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Poems

Waiting

Waiting

Patience is definitely not your best suit. Why are you waiting for them? What could you possibly see that would make you think that passing by all other opportunities put in front of you makes sense? Was it that special? was it that special for both of you, or just you? Do they know that you are waiting? Do they care? How do you know? They don’t talk to you. They don’t acknowledge you. Maybe you need to take a deeper look at the reasons you are waiting.

No thank you, I’ll wait

The hardest thing you’ve ever had to do is wait

Waiting for the unknown, the maybe, the maybe not

Controlling the anxiousness that will inevitably be there

Understanding the reasons behind what has to be done

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Poems

Changing

Changing

All things in life can change unexpectedly. Without notice you could lose your job, home, car, or family. Some people move from relationship to relationship with little to no problems at all. Others are not so lucky. The pain and torment of losing a part of their life cannot be easily calmed. The hurt runs so deep that the wounds never heal. They keep hoping for a change that never comes.

Change happens in the blink of an eye

Love, a pain like no other

Taking a chance means making a cut

A small incision, just enough

To bleed out slowly, over time

Dying a slow death, but oh so painful

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No Regrets

No Regrets

When my father passed away at such a young age I was devastated. He had several strokes years before and had just worn himself out. He was ready to go home to be with God. I found out about him losing his battle here on earth as I disembarked from a cruise that I had taken with my wife. I got a call in the port that told me his life was coming to an end. I did not make it home in time to say goodbye. However every visit before that I would kiss him and tell him that I loved him. We would talk and we would laugh. My daddy knew how much I loved him and I knew how much he loved me.

I had written this after the death of my father in 2008. I was reminded of it when a dear friend lost her grandmother yesterday so I brought it out. After rereading it I realized that this could actually help others the way that it helped me. I hope that it does.

There are no regrets here

I do not grieve for the dead and departed

I grieve for the conversations never started

I grieve for the missed hugs and missed kisses

For the family gatherings at Thanksgiving and Christmas

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