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Tiimmy Swift

Please come home,
I miss you so.
More then you could ever know.

Things have changed,
Since you've been gone.
No one to talk to
And no shoulder to cry on.

Our family and your friends
We all cried so much.
We miss you and your laugh
You're voice and soft touch.

I miss you and your smile.
I could add to this list,
Of everything I miss,
But there's no end, it doesn't exist.

I wish I could see you,
Just one last chance,
To see you smile,
Even if its just a glance.

I wish I could tell you
How much you meant to me
Just one last time,
Before you were set free.

Your life was too short
You had so much to live for
You were just eighteen,
And had places to explore.

Mom isn't the same
Without you in her life.
The emptiness in her eyes
Contains so much pain and strife.

Daddy has been drinking
He tries to forget,
What happened that day.
He drinks and smokes cigarettes.

It doesn't work though,
He just can't forget you.
He misses you so much,
And I do too.

Our brother is so sad
He can't cope with the pain.
A place in his heart,
Is where you'll always remain.

My sister, and your twin,
Still remains silent.
She lost her other half,
And seems so angry and violent

As for me, you're my idol
I just don't understand.
Why did you have to leave
Is it what God planned?

You have a place in my heart
I love you now, I love you still
I always have
And always will

I admire your strength
I admire your smile
I admire how you made
So many lives worthwhile.

The last breath you took,
You had a smile on your face.
And with that, I thank God
You're in a better place.

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Tiimmy Swift

Crimson red fills the bowl and I think I'm going to be sick.
With every thing spinning so fast I cannot breath.
Walls closing in and everything fades.
Fashes of light come by, one, by one.
Feeling sleepy not knowing your name.
Not knowing mine.
There it is. my favorite thing of all this,
ah the feeling of pain is gone from before and new form enters me.
Laying here waiting for you to come home.
I open my eyes and see flashes of you and me from before you went.
You walk inside.
You call to me and wait for an answer.
You hear small light breaths coming from the bathroom.
thinking it is me, you walk down the hall with a smile.
the kind that makes your knees go week.
You walk in. Oh god, is all you can think.
I'm trying to look up at you but I can't move.
a cold chill comes over me as you pick me up.
You say we are going to the hospital and that everything will be ok.
You rush me in.
Blood running down.
The nurse rushes you to a bed so I can lay down.
I can hear you asking her something.
But I can't make out the words.
I feel something cold and wet touch my face then my arm.
I feel the prick of a sharp object go in my right arm.
The nurse says that I need stitches because the wound is to deep.
I feel the thread go in and out through my arm.
And a band-aid go around and around.
After I have slept for two days they let you in.
I can move again and open my eyes.
You say that I got 76 stitches because the cuts were way to deep.
And that I almost died.
I pull off the band-aid and look.
I see over 20 cuts and begin to cry.
You tell me its ok and we will get some help.
About 5 years later.
We have two to deal with ourselves.
Jake and Emma.
A beautiful baby boy and baby girl.
The scars are still there.
Some times I wish I could go back 5 years and change what I did do so I can make it right.

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Tiimmy Swift

What would you do
in 5 short years?
Would you make them the most
or hide from your fears?
Our little Cory
chose to live
Every day with a smile
and love to give
Though stricken with cancer
before he was one
his journey through life
had only begun
No matter how bad
he might have felt
He always knew how
to make your heart melt
Living life to its fullest
Each day he Awoke
He could make you smile
Every time he spoke
He filled the room
with laughter and tears
And touched many lives
in his 5 short years

He had a surprise
if you took his hand
then walk you outside
to his baseball land
It was the game he loved
more than anyone you know
Once his bat in hand
He'd put on a show
He would talk of his pets
if you'd lend him an ear
or anything else
you'd take time to hear
There were no strangers
to Cory Duane
He cared for everyone
no matter their name
The most amazing child
for such a young man
He looked up to his father
---- His biggest fan
When he was picked up at school
he beat all the kids out
with his arms opened wide
"That's my Dad" he would shout

They would wait on his brother
before going home with Dad
And spend the whole weekend playing
with every toy he had
He would tease his brothers
in his superman Jammies
and rock his guitar
like those at the Grammy's
Course Nana and Papa
would often stop by
to see that their "Precious"
was doing alright
At the close of day
He'd ask "Pat my Butt"
Knowing you'd take time
no matter what
He fought hard to beat
the disease he had
And would never complain
of feeling bad
It's certainly not fair
the battle he fought
All those who knew him
took in what he taught
For those who missed out
on life's smallest lesson
We're sorry you missed out
on our biggest blessing
For someone so young
his heart was of Gold
You would never have known
he was just 5 years old

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