 |
Another one which was published in a book of commemorative poems for Princess Diana. Diana was an icon, and I really
loved her, and was devaststed by her untimely death.
Princess Diana – Queen of our Hearts
You were part of our lives for seventeen years
And during that time you dried many tears
From children in playschool to derelicts on streets
From lepers to pauper, they fell at your feet.
You also cried so many tears of your own
At times you felt desperate, unloved and alone
But darling Diana, you were never alone
We loved you as if you were one of our own
Your beauty compassion and caring ways
Will live in our memories for the rest of our days
A fairytale princess so tender and true
Could you ever imagine what we all thought of you?
May we learn from your life what you tried to show
To love one another, be it friend or foe
Dear Father in heaven, Please hear our prayer
And keep dear Diana in Thy loving care
The tributes, the flowers the mourning was vast
You left us a legacy which forever will last
Forgive us Lord when we cry from the pian
Of knowing we won’t see Diana again
Forgive us too, when we question WHY?
Why did our Diana have to die
Grant Diana and Dodi eternal rest
It broke all of our hearts when you reclaimed the best.
An English Rose, lent not given
To grow on earth, but to bloom in heaven
Resting in peace now where the good people go
God Bless you Diana, we all loved you so.
This is one I was asked to write for my friend's grandsons first birthday card.
Just one year ago today
Our lives seemed so complete
To have
it any better
Would really be a treat
We
didn’t want for anything
Our lives were full of joy
But
then you came into our world
A bouncing baby boy
And
now that you are one year old
You’ve given us so much pleasure
You
surely are a gift from God
A gift we’ll always treasure.
The
years will pass,
We’ll watch you grow
We’ll
laugh and cry
And love you so
And so this birthday card
we send
Just to let you know
How much you really mean to
us
We’ll love you to the end.
THIS IS NOT MY OWN WORK - IT WAS SENT TO ME VIA E-MAIL. I LIKED IT SO MUCH I WANT TO INCLUDE IT HERE.
Treat Family
Like Strangers
I ran into a stranger
as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for
you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.
But at home a
different story is told,
How we treat our
loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned,
I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I
didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,
"While
dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse”.
Go and look on
the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked
them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears
that filled his little eyes."
By this time,
I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake
up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I
found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue.
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh,
Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway."
I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
HERE IS ANOTHER COPIED POEM WHICH CARRIES A VERY MOVING AND POIGNANT MESSAGE.
I Got Flowers Today
I got flowers today.
It wasn't my birthday or
any other special day.
We had our first argument last night,
And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me.
I know he is sorry and didn't mean the things he said.
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasn't our anniversary any
other special day.
Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me.
It seemed like a nightmare.
I couldn't
believe it was real.
I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry.
Because he sent
me flowers today.
I got flowers today,
and it wasn't Mother's Day or any other special day.
Last night, he
beat me up again.
And it was much worse than all the other times.
If I leave him, what will I do?
How will I take
care of my kids?
What about money?
I'm afraid of him and scared to leave.
But I know he must be sorry.
Because
he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
Today was a very special day.
It was the day of my funeral.
Last night, he finally killed me.
He beat me to death.
If only I had gathered enough courage and strength to leave
him,
I would not have gotten flowers...today.
By Paulette Kelly
© Copyright 1992 Paulette Kelly
All Rights Reserved
How long did it take you to read the poem?
Please divide the number of seconds it took you to read the poem by 15,
then round it up to the next whole number.
Your answer represents the number of women that were abused during the time
it took you to read this poem—one did not survive.
Help us eradicate the heinous crime of Domestic Violence. Your actions could
be the difference that makes the difference.
Please, do something.
Fibromyalgia Information/Support sites
Understanding Fibromyalgia
Chronic Syndrome Support Association
Information on Fibromyalgia
National Fibromyalgia Awareness
Fibrofog.com
Fibromyalgia Personal Support Centre
Fibrohugs
You're never too old to rock and roll if you're too young to die
 
|
