Intense grief is all I can call it.... deeper than one can ever imagine. but we went through it - rather than around it! The Time We Had Was Not Enough..... is an epic poem written after Stacy's death. This poem is about the struggle of surviving the death of ones child. It is dedicated to: A world of people who do not understanding or even remotely comprehend. I wrote it to survive, hopefully you will learn from it! and by reading it, you will help others to survive too! |
Intense grief is all I can call it.... deeper than one can ever imagine. but we went through it - rather than around it! The Time We Had Was Not Enough..... is an epic poem written after Stacy's death. This poem is about the struggle of surviving the death of ones child. It is dedicated to: A world of people who do not understanding or even remotely comprehend. I wrote it to survive, hopefully you will learn from it! and by reading it, you will help others to survive too! |
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by Joset' |
Forgive by Joset' I do not mean to be ugly here! But, your words fill me with such fear! Not for me I might add, But for you.... it makes me sad! We will all meet our maker soon, And just how is it you assume..... You think that I, "pretend I'm poor?" "You may leave..... here's the door!" Before you leave, I'd like to say, There will come a judgment day! When before our maker, we will stand, In that "Glorious Heavenly Land!" |
The pain you wheel with our tongue, Will be reviled by His Own Son! My only prayer is to stand by you, & watch you turn, when he is through. To see the knowledge in your eyes, To hear you then, apologies! On that day you will know the truth!. Your tongue severed at it's roots! For the painful things.. I've continually heard! If Christ from the cross, could say the words..... "forgive them Father, they know not what they do!" Then I must also.. forgive - even you! |
Christ said, We should become as innocent little child for such is, the kingdom of heaven! We hope this poem will help to restore your innocent again. by Joset' Through the eyes of an innocent child. We can see why they always can smile. Just being delightfully - charming you see. They brighten this world for you and for me. We can learn from the children you know! Just learn from there innocents and we will grow! By just seeing the best and forgetting the rest. They will change you and me, by the way that they see... Through the eyes of those sweet little ones. We can see.. life's laughter and all of it's fun. Just watch them to see how we change. There innocent smiles echo's heavens reframe. We can learn from the children you know! Just, learn from there innocents and we will grow! By just seeing the best and forgetting the rest. They will change you and me, by the way that they see.... Through the view of the innocent ones, We can learn to be happy by having fun. Just see how they truly endure. There blameless, guilt free, and so very pure. We can learn from the children you know! Just, learn from there innocents and we will grow! By just seeing the best and forgetting the rest. They will change you and me, by the way that they see... Through those eyes with such charming, delight. We can never forget "We are loved in God's sight!" Just watch as you grow condemning no one. There you become "Our Father's own Son!" We can learn from the children you know! Just, learn from there innocents and we will grow! By just seeing the best and forgetting the rest. They will change you and me, by the way that they see... We can learn from the children you know! Inspired by Bob Wiggins November 2000 |
The Tree by: Joset' A crisp Autumn breeze filled the air, Grandma Chamber's rocks in her chair. We're watching the foliage... All fiery red "as a child.... I could see this from my bed!' She looked at me, with a glint in her eye, I knew she had a big surprise..... "We'll plant 'Your Tree,' right over there." She pointed to it, as she braided my hair. My favorite place! Hip Hip Hooray! By the barn, where I loved to play. I'd visit the fairy's, when they came 'round, music & laughter - only I heard their sounds. . So, we planted "My Tree" many years ago. And ~ Oh the thrill.... of watching it grow... Now a days... my hairs silver & thin, I'm known fare & wide as Granny Simms. I still go back there ~ now and again, the memories they come floodin' in. Her fried chicken, cookies & cakes. Apple pies, only she could bake. Memories of Autumn all yellow & red. Saying my prayers ~ by the feather bed. Picking the place where "My Tree" would be Eating wild honey... right from the tree. The picnic's & hay rides by Miller's Spring, Grandpa fiddled... Grandma would sing. It's truly amazing, how my tree has grown! Time passed so quickly.... 4 kids of my own! Yes, they've got their trees ~ we planted together, sheltered, protected, through all kinds of weather. But when Autumn comes & the crisp wind blow, my mind goes back ~ to those days of old... When I nestled down in her feather bed. and all those books that Grandma read..... I will always remember, feeling safe from harm, "When I'd go to stay on Grandma's Farm!" |
