Phil said 8 more weeks,
until spring draws near.
Outside my window,
it looks like it’s here.
Category: Rhyming
It’s Hard to Let Go
On Christmas day before he died,
I went home to visit my dad.
The house was full of family,
our mood was quite somber and sad.
We drifted in and out the room,
where he lay dying in his bed.,
Each of us sharing memories,
saying the words that needed said.
Those last days perhaps the hardest,
as death became reality.
We made the promise to ourselves,
to hold on to his memories.
We were grasping for any hope,
all my brothers, sisters, and me.
We had not yet convinced ourselves,
it was time to let him be free.
Be free to hunt that long coon hunt,
that will never come to an end.
To dance his jig among his friends,
to lie beside his wife again.
Goodbye my beloved father,
in my heart you will always be.
Place a kiss on my mother’s cheek,
and tell her that it is from me.
Please Stay With Me
She stared at the pictures and all,
the memories came rushing in.
She knows these faces of children,
and remembers her life again.
Once again she heard their laughter,
like before her life fell apart.
A tear of joy streaked her soft cheek,
as she felt their love fill her heart.
It is all the warmth she can feel,
as her grandchildren hug her deep.
The light on their face as they smiled,
these memories she vows to keep.
A light twinkles in her grey eyes,
a gentle smile slips ‘cross her face.
For just a few moments she is,
back in her family’s embrace.
The light begins to peel away,
her mind fades back to submission.
Please stay she begs, to no avail,
cause her memories won’t listen.
Don’t Forget to Live
Let me tell you about a friend of mine,
said having fun was just a waste of time.
He thought life owed him more than what he got.
When he looked around on that final day,
he found himself alone, it’s sad to say.
His money had piled high, but his memories had not.
Jerry Brotherton 