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Saturday, May 17, 2014

The State my Heart is In

Left a state but in the same state of mind
it seems we're being punished for our good deed too.
The present is my past I can't leave behind 
and the harder I try the more I'm reminded of you.

You're gone from my sight but in my mind you stay;
I'm reminded when seeing a little one holding their parent's hand.
Though no longer with us for you I always pray
since I know you find it just as hard to understand. 

I don't think we'll ever know why they took you away;
we complied with every request but it still wasn't good enough.
Every word that comes out of their mouth I don't believe anyway
and not knowing the truth just makes it that more tough.

Torn away from us and they tell us it's for the best
all the promises they made to us concerning you
never transpired and died with our hope the day you left
not caring at all of what they're putting you through.

Words are just words when it comes from the state
they say they care, yet they're taking you from your grandparents
not even caring about the time, effort, and care is what I really hate;
saying they want the best for you but their feelings are so transparent.

Time has gone by and getting information is only in generalities
saying you're adjusting so well and so happy where you're at
never giving us any details and speaking to us only in formalities;
it's their job and it's a job they do well and that's all I'll say about that.

My grandson I hope one day you know how we really feel;
and come across this poem that I put out on the internet highway 
read it please, and take it to heart, because our love for you is real
and I hope when you're old enough you'll come back to us someday.


Copyright by NewLife2008

Deprived

The night blackness caresses my very being;
blankly staring into the nothingness I'm seeing
a kaleidoscope of colors flash before my eyes
and it seems as if I'm wide awake dreaming.

The sounds in my head echo as if in a canyon
bouncing off the walls of my mind with reckless abandon,
reverberating endlessly with its winsome cries;
provides the only solace I share with my nightly companion.

My bustling mind is on spin cycle but it's not extracting;
it's always full of thoughts and constantly overactive.
Subtly I try to coax it to unwittingly compromise;
singing its praises so that I can distract it.

The lullaby rocks my consciousness like a baby;
finally the lids of my eyes are becoming lazy.
My body quietly succumbs though I don't realize
as sleep hushes my thoughts and finally saves me.

Copyright by NewLife2008