Monday, August 3, 2009

Heart of the Soul

My soul touched your face -
I could scarely breathe.
Your skin, so perfect, dark and
smooth, broken only by character
lines...not wrinkles.

A love, carried within my soul,
perfection searched for throughout
eternity. Now found too late...
a love so perfect....so forbidden.

In your eyes, I see a love
...I know is mine, and
I feel the words of love...
soul to soul...I love you.

I have forever, and forever
I will. Your love so unexpected,
reaching out to touch me...
changing my life forever,
throughout eternity.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Tomorrow, Daddy I Promise

I'll stop by to see him tomorrow,
there so much I need to say,
I know, he must know I love him,
I think of him every day.

Tomorrow, I'll run by to see him
...the entire day devoted to dad,
I've just been so busy...
and things are going so bad.

Tomorrow, I'll stop by for supper,
I think I might just shake his hand,
and thank him for sacrifices ...
Im beginning to understand.

I'll tell him just how handsome ...
I think, he still looks to me.
But today...there's a long list of places
I'm expected to be.

I know, he knows I love him,
that's all that matters, I guess.
I'm sure he understands me,
and knows I'm doing my best.

My heart is silently breaking,
as a hearsh rolls quietly on,
yesterday...tomorrows were forever,
now daddy's tomorrows are gone.

Today, I made time for daddy,
nothing really so important, I guess.
My busy world stood still today...
as they laid my daddy to rest.

So many words left unspoken,
so many things left to say...
he must have known I loved him...
I thought of him every day.

"I love you daddy..."
Shirley Cochran-Walls

Monday, July 27, 2009

Night Battle

Peacefully tranquil the dark settles in,
and waits for the change as the night begins.

Boundless barriers of unlimited space,
enhanced by jewelry of immeasurable taste.

Cloaked in shadows across the terrain,
no viable scars of disaster or pain.

But with the moon's light come the guns again,
and trhe killing will start for the beginning of the end.

Women and...Life's Challenges

The Teenager: 1 a.m.

About the time teenagers are filled with notions of individuality, they are overwhelmed with a need to belong to a group. No wonder they get confused! If you have been the parent of a teenager, you'll understand the following message. I hope the teenagers do.

It's 1 a.m....You wake up in unbelievable pain. It's time! You fight down the panic and wake up your husband. You are about to become parents. No time for sleeping.

I'ts 1 a.m....You brought your new baby home today, your too excited to sleep. Besides, you keep waking up to check to see if he (or she)is breathing or take another look at him.

It's 1`a.m....You drag out of your warm spot on a cold winter night to check the diaper, maybe he's wet. He might get cold if he's wet, and now that you're up, you might as well feed him.

It's 1 a.m...You are up cleaning house, the baby has been sick for two days, and it's the only time you can get your housework done. Maybe, you can catch up on your sleep some when stop cutting teeth.

It's 1 a.m... You don't dare go to sleep, the baby has a fever over 100 degrees. You feel so sorry for him, you couldnt rest anyway knowing he was sick. He looks so helpless..you pick him up and pray those big red chicken pox don't scar his beautiful soft skin. You cry for him and wish you could make the pain go away.

It's 1 a.m....It has been a rough day at your job, but your finally home and need to hem his new blue jeans. He starts school tomorrow. You don't go to bed because you're too nervous to sleep anyway. What if he needs to go to the bathroom, or get a drink and they won't let him. what if someone hurts his feeling at school.

It's 1 a.m....You need to go to bed, but your little man is playing football for the first time. And you need to make a midnight run to Wal-Mart for black socks, he absolutely MUST HAVE by tomorrow, but only told you about few minutes ago.

It's 1 a.m.... You are exhausted, but you need to soak this football uniform a little more before you wash and press it. You cant get still enough to rest anyway. What if he gets hurt? You remind yourself while you're pressing his jersey, good mothers dont rush out on the field when this jersey is on the bottom of a pile of football players.

It's 1 a.m...He left today for an entire week at camp. Fianlly, you can get to bed by 9 p.m....,tossing and turning wondering if he can learn to swim, will he drown? What if the camp counselors don't really watch what he's doing...what if he gets hurt?


It's 1 a.m....It's been a long week, though you havent slept all week worrying about him. Now, you are too excited to sleep because he's coming home tomorrow...you missed him so much, cant wait to see him and hear all about his adventure.


It's 1 a.m.. You turn around and...you cant sleep because he is getting his drivers licenses tomorrow! Or maybe he wont...what if he doesn't, he will be so embarassed. He is so nervous...it hurts to see him suffer. Oh, what if he has to face his friends? That would be terrible!


It's 1 a.m...No sleep tonight! He got the drivers licenses. You are so glad he is feeling good about himself...all grown up. But...oh no...now he will be driving!

It's 1 a.m... a sound coming from his room wakes you up...he's crying. You tiptoe to his door, like so many nights before. As you knock on the door, you hear the dreaded words you knew you would hear someday...."go away and leave me alone". You feel like a mule kicked you in the stomach.

