My Wish for you

My wish

is for you to know 

that imperfect love.

Love that has its faults 

but it is unconditionally 

given. 

My wish for you

is to know

the sweetness of 

someone who loves you

with all your faults and 

silly imperfections. 

My wish for you 

is simple. 

It is sincere and sweet. 

My wish for you is 

a lifetime of 

happiness

and joy. 

Of precious memories 

and a home filled 

with love. 

My wish for you is to 

always know

that for good or

bad, I am here, 

to listen, 

to talk, 

to simply 

hold your hand 

or be the quiet in 

your current storm. 

My wish is for you to 

know God's unfailing and 

perfect love. 

To know that today, 

tomorrow and 

forever

that He is here

guiding you

and loving you. 

To know that my heart 

wishes so 

much for you. 

May God direct your 

path and lead 

you where you need to 

be. 

My wish for you

is simply

love.

God Written Love Story

Their story 

is one of misunderstandings,

friendship and 

love. 

It fills the pages in 

their journey

from the beginning and 

will end

on a day only 

God knows. 

As they hold hands and

walk through this journey

their story being written

with each step. 

The words written

are some in anger, 

through fights they have 

survived, 

tears they have each cried.

Words of love, 

of joy. 

Whispers in the night, 

pillow fights, 

hugs and 

quiet moments spent together. 

Their story, 

begins the day they will meet. 

A story already written, 

but not yet lived. 

A story that 

was pre-written by

the Creator of the Heavens and 

the Earth. 

It was written before 

each one was born

and though they may not know

it yet, 

it was written just for them...

Their God written love story. 

A story created by 

God, 

a relationship that will 

be built on 

His foundation. 

For that which God 

has put together, 

let no man 

interfere. 

Broken Inside

Perfection lingers over her head, 

as her flaws stand out in 

that night. 

She prays to God, 

to understand, 

the things that make her 

imperfect. 

She sits and prays, 

with no 

answers to the questions 

that she asks. 

The mirror reflects 

the flaws 

she knows everyone sees. 

Her quiet nature, 

keeping in 

the things that she feels, 

holding back the tears, 

as she struggles to 

hold on to 

what little strength she has. 

Walls that have been 

built, 

strong tonight 

than ever before. 

Her emotionless state

a product of 

what she has been through. 

One can't be strong

without hiding pieces 

of themselves. 

Now she sees. 

Now she knows. 

The mirror displays 

what he 

implied, 

She is broken inside. 

The Cross

At the cross

His blood was spilled.

A sign to all 

our sins are forgiven, 

a betrayal that 

had meaning for those that 

believe. 

He was hung on the cross

so that we could live

a life eternal in 

God's love and grace. 

At the cross 

he hung, a thorn of 

crowns upon His head. 

A man, 

the son of God, 

born of the Virgin, 

who walked the earth and lived

as we all do. 

A sacrifice no mother 

can imagine, 

A sacrifice no father could 

fathom, 

His parents, earthly and His heavenly Father 

watch as the 

son they love,

died on the cross 

bleeding, beaten, 

and murdered. 

His death is our life, 

his suffering is our 

forgiveness of our sins. 

He died the death 

we should have suffered, 

for the wages of sin 

is death. 

He bore that cross for us, 

a sign of a love we can't 

imagine, 

a love we don't deserve. 

The cross is the symbol of 

all He has given for us. 

A sign 

made of wood, 

stained with His blood

and a reminder that 

to live our lives for God. 

To give Him the glory and pray for 

our forgiveness and the forgiveness 

others. 

A reminder of God's love and sacrifice for 

the children that he loves. 

The cross, 

a symbol like no other. 

A promise, 

not unlike the rainbow. 

A gift

of life and forgiveness. 

Where pain and torture took place, 

hope and love are 

replaced on that wooden cross. 

Life and Love

The morning draws near,

a cup between her 

hands.

She watches as the leaves 

fall from the trees

and ponders 

the many things that 

she has faced. 

Love, loss, heartache, joy, 

the birth of new life,

the hope in new 

love, 

the sadness when it ended and 

the joy that comes in the morning

after the sorrow of the night. 

