Feelings From The Heart

It is so important to think and feel.
It shows that your mind and heart are real.
Foolish at times, to others I may seem,
but my feelings are real and a part of me.

The following poems were written by me
and came straight from the heart!

The following poems are copywrited.
any further use of them are forbidden
without my permission.
Eileen Breedlove

I wrote the following poem for my grandson.

My Daddy

Mommy loves me and Daddy does to.
They went seperate ways and my heart split in two.

I hope they can tell I know things arent right.
Please God let them think before they fight.

One day my Daddy moved away.
I miss him when it's time to play.

Remember Mommy, he loves me to.
I want to be with him as much as with you.

Because you are mad dont keep him from me.
I want to grow up and know him you see.

Please keep me in mind when Daddy calls.
I need him to when I stumble and fall.

Its OK if you dont live together.
But I need you both to love me forever.

Keep my best interest deep in your heart.
Please dont keep me and Daddy apart.

When I kneel down to pray at night.
I want to tell Jesus that things are alright.

God gave me a Mommy and a Daddy to.
He didnt give either of you the right to choose.

Eileen Breedlove

The Gift of a Mother

Sometimes it takes
so many years
To appreciate a Mother
and all of her tears.

Many gifts of life
my Mom gave to me.
I learned as she faced
life's uncertainties.

The gift of acceptance
for who I am.
She always "let go" knowing
I'de be back again.

The gift of encouragement
when nothing went right.
"You can do it!" she'd say.
"Dont give up the fight."

The gift of survival
she made loud and clear.
Gaining strength and endurement
Through each silent tear.

The gift of determination
When life falls apart.
Many times she stood tall
and made a new start.

The gift of patience
for all that I need.
Time would take care of it
if I planted a seed.

The faith of a mustard seed
She always did say
Would move any mountain
out of my way.

The gift of life
My Mom gave to me.
Special through my eyes
She will forever be.

The gift of love
for myself and others.
No love can compare
To the love of a Mothers.

Eileen Breedlove

A FEELING

There's a feeling that resides
deep within my mind.
Constant pain and suffering,
No peace is there to find.

It lingers on each waking day
And haunts me through the night.
No matter how I see my world
It's never worth the fight.

That feeling thats within me
Overshadows all things good.
It's hard to face this test of life
The way that I know I should.

What makes a person want to end
A gift so precious as life?
How could this feeling overpower me
And cut just like a knife?

I truly do not understand
As I struggle to find my way.
Why this feeling in my mind
Will never go away.

Where is the answer
To stop this endless pain?
I ache to feel a peaceful heart
And cherish life again.

I come to you in prayer Lord
Please help to set me free.
I feel to weak to take a step.
For awhile please carry me.

I need to feel your powers
deep inside my soul.
To turn it over to you Lord
Teach me to just let go.

I believe that you can do it.
I've seen it many times.
Take the darkness from deep within
And fill my soul with sunshine.

Eileen Breedlove
1999

God Is Forgiving

I know that God is forgiving
no matter what we do.
He said we only have to ask.
I believe this to be true.

A Father wouldn't cast His child
Into the pits of hell
Knowing an action took place
At a time a mind wasn't well.

He knows our every thought
Completely through and through.
He doesn't care what others think
It's all between Him and you.

I don't think God has guidelines
Whether sins are great or small
Jesus paid the ultimate price
And forgiveness is there for us all.

Written By: Eileen Breedlove
1999

A SHIP

A ship is safe
inside the harbor
with her anchor
resting there.

Ships weren't built
for sitting still.
This kind of life
would break her will.

She must set sail
on out to sea
with blind faith
in her destiny.

The right direction
She keeps her bow.
The wrath of nature
strengthens her somehow.

Not fearing the unknown
storms she must face.
But relying on God
and His saving grace.

That glorious place
she sails to greet
where sky and water
together they meet.

Written by : Eileen Breedlove
November 1999

A Ragged Tulip

Sitting all alone
depressed as I could be.
Angry with my life
And all it offered me.

Nothing but trouble
Was all that I could see.
Facing each day
Was useless to me.