1 a.m....How can you just "go away"? Your worst fear has been realized...he doesnt think he needs you any more. You have to adjust to the fact ..."his world is just his world, now". The hands that bandaged his wounds, and touched his heart all these years... are now tied. You've done the best you could. But you dont love him any less...than when you rocked him when he cried. But now...you can only go back to bed...not to sleep but to worry ...and wait for the day, he realizes he still needs you in his life.

1 a.m....You walk the floor, you look at the clock. Where could he be? Is he alright? Maybe, you should call his friends or the police...no...that would embarass him. You are so afraid these days to do the wrong thing. But you are never quite sure what the wrong thing is anymore. The only thing you know for sure is your love for him has not changed. So you wait...you worry...but you dont sleep!

1 a.m.....The same night, maybe only a block away, your son sits on the hood of your. He is so wrapped up in his friends, he has forgotten the time. He notices his watch (that you bought himso he could make it home on time) and suddenly, says"...Aw man, I gotta go... my old lady gonna throw a fit. You guys cant believe how hard I have it. She acts like I owe her something!She expects me to be home at a certain time just so she can go to sleep! His friends all join in his self-pity for having such a messed up mom.


Teenagers give the mothers a break! It's not easy to be rational when you've not slept a full night in 17 years! Your mothers have been programed to be concerned about your every whim since before you were born. So don't expect it to stop just because YOU have decided you are grown up. Afterall, someone once said, "When I was 18 my mother didnt understand anything about the real world--it is amazing how much she learned by the time I was 21."

Remember things like these on Mother's Day...they are the things that make a mother. Dont be so quick to push your parents aside...the world is a lonely place when there is no one left to care...and it has been said..."nobody loves you like your mother".

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Lost Love

I cant appreciate the flowers,
because everything beautiful dies.
There's pain in the evening sunset...
when I cant see it through your eyes.

No glistening dew on the window
as the sun begins to rise,
only reflections of the empty night
as I remember last goodbyes.

Do I dare to trust the sunshine
and it's promise of a brand new day?
Or just as I learn to love it...
will it be taken away?

Beauty of the rose that blooms,
is only on loan to see...
but pleasure that it brought to all...
meant a special love to me.

To trust in God is to trust in love,
so peace will finally come,
and replace the pain here left behind
...at least it will for some.

Abusing the Abused?

Dont judge me by my bruises,
try to understand...my good points
and my bad points...both make me
who I am.

Dont judge me by my actions,
dont assume that Im just weak,
I'm listening...and Im waiting
until its my turn to speak.

Dont think I deserve bad
treatment because of who I am,
my weakness may seem strange to you,
but Im doing the best I can.

I may look tired and ragged, and
a little worn for wear, but Ive
learned God has a plan for me...
and He does really care.

So dont judge me by my bruises,
Im worth more than meets the eye,
Ive lived through hell and heartache,
as opportunites passed by.

My blessings and my defects,
both made me who I am,
Ive waivered and Ive stumbled,
caught my breathe then took a stand.

Ive lived up close and personal,
surviving life's harsh demands.
Ive suffered and Ive conquered
things you will never understand.

So just accept me as your sister...
and love me if you can.

My strength is in submission
as I move on toward glory...
so dont judge me by my bruises...
until you know my story.

Beneath the Wings of Angels

Beneath the wings of angels...
brave hearts of men reside,
in turmoil and in triumph,
love and laughter do abide.

As heavenly guided footsteps
of foolish lovers lives rush past,
time nor space have limits...
their sure the love will last.

But, beneath the wings of angels,
pain and problems do behold
the wisdom of experience as
cowardly hearts beat ever bold.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Of Angels Unaware

Are angels watching, and do they cry?
are angels here...or at least nearby?

A loss of breath, a smothered moan...
Am I attended? Or am I alone?

Are angels listening, as I wonder aloud?
hovering near in a misty shroud?

Tall ones...short ones...their vigils keep.
Will they protect me as I sleep?

Are they stern and mannerly?
do they laugh..or do they weep?

A price is paid and a promise kept,
a loss so great...even the angels wept!

God's love unfolds...and life proceeds,
and I realize...I am attended indeed.

Monday, July 20, 2009

The Homecoming

She held her head high as she crossed the street, silently praying her shoulders weren't stooped from the load of reality that had just hit her! Her legs shook from the inside and seemed to be unattached to her body. She stumbled as she stepped upon the curb, trying to avoid the eyes of the faces gathered in front of the pool-hall. Sounds of wolf-whistles and cat calls whirled around her head as she tried to hurry past. Compliments thrown at her from behind produced looks of disgust from two local ladies walking toward her. Why had she moved here?


Here in this place, so much like the town she grew up in. She had hoped for a new start after a dreadful divorce. But her dreams were turned to nightmares. That awful night...the night that heaven fell...and she lost her faith!


Hurrying toward her car, thoughts slung her back to that night. Her boss had followd her to her car, then pulled her behind a dumpster. She kicked and screamed but no one came to help. Later, when she stumbled into the police station, no one believed her. They didnt take her report seriously because she was, afterall, ...divorced.


She had worked so hard to put it all behind her...pretending it never happened. But now, the doctors words had made it all too real! The sound of his voice mixed with pity and disgust raced through her mind like a freight train.


Hot tears sprang from her eyes and gathered in salty pools at the corner of her mouth. She shook her head to clear her mind, and pointed her car toward the interstate.