A Poem I Wrote:

This is a poem I wrote a long time ago.  A friend of mine was so touched, she had a plaque made.  she had it engraved in gold letters, on a colored copper plate, and set into a solid oak frame.  It looked so beautiful, I actually considered marketing copies of it...well, until I found out they would have had to sell for $120 each. I usually don't tend to share my poetry, mostly because I'm my worst critic, and I don't think any of my poetry is good enough. But then, this is a special poem, and needs to be shared once in a while.

                       My Baby

I lie me down, close my eyes, and slowly begin to weep.
My mind is off wandering, instead of counting sheep.
The hours pass by slowly, night turning into day:
And still I ask this question, why did she pass away?
The varied joys of fatherhood, the good times and the bad;
But all I have are memories, of what I once had had.
My heart is full of sorrow, my eyes are full of tears,
I think of all that I have lost, all these many years.
I visit at the graveyard, in the summer when it's hot,
And always leave a quarter for the ice cream never bought.
Loneliness grows within me, though I'm trying to be brave;
But it's hard to be a father when she's lying in a grave.
Sometimes when it's quiet, I can almost hear her talk,
Even though she left this world before she could even walk.
I can often feel her presence, though her soul I cannot see,
But somewhere in the great beyond she watches over me.
I know that someday yet to come, when all my tears are cried,
I will be back where I belong, standing at her side.