| Here you will find a collection of poems I have written over the years. Most do not deal with the loss of a child. Some are kind of hard to handle so I would advise parents to please read these before you let your children. Some of these poems were written during a very difficult time in my life. Any of the poems posted with (Dunham) in parenthesis were written before my marriage to the most wonderful man I know and therefore I have added my married name to the poems, however the original Poems are signed Dunham, not King. All poems here are copy righted if you would like to use one or more of them on your site please email me for permission first. All poetry on this page is original and I hold the copy rights. Stealing of these poems will not be tolerated and is punishable by law. Thank you. |
| A Year of Firsts... This was supposed to be a year of firsts For you and me When you were born We were supposed to be a family In January It would have been cheer As we stayed up 'til midnight On our first New Year In February It would have been hearts of red Lots of hugs and kisses And I love you's would have been said In March It would have been clovers in green And your first story's Of leprachauns never seen In April It would have been rainy days full of laughter Snuggling under blankets And stories that end happily ever after In May It would have been roses abound Happiness and Friends As Mother's Day rolled around In June It would have been sand Cook outs with daddy And you in my hand In July It would have been lights And beautiful explosions That light up the night In August It would have been wind on our faces As we bustled about Visiting lots of places In September It would have been colors, red, orange and brown As we watched the first leaves Fall to the ground In October It would have been Trick or Treats Ghosts and goblins and lots of sweets In November It would have been blessings Turkey and potatoes Pudding and dressings In December It would have been snow All beautiful and white And everything all aglow Instead of all this I am reminded each day Just how sad every holiday is Since you couldn't stay The day you were born Is one I will treasure With emotions all mixed Between heartache and pleasure Though you missed The best first of all Your first true birthday I will always recall ~Ginny King~ July 28, 2001 in memory of Emily and Briana born and died January 3, 2000 |
| For Your Fame For your fame We pay the price of pain For your days of giving You were taken For your fulfillment There is emptiness For your love There is hate For your time there is space For your understanding There is anger and frustration For your peace There is corruption For your years There's only tears Ther's no words to explain There's no forgetting the pain We loved you so, but now your gone We will forever sing the phrases of your song And we'll try to carry on ~Ginny King (Dunham) April 1990 written in Memory of Mrs. Marilynn Depue Murdered April 15, 1990 by her abusive ex-husband |
| The Joy that Gleams Within The joy that gleams within Gleams within my heart The saddness that looms within Will shortly fall apart I may get down or lonely But I never will be sad The joy that gleams within Gleams within my heart I guess it's always been there Even from the start The saddness I once felt Has since gone away I now feel better With each new day The joy that gleams within Gleams within my heart I now know I can be pretty And also very smart You taught me many things You gave me a new start You taught me that the joy that gleams within Gleams within my heart Ginny King (Dunham) April 1990 written in loving memory of Mrs. Marilynn Depue |
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