On Sunday, I posted a poem I wrote in middle school or early high school. I found a notebook with only a few poems in them. Those poems are a precious glimpse into the person I used to be, the person I was during the more trying times in ones life – the teen years.
Here are two more…
Forever and Tomorrow (estimated 1991)
I saw your tears and wiped them gone,
hoping they would disapear.
It did not work, for they returned
knowing your love for him still burned.
I closed my eyes,
held back my tears,
seeing and hearing all your fears.
I’ll hold your hand
Squeeze tighter, tighter.
Let it out: anger, love,
frustration, sorrow.
I’m here for you.
Forever and tomorrow.
Memories (this was written for a poetry segment in English in 7th grade)
I remember him as being someone great and strong,
and he, along with my mother, taught me right from wrong.
I remember early morning good-byes and “Goodbye Daddy” cries,
and as he came home from a job well done, the fun had just begun.
I remember bed time stories,
from that great, big picture book.
Those pictures in the stories, I would always want a look.
But that is where my memories end, I only wish my heart would mend.
I don’t remember all the pain that everybody felt,
I was too young to feel it, but I knew it was being felt.
I was only a four year old child,
but I knew reality was not mild.
I understood that something was wrong, and that the pain would be long.
The memories of my father,
go deep inside my heart.
And with such good memories,
from my father I will never part.
Beautiful, Erin. The one about your dad is making me cry.