Leaving On A Jet Plane

 

A terrible sadness washes over me

yearning for what could of been

and now shall never be.

 

Carefully plotted adventures torn

 suddenly, cruelly apart.

A future together is now all blown

away as simple as dust.

Walking hand in hand down life's

highway is what had been planned.

Now one is flying miserable at

35,000 feet without part of his

heart.

The other is clinging to family and

friends afraid to stand on her own

two feet.

 

The moral of this story is that it takes

two adults to make a couple, a commitment.

In the normal circle of life, woman will

cleave to man and leave her family willingly.

Knowing in her heart of hearts that she is

the nucleus of a brand new extended family.

When one is ready and the other not, only

heartbreak can ensue.

 

Fly high my son, dare to dream your dreams

Go forth knowing you are loved, let nothing

hold you back from what you want from life.

 

Someday, someway this will just be a distant

memory, something not quite so painful.

In it's place will be a beautiful, smiling new

love one that's worthy of your wonderful, kind

nature.  It will happen.

 

I love you...Mom

 

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St Valentines Day Massacre

Once again pure white

 snow is stained red

Students falling to their

knees learning of their dead

 

The hallowed halls hear screams

of terror and fear

As the black dressed man unloads

his weapons at kids we hold dear

 

The demons that pursue him cause

him to act inhumanely to his peers

Bringing death and destruction

An end to dreams that

will last for years and years

 

This story has been told over and over

The same player...a loner, on medication,

no close friends, dresses in black and

loves guns

People come forward shaking their heads,

this was not the fellow we knew

he was quiet, he was a good son

 

His father is shaken to his very core

You can certainly see that as he stands

by his door

Pleading with cameras to be left alone

how could he know what is unknown

 

Sandi..2/15/08

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Losses

 

 

Losses

 

My mind's eye plays a myriad of fleeting

images passing ever so quickly

 

Dark brown eyes laughing in the distance

echo's of love lingering ever so gently

 

A sense of humor that did not stop, loving

life at it's fullest

Full of jokes, stories and most of all faith.

My West Virginia friend, that I had never

met...yet close to her I felt

Till we finally meet ... a fond goodbye

 

 

Green eyes flashing protecting hearth and

home ever so greatly

She was my beautiful Irish Warrior Princess

So delightful to know, to read her story

Her love of family was wonderful to behold

She told her stories in the old world way of

"telling" an Irish way about her

 

Will never forget them until my time is done

Time passes on, babies are born and the

circle of life continues...it should be ever so

 

Death comes to all of us, that much is certain

Peel back the curtain, peer into it's face

fighting to stay ever so much

 

Missing the laughter, even the tears - nothing

seems right with the two of you gone...

wishing to turn back time ever so

 

 

 

Sandi/2008

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Just Thinking

Sometimes I wonder to myself questioning

the why and the where of it all?

I view the beauty of a new born babe,

cradled so carefully, safe from a fall.

The faces of our aged parents filled with

lines and creases earned with care.

 

I see the pictures of the fallen, young men in

their prime.

All dead long before their time.

 

Life, itself, seems so fragile to me, breathe

deeply lest your last breath be gone.

Hold deeply to the ties that bind, not

letting go whatever goes on.

 

For all the beauty of this world to exist, there

must be a greater plan.

Some structure to life that we can't see, hear

or feel.

I can't say which religion is truer, all I feel

is that there is a higher power.

Perhaps now my friends know the answer that

I am searching for...

To think of death is a frightening thing, yet

we shall all come to it, one way or another.

 

I want to believe that Heaven is as a beautiful

Garden, filled with kindness and love.

That's where I will find my loved ones, waiting

for me as I approach St. Peter's Gate

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Age

 

  Chase your dreams,

                  do it today.

                  Come what may, don't let
                  them drift away.

                  The years fall gently from
                  youthful adventures.

                  Only to resurface deep
                  within old age's tenure.

                  Memories to make us laugh,
                  reminisce and weep.

                  So many people, loved one's
                  lost to the deep sleep.

                  Chase your dreams, do it
                  without delay.

 

 

 

 

     

                  

Five Years

Five years have passed.

Memories of that fateful day

woven into our nations soul.

We are left totally aghast.

Our beliefs waiver still with

questions as large as the hole.

 

Keep our nation safe, we pray

to the Lord.

Bless the heroes of that awful

day, pray for the fallen.

Only a few pulled from the inferno,

hoping beyond hope for more.

 

Children as yet unborn shall remember

this day, as another day of infamy.

Of man's inhumanity towards man.

When weeping faces upturned seek

solace from beyond.

It is too much too bear, hoping against

all hope, remove this horror so

 that a new day will dawn.

 

Time heals all wounds...but not this

Epitaph

 

  I do remember the good times..

 What do you say for one who
has passed beyond this mortal coil?
Knowing full well that this is the
fate that awaits us all.

Of course, I could say the usual repertoire,
he was a man known for his reason
and good works.
That would not tell the full story or flesh
out his being, show all of his quirks.  
It's been five years since the earth
felt your breath.
You have persons who mourned very
heavily when told of your death.

 A daughter still grieves finding no solace,
 not allowed to say goodbye by your
miserable spouse.
Why you picked such a creature to marry
is beyond my ken, knowing you as I knew you then,
you didn't deserve such a louse.

Your son puts you on a pedestal,
remembering his moments of Father-Son fun.
Life can seem unfair at certain times,
all your life you just seem to run.
No time for love, laughter and even tears.
Hurry through life awaiting your golden years.
Life played a sorrowful game, after years of work.
...no relaxation, only time for tears.  

 You only lived a year past Oba-san,
did you know you were dying when
you said your farewells to her?
This need for secrecy was it borne out of fear,
or did someone pressure you not to speak?
Human nature being as it is..I can see her hand
involved with the greed.
Her need to control even beyond the grave
was so despicable that even Nakajima-san
was horrified at the deed.  

 I often wonder if you are looking down at
us at different times.
Hopefully you are at peace, a blissful rest that
you fully deserve anything less would be a crime.

So many years, the grand babies are growing
and I see part of you in each of their faces.
It fills me with sadness that you could never take
them anywhere, anyplace.  

 I do remember the good times