The End

A Mommy somewhere is crying
a child’s alone tonight
A mate tries to face tomorrow
while Dad sheds tears out of sight.

One mourns a friend gone forever
someones plan seems to be lost.
There’s none left untouched by warfare,
while too many count the cost.

Since time began, it has been so
bullets or words start the fight.
The end result remains the same
someone is crying tonight.
c.d.m.8/9/15

 

A Trilogy of Age

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  Them

Who’ll shed a tear, when they are gone?
Their lives who shall recall?
Who’ll lay a wreath at their tombstone?
Will any visit at all?

Lives they gladly lived