He sits at the light, 

waiting,

pondering how 

he lost her. 

The one who listened 

to him 

when he was down, 

the one who 

gave him 

everything; everything 

he ignored. 

Never did he look 

to see what he had

only longed for what he no 

longer did. 

He has experienced so much 

in his life, he 

has forgotten the joy 

in the simple moments of 

life. 

He lost what he should have kept 

and now while the light is red

he ponders how he 

lost. 

Life and love 

bring about 

things we can't see 

when its right in front of us. 

She sees a man lost in his own 

pain and misery while he sees 

what he no longer has. 

She prays for him each and every 

night, 

He hides behind a wall 

and drowns her memory each 

and every night. 

It is only in the dawning of a new 

morning 

do they realize what 

they no longer have. 

He wishes for a way back, 

she wishes for a mend 

to her broken heart. 

Guarding it, 

keeping it hidden 

for no one else to 

find. 

Fathers and Sons

When you see them together, 

you see the resemblance. 

They disagree, 

they argue, 

they fight trying to prove 

their point. 

One wants to be like the 

other, 

and the other wants the younger one 

to be their own person. 

They have the same 

walk, 

the same talk 

and a similar attitude. 

For every disagreement the have, 

they always remember

its not always about who is right and 

who is wrong. 

The younger one, 

fights for his independence, 

while the older one watches 

and wishes for a moment 

that young boy would 

slow down 

and not be in a hurry to grow up. 

The younger one thinks the 

older one is too old,

and the older one thinks the

younger one is two young. 

They are so much a like, 

each one set in their ways. 

The young one is not afraid 

of saying anything that will send the older one 

away, for he knows 

now that he is one as well, 

that nothing can change 

the love between

father and son.

Dad

His mark on her life 

was made the moment she 

was born. 

He was the first to hold

her hand, 

wipe away her tears and 

hold to hold her when she cried. 

With every step, first and second, he

was there to see. 

Her first smile was for him to see, 

her first word was his name. 

He held her hand for 

moment on he 

day she was born, 

but his heart she

captured forever. 

Through the years, she

grew to become 

a woman 

he could be proud of. 

She longed to 

make him proud of her

each and every 

day. 

He was her first love, 

and her very first 

hero. 

Every man who comes

into her life, 

won't compare to him.

Some will try 

not many will succeed. 

He is capturer of the monsters under 

the bed,

the killer of spiders and 

the one she will 

always look to, 

when the world seems scary 

and dark. 

Every day is one more day

she gets to call him

Dad. 

3/28/1998

Today I held you,

for the very first time. 

I saw your 

sweet face,

gave you your precious name. 

For months 

I wondered who you would 

be. 

Today is the beginning 

of getting to know 

the little girl you 

will become. 

Watching the steps you will 

take, 

will be my greatest joy and

perhaps

my greatest frustration.

Never have I wanted to 

protect someone

other than me. 

Never have I loved

someone more

than you. 

I counted your 

ten tiny toes

and your ten tiny fingers. 

Today, I held you

for the first time. 

Today is the beginning

of being your mom

and watching you

grow. 

Let me tell you 

little one, 

I love you more than 

you will ever know

until that moment, 

you hold your own. 

I love you sweet little 

Kira Dee. 

Hidden Inside

So many things, 

she keeps inside, 

so many things her smile

does hide. 

The things she doesn't share

no one would 

understand. 

She hides herself,

from the world 

knowing the loneliness 

that will wrap around her 

like a glove. 

She smiles, but not

inside.

Her heart that once

was whole, 

she protects the pieces that 

are left. 

The pieces she clings to,

as a lifeline. 

The pieces

that she managed to hold onto

the day he left. 

She knows what it costs to love,

and vows,

never to trust that much 

again. 

She keeps him at arms length, 

smiles when he is near,

when all she 

wants to do is run away. 

She knows, 

he will never know 

the pain she 

felt, 

the tears she tried not 

to cry

and all that she still holds 

deep inside.