Life so depressing.
No good was around.
Looking at the days ahead
No reason could be found.

Thinking of ways
I could end my life.
Everyday was nothing
But a long hard fight.

A child ran up
And began pestering me.
What was left of a tulip
She tried handing to me.

The stem was ragged
Only two peddles left.
She said "This is for you!"
"It is the best!"

Her voice was cheerful.
Her smile was bright.
I wanted her to leave me
Alone in my fight.

Wihout a smile
I looked the other way.
Hoping she would turn around
And go off to play.

Just my luck.
She sat right down.
Ignoring the fact
I gave her a frown.

She smelled the flower
And smiled again.
Waving it in my face
Irritating me to no end.

Then it dawned on me
That kid was blind.
Anciously searching,
My hand she could not find.

I took that ragged tulip
And shamefully wondered why
It was me that was blind,
As tears filled my eyes.

Like a butterfly dancing
in the morning sun
She ran off without knowing
My heart she had won.

Sometimes we dont listen
The way that we could.
Sometimes we dont see
The things that we should.

This child had vision
From inside her soul.
She could see things in life
That make us whole.

A lesson I learned
On that very day.
If you see from within
It will guide life's way.

This path that we walk
And the troubles we face
Are God's lessons of teaching
His saving grace.

Eileen Breedlove
Written 1996

FOOLISH GAMES

YOU CAN'T GO ON FOREVER,
PLAYING FOOLISH GAMES.
ONE DAY YOU WILL BE CAUGHT
AS YOU TARNISH OTHERS' NAMES.

GOSSIP IS A CRUEL THING,
NO MATTER WHERE IT STARTS
IT HURTS SO MANY PEOPLE,
AND BREAKS SO MANY HEARTS.

JEALOUSY IS AN EVIIL,
CONSUMES YOUR EVERY THOUGHT
END RESULT IS LONLINESS
WHICH LEAVES YOU SO DISTRAUGHT.

POWER CAN BE A GOOD THING,
WHEN USED IN A POSITIVE WAY
BE STRAIGHT, DON'T MANIPULATE
OR YOU'LL LOSE IT ALL SOMEDAY.

LYING IS SO FOOLISH,
THAT IS A SIMPLE FACT
YOU"LL LOSE THE TRUST OF OTHERS
AND NEVER TO GAIN IT BACK.

PLEASE HEED THESE WORDS OF WISDOM
WITH YOUR ACTIONS EVERY DAY
MUST STRIVE TO BE LIKE JESUS
OR ONE DAY HAVE HELL TO PAY.

by: EILEEN BREEDLOVE
copyright, August, 1999

Written For My Mother
The First Time I Used A Camera And Took Her Picture!

A Picture Of You

I think the prettiest way
That I ever saw you look
Was on that day you smiled at me
Your picture then I took!

Standing so proud and tall
In front of that beautiful tree.
You looked right straight into my heart
Your beauty I could see.

Your lipstick matched the colors
Of the flowers in delight.
Your hair was glistening at its best,
Radianent in the sunlight.

I'll never forget that special day
I took that picture of you.
I think that could be the very day
I fell in love with you.

Eileen Breedlove
1998

When God Created Mothers

God knew what He was doing
When He created Mothers.
The qualities He gave them
Are possessed by not one other.

They have a way of speaking soft
That calms your greatest fears.
A voice embeded in your soul
That carries you for years.

She has a way of letting you know
That her love is always near.
The tenderness of her gentle hand
As she dries your every tear.

A Mother always stands by you
Even when you're wrong.
Then she tries to guide you right
When she has you all alone.

When in the company of others
Never making you feel small
With pride and joy she'll stand by you
And help you to stand tall.

She has a way of holding you up
When things in life go wrong.
She'll carry you till she can tell
That once again you're strong.

When she thinks you need the space
To venture out and grow,
She lets you feel you're on your own
But never did let go.

The part of us we leave behind
A Mother keeps alive.
No matter how much time goes by
You'll always be her child.

God knew what He was doing
When He created Mothers.
They have a way of loving you
That compares to not one other.

Eileen Breedlove
1999

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