The Breakdown by Joset' The mind goes numb from its hectic rush. You're pushed and shoved 'til your brain..... just busts! With all those words, so calmly said, "you just can't stay.... and lay in bed." "So... up with you now! There is work to be done!" "I'll work real hard... just give me a gun." |
I'll blow them away for laughing at me. In no time at all we'll all be free! Them to heaven... me to hell! All of us.... with a tail to tell! |
This page was last updated on: April 3, 2003
This page was last updated on: April 3, 2003
This page was last updated on: April 3, 2003
A blank filling where love once was ... by Joset' It was a good thing when we said, "I do." Our hearts were merged, no longer two. At that time, it was all so clear, together forever.... lasting for years. Once I felt things deep inside, in my heart, I'd swell with pride. As I watched her in her Daddy's arms, free of fear... safe from harm... Now that she's gone life does not sore, joy & loves - gone.... forever more!. |
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A BBCN is.... Yesterday, when we were young computers weren't around. We'd get dressed up, stay out late & really paint the town! Now we have some old-new words in our communication. We're not looking for a job, when we apply an application! Going to a program you don't see someone perform, keyboards don't play music, on-line quit the norm! We always thought our memories were something we might lose. Now our memories get a virus.... it's always on the news! Windows were just windows that we opened if it was hot! Windows now are different, they tell people what you've got! Where 'once upon a time' we'd file your nails & cut your hair. Now your file can get corrupt or maybe go somewhere! Unzipping's done in public now! A web's not just for fly's! A hard drives not a real long trip. Your memory is a pie! Now RAM will get you goin', in a real fast sort of way and a hard drive when it crashes can really wreck your day! You hold a mouse & click it! It's not garbage you compress! While logging on & logging off will put you to the TEST! You may have burned your draft card back in the 70's! But now it's much more legal, we're burning our CD's. We have learned to cut & paste with no scissors or glue! & when it comes to downloads the speeds not up to you! We also do some cursing but it's not profanity! Unless your HD crashes that brings on insanity! So, if you're a "Baby Boomer" & a "Computer Nerds!" U C.. You've earned the title "BBCN" almost certainly! And if you truly get the drift of how our world has changed, when next you send an e-mail just put it behind your name! |
Humorous |
Now on a journey.... by Joset' There is a bonding that takes place, when I know, I have found another! We are chosen to lead the valiant even heroic, fight through life! Now on a journey.... a mission... until we get there! At Heavens gate, reunited with our child. |
the aging child From the aging me to the child within by Joset' The wrinkles do not change us.... they enhance us, with scares of knowledge and experience, the younger ones just don't get it.... but deep down we do not change. |
For Judi 20002 |
When planted.... by Joset' Someday, when I am planted... my life's or' and done! To a new world you'll awaken! 'cause you'r' settin' will be done. Will you clean the house on Tuesdays, as you thought I ought - to do? Then when somethin' goes a missin', now the findin's up to you! Yelp, you'll miss my cookin', as you eat meals - from a can! |
Rebecca 2002 |
Neutral.... by Joset' Neutral is a state of mind some people get into. They won't give an opinion, not if God ask them to! You can talk & talk & question, but they're answer's never clear. If they agree or disagree they'll never let you hear. We look for them, when we are down or maybe got the blues. For they are truly listeners.... Thank God we have a few! Carolyn 2002 |
I will watch... but not to sadly, from a far off... "heavenly land!" They'll be no one to tie your ties, or help you find your shoes. Gettin' ya' a new clean shirt, that will all be up to you! Yelp, when I am finally planted... my life's or' and done! To a new world you'll awaken, 'cause you'r' settin' will be done. |