There's an invisible angel,
That watches over us.
She Is always there,
One that we can trust.
Wears the whitest of white,
Just like a dove.
Comes down to protect us,
From Heaven up above.
Her wings are magnificent,
As big as the sky.
Her halo is shining,
A gold no one can buy.
She shows us the good,
And guides us from the bad.
She is no longer with us,
But don't be sad.
She once was a human angel,
A short time here on earth.
The problems all started,
From the time she got sick.
Never left the hospital,
From the hole in her breast,
Those 43 years of life,
We were never apart.
She had a beautiful name,
Her picture hangs in our den.
One of an angel,
Our one and only Mirta Flor......
So thank God for her life,
A true blessing and treasure.
For all the love she's given,
No one can measure.
Our one and only Mirta,
You are truly a treasure!!!!
As the day begins to turn to evening,
and the sun is going down.
And night is near,
I know it will be coming here.
I lay down in my bed fighting the thoughts that's in my head. Trying to think of younger years.
Snails and puppy dogs tails.
Listening for the pitter-patter of little feet.
But all I can hear is my own heart beat.
I open my eyes in the black of the night,
shaking with fright.
I fell wetness on my face, tears I've
held back through the day.
I am cold I am hot, I am wet from my sweat.
I'm searching from room to room, calling
your name. Where are you my baby, my son,
where's the man I have raised you to become.
My mind is fighting but its no use, this
is surely mental abuse.
It has no body, no face, no soul only a
name, but it is real all the same...
FEAR!!!!!!!
Dear God I plead take this fear from me.
Where are you my baby, my child, where's
the man you have become.
I hear a small voice it's not to clear,
I hear a man's voice that is becoming
clear.
Mom as long as I am in your heart and in
your thoughts I am near.
Please don't fight with fear,
For I am your baby, your son,a fine
young man I have become.
Dry up your tears, do not fear for
I will be with you before long !!!!!!
All those times I cried for you, you never came
Out of all the sports I played
You never showed up at one game
All of the awards I received
I never heard you clap
You were never there
For me to sit on your lap
All the times I fell
and scratched my knee
You were the one who wasn't there
To comfort me
All those times I was bored
And wanted someone to call
You still weren't there
Not there at all
I always tried to make you proud
Hoping you would love me more
but you never seemed to care
So what did I even do it for
You weren't there for any of my firsts
Might not be for any of my lasts
It's like you're not here in my present
Just like you weren't there in my past
I try to move on
But no one knows how hard it is
For your own father not to love you
As much as he loves his other kids
But I hold my head high
To keep things from looking so bad
But deep down I still wish
I had love from my dad
A sensitive overflow through emotional tears
Laminates the fire of our hearts deepest fears,
Causing shards of surfacing pretense to re appear
As banging the door of sadness gate, pain is near
Delving the mind yet cradling sorrow, we adhere.
Pain of one combined with thy sour taste of guilt
Hell shadows heavens light, the foundations built
Of pure utter failure which swung life on the tilt,
Now all but lost to disintegrating heart of shatter
It's the simple things that truly now only matter.
Change needed, seemingly fast in the land of hope
Destruction cracks a whip of sin, could we ever cope
Pulling through the void of life, amidst its evil slope,
Only thing left, be to grasp back one's own sanity
By finding love and turning away from seldom vanity.
Dark, painful, consuming regret shadows this world
Traced lifelines of simple pleasures may be unfurled
Whether it be good, searingly bad, always remember,
Nothing ever is out of reach, hearts could even shatter
Yet no one realizes in this life, simple things do matter.
In the storm
Stands the white rose
tumultuous waves
of destruction abound her
Yet tall is the white rose
strong in the face
Of the sensed doom around her
And she does not bow down
Pure is the white rose
In the compost earth
growing eternal strength
in the nights that so hurt
I see not the white rose
She is so far away
But I long to protect her
But only the words can I say
So I send her my words
And my poets heart
To help her when
there is hope to see her through
Be Strong little flower
Your heart will guide true
And as long as you want
I will always talk to you