kittenspoems

A gift of life a child is born, we wait nine months and
from our womb they are torn.
We laugh and we smile, we cry and we pray that this
gift that god gave us has come
here to stay. Their first year is over, then two, and
then three, we say to Out selves look what god gave to me.
Next comes year four, five, and then six, their now
testing our patience and learning new tricks.
We love year seven, and eight, and
then nine, but still we must wonder where is the time?
Each time they leave home we hope
their alright, we kiss them
and tell them please be home by night.
They gain independence more and more everyday;
we pray every night that they’ll be o.k.
We tell them the things that we want them to know, we
hope they will stay but we know they must go.
We teach them the things that we want them to learn, but
before we have realized the tables have turned.
They’re now in charge of their lives and their dreams, and we Are
left falling apart at the seams. We hope they’ll be wise, courageous and
strong, we hope they’ll be safe and that nothing goes wrong.
We will always watch over the gift sent from above, we give them our hearts
and then wait for their love.

Written by
Rose M. DeVoll 2001

A Gift Of Life

Little Girl Don't Cry

I truely understand what it is your going thru, I can feel your pain everyday that you arn't you. I can feel it in your touch,
I can see it in your eyes. Your pain runs much too deep to keep
it in disguise. The things they did to you are the worst of any
kind, it baracades your soul and deceives your little mind.
The preciious little girl that lives inside your soul, is finally
coming out but she doesn't know her role. So confused
and unaware of the things that you went thru, you kept
her safe from them and now she owes that all to you.
You both are so confused of the damage that's been done,
you two must join your hands and your souls must
live as one. Now that the time has come that
you two must live as one, she can help
you heal your pain if you will tell her whats
been done. You kept her safe within so she doesn't
feel the same; now she has all your inocense
and you have all your pain.

Written By Rose DeVoll - 2001

The Words we hear from the one that loves us should
never be less than true, never be less than kind, never be less than loving God knows, because we are the one that our loveone
has chose. Promises are the most important words we hear, when we hear a promise it's like music in our ear.Promises let us know
that our loveone truly cares, cares enough to promise and cares
enough to share. A promise means that those words spoken
should be nothing less than true, something we can
count on because they came from you. When promises
get broken they fill our heart with pain, fill our
eyes with tears and things may never be the same.
Broken promises build a wall around your heart, to keep
you safe inside, to help you understand that
the one you trust has lied. A wall that keeps
you isolated, confused and full of doubt.
Not knowing what it was that you couldn't live
without. Promises are the stepping stones that
leads us into trust, and without that very trust
there could never have been us.

Written By Rose DeVoll - May 2001

It only takes a moment to show how deep we care, to the
one we love, the one that's always there.
Time passes more quickly than anyone expects, and when
our time is over we'd be filled with past regrets.
If we hadn't taken the time, just
one moment from each day, to show the one
we love that we care in every way.
The time that we are given from our birth
until we die, is something very special
that money can not buy.Time is so very
precious so each day we need to try, to show
them that we're filled with love and
their the reason why.

Written By Rose DeVoll - 1989

How will I love thee ten years down the line?
Today our love feels greater than the sky.
Could love decrease through years of spending time?
Today I hope we never say good-bye.

Could love decrease? I feel not so today,
but that's today and morrows coming soon.
But maybe we will split and go two ways, as life
goes on old feelings change that's true.

Or maybe we'll be filled with splendid days, and
maybe I will say "I wish I knew".

Will love decrease, or will it instead grow?
Now I can see that this I'll never know.

Written By Rose DeVoll - 1985

Promises

I waite for you all my life, now I have you as my wife.
I never thought it would be true, that I could have someone like you.
Your skin so soft your eyes so blue.
Life so special, I never knew.
Before you.

Now I can waite all my life and live each day with you as my wife.
To look in your eyes and touch your soft skin, to think they say
our love is a sin.
If only they realized if only they knew.
Love so real, this love so true.

Do they even know how lonely life was?
So sad.
So blue.

Before you.

Written by Rose DeVoll - 2001

Before You

I will be adding a page to my site to display poetry written by other writers. If you are interested in having your writing posted on this site, please use the link below to submit your work. Any work that is not racist or prejudice will be posted on this site. If you have any questions please feel free to email me. Thank You - Kitten

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To My Mother
To My Mother

Lost and all alone
Oh the tears I cry
Tears sharp like a razors edge upon my delicate face
Tears that fall like blood would poor from an open wound
Such sadness
Such pain
Such despair
As to mortally wound a blessed soul as my own
Such a soft childish soul still longing for the touch
Of her mothers soft hand upon her skin
Nothing but loneliness
No mother
No father
No one who remembers you as that lost child
So the tears keep falling and falling
You drowned in the tears you have wept for so long
Continuous rivers of tears and pools of blood that flow from my body
So weak
So tired
So alone
Left as a small child to stand in the shadow of darkness alone
No light
No warmth
No feeling
Numbness
What is that I am still missing inside my soul
How will I fill this empty hole
My wounds will mend
But not without a mothers healing love and nurturing touch
Will they ever heal
Wounds that had in their attempt to heal
Formed a strong protective mass of scar tissue
That keeps me safe from pain
The pain of those razor sharp tears
That slash my flesh
And left me alone to bleed
Or alone to die
Which ever over comes my soul first
I can no longer cry tears of pain for you mother
Only tears of release
Release of a soulless child lost within my mind

Written by Rose M DeVoll
January 2001

To My Mother