will I take with me going forward?

After tomorrow & beyond this week,

into next year & perhaps for a lifetime…

What are the lessons I have learned

just by having lived today?

If only I have realized what a blessing it was

to have been given this day at all…

That would be enough.

 

Cherish

Sunrise takes the darkness & turns it into light,

Then soon enough the sunset comes and brings us back to night.

 

There are folks who live in darkness & those who need the sun,

Day & night speaks differently to each & every one.

 

The colors of the rainbow or the blueness of the sky,

Are things we all can just accept and never question why?

 

The miracles that they are, although they’ve always been,

are things although spectacular that each of us has seen.

 

The wonder of our very lives & each & every day,

Is something we should hold on to & never throw away.

 

Cherish every moment & if you can do this,

Nothing will be so minute that even you won’t miss!

 

Missing

Missing you…

because you are not here.

Missing you…

because you ‘are’ here but not close enough.

 

Not close enough to my heart.

Not close enough to look into my eyes

and ‘really’ see ME.

To KNOW me…who I AM.

 

Missing what I have been striving for

but never really had.

Still waiting for something, anything

to feel ‘right’.

 

Wanting… needing ’something’

never knowing ‘what’.

Well, perhaps knowing but never

‘really’ knowing ‘what’.

 

Missing someone who was

never ‘really’ there.

Always ‘there’ but somehow just out of reach.

Beyond the grasp of my outstretched arms.

 

Missing you.

Not because you’re not here

but because you are ‘here’.

But ‘really’….NOT.

Driftwood

Driftwood. 

Piled along the shores.

Carelessley scattered amongst the rocks and grass.

Dropped by the ebbing tide along the water’s edge.

 

Each day new pieces arrive and old ones are taken away…

back out to sea to find a new resting place,

on a distant shore.

 

Driftwood, bobbing along.

Shiny and wet…catching the sun’s rays.

Seagulls perched upon logs to catch a ride along the water.

Lazily drifting….rolling on the waves.

 

Floating, careless and free.

Stopping wherever, whenever…

if only for a brief rest and then off

to the next destination.

 

Drifting, like wood…

like driftwood…

sounds like fun to me!