poems

Last night while I was trying to sleep,
My son's voice I did hear.
I opened my eyes and looked around,
but he did not appear.

He said: Mom, you've got to listen,
You've gotta understand.
He didn't take me from you, Mom,
He only took my hand.

When I called out in pain that day,
The instant that I died,
He reached down and took my hand,
and pulled me to his side.

He pulled me up and saved me,
from the misery and pain,
My body was hurt so badly inside,
I never could be the same.

My search is really over now,
I've found happiness within,
All the answers to my empty dreams,
and all that might have been.

I love you all and miss you so,
and I'll always be nearby.
My body's gone forever,
But my spirit will never die.

And, so, you must all go on now
Don't be mad, just understand.
He didn't take me from you,
He only took my hand.
~ Anonymous ~

SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME

I remember how I used to watch over you,
Tried to teach you the things you should do,
I can remember the things I would say.
As I tried to guide you along the way.

But since you've gone, and our lives have changed,
It seems the roles have been rearranged.
Sometimes it feels like it used to be,
Only you're the one watching over me.

I know in my mind that you're not here.
Yet there are times when you feel so near.
I've learned if I let the love flow through,
I'll get to keep a part of you.

For though death comes---the love never goes away.
Your presence is with me every day.
For my guardian angel you now will be,
And you 're the someone who'll watch over me.
~ By Carolyn Bryan ~

I need a favor, Blessed Mother.
Could you help he with this, please?
It's concerning your Son, Jesus,
So I'm asking on my knees.

When I finally come to Golry,
And I reach The Promised Land,
I envisison Jesus smiling,
Reaching out His Loving hand.

He will be so glad to see me
When at last I will arrive,
For I proclaim his name on earth
Every day that I'm alive.

He will want to keep His promise,
Bring me straight to Father God,
And to the Holy Soirit,
But Mother, this is hard.

I know to supplicate myself
Is what They will expect,
That I'll salaam, adore His face,
Give my King His due respect.

But my child will be there cheering
As I come through Heaven's Gate,
And you know my heart's desire
And how long I've had to wait!

I'm afraid that when I see my son,
I'll forget the protocol,
I'll race to hold him in my arms,
Bypassing One and All!

We will smile and laugh together
And dance around with glee!
To kiss his face and touch his curls,
Is what Heaven means to me.

Will you , my Blessed Mother,
Please explain me to Your Son?
Because you have a Mother's heart
You know to whom I'll run!

Make it right with my Creator,
And please tell The Trinity
I'm concerned that I'll fly past them
When my precious child I see!

I don't want to shock the Angels,
Or to scandalize the saints.
Nor have my day of glory be
The day all Heaven faints!

I have borne what God has sent me,
Praised and thanked Him through lifes worst
And if Heaven is my just reward,
Let me see my baby first!

Then Ill hear the angels singing
As I praise God with my boy,
To be finally reunited,
With my son, and God of joy.