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BECKY'S POEMS



BROTHER'S THREE
By Becky Copyright (C) September 19, 1998

As my eyelids close to sleep I think of them and start to weep I miss them so much, my brothers three The ones who used to hold and comfort me Their laughs, their sighs and mocking smiles Bring back memories down through the miles of years gone by when I was young my fiery temper, my spitfire tongue One would laugh and tell me how like a child I did seem and I'd vow I knew I was all grown up. Another would call me just a pup, and swing me round and hold me loose and say I love you little goose. The third one it still seems strange would stand and watch for any change in my life where I might stall and be there to catch me in the fall that surely came when I did not think of consequences that would come to sink my thoughts and act of great despair He would be there to help repair my heart, my soul, my outlook on life Till the day I became a wife. The reluctance to let go I saw then In the eyes of each of them when As they watched me turn away To give my hand on that day To another man they did not see if he could give the same to me As they had done through out the years Three grown men stood and fought the tears. As our lives grew far apart The miles did not affect the heart And each of us would respond when the call came to come home and then I stood beside the coffins each of the three bereft of speech why did I not tell them how much their love had meant but now I can only do it in the night Then in my sleep I make it right I love you brothers and I pray we will be connected on the day when all will rise to meet the one who will say it is now done I will embrace you all and then I can thank you once again.

belljoye





Deepest Thoughts

By Becky Copyright (C) September 20, 1998

Sometimes I sit and I wonder Why I am here and I look asunder In my mind I can only see That God made earth and He made me Are things and others around me real Or are they just to make me feel Maybe I am all alone and the rest Are figments from my mind at best It seems so strange to think some day That I will eventually pass away But why was I put here, I don't know Are there seeds that I need to sow Is there really an overall plan Worked out for the existence of man If so, what is my part in the scheme of things Will I someday be fitted with wings Will I know when I have gone What became of those back home When a child I was then taught To ask these questions were for naught Why was I given a mind to think I want so much to find the link To find the unanswerable that I fear Why am I me and why am I here.



belljoye





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