Poem a Day ~ Days 9, 10, 11

I got a little behind on my poeming this weekend, but with good reason (see previous post about father). Here are my three poems for those days, respectively:

8:01 p.m.

 

“How I Met Your Mother” is now starting

Not one of my favorite shows,

But something to have on in the background.

I much prefer “Mike & Molly” and

“Two and a Half Men” ~

speaking of, can you believe they

have been moved to 9:30 p.m.?

And on that note, it is now

8:02 p.m. and I must go…

 

PAD Day 9  

*****

 

Never Again

 

Never again will I find myself

So involved in family squabbles

That I find myself sick over it.

Then again, maybe I will.

 

PAD Day 10  

*****

 

Maybe Tomorrow

 

Yeah, that’s something we hear a lot

“Maybe tomorrow he’ll come home.” Or

“Maybe tomorrow I’ll get those shoes.”

How about

“Maybe tomorrow we’ll find some peace.”

“Maybe tomorrow…” is a phrase

that is so overused in this world.

So, maybe tomorrow I will stop using it.

PAD Day 11

Poem a Day ~ Day 8 ~ Celebration

the Sun

 

I eagerly search for you

And await your arrival

You always bring a smile

To my face

And warm my soul

 

The time draws closer

And my patience grows thin

As I begin to see a glimmer

Of you from afar

 

You peek out at me

From behind the clouds

And my heart skips a beat

As I feel your smile shine down

On me

 

I celebrate you, the Sun

Each and every day that you

Share your radiance

With me and embrace

My face with your warmth

Poem a Day ~ Day 7 ~ What if?

What if?

What if he had gone to the doctor

When all of the stomach problems began

Would they have caught the disease

Early enough?

What if they caught the disease early enough

And he began treatment sooner,

Would he have cancer

Today?

What if he takes the chemo

Giving him a chance to live longer

Will he be around two or three

Years from now?

What if my dad died tomorrow,

Would I survive?

Poem a Day ~ Day 6 ~ Don’t _____, _____

Don’t Die, Live

 

The results came back today

They are not that good, nor are they dire

They say you can fight this

And may not die, but live

 

They say there’s no cure

But there never seems to be a cure

And people live for years with this

A full life, a happy life

 

The results came back today

And we were told it is cancer

It is in the liver too – there is hope

So, don’t die, live

Poem a Day ~ Day 5 ~ Goofy/Serious

My Hero

 

The trolley went by

For all of the visitors to see

The characters each in place

Waving as they passed by

Then she saw him,

The one with the toothy grin

And she knew she had to have

A picture of him

So she turned to her man

And gave him the camera

Telling him to run and capture

That Goofy on the back of the trolley!

Poem A Day ~ Day 4 ~ Pick a Person

The Florist

 

The stems are carefully selected

Each with a purpose to share

As if delicate pieces of silk

They are placed into the vase.

 

The colors on each stem are vibrant

And tell of the season ahead

As if they share a secret while

Snuggling next to each other.

 

As the vase begins to fill

With the colorful stems chosen

The florist begins to smile

At the creation she has made.

Poem A Day ~ Day 3 ~ The world without me

The Decision

 

The news is not good, dire in fact

And a decision has to be made

Is she really ready to become a mother

At such a young age?

The child was an accident, afterall

And the reason she had to get married.

Is this truly God’s will or do I get to choose?

 

The decision has to be made very soon

Whether to save this unborn child or not.

The young mother is at a crossroads

And can’t seem to make this decision easily.

The doctor explains that this new drug

Will stop her from losing this child.

The question is, does she really want it.

 

The decision is made to take the injection

And pray that God will see her through.

But what if that decision was not made?

My life would not exist as it does today.

Did the young mother make the right decision

That fateful day all those years ago?

I’d like to think so, because she is my mother.

Poem A Day ~ Day 2 ~ Postcard

Zephyrhills

Just like the name implies, it’s been breezy!

The sun is shining high and the air is warm.

Wish you were here to share

All of the beauty this land holds.

Poem A Day ~ Day 1 ~ What got me here?

Crossroads

 

The road has been long

Many hills and valleys

Rivers and streams to cross

Winding my way

To get here, where I am

 

There have been many hats worn

As I traveled this path

Love and laughter

Tears and pain

To get here, where I am

 

I have felt heartache

Along this weary road

Much more than one

Should ever feel

To get here, where I am

 

I am now at a crossroads

Trying to choose

The right path to follow

To get there

Where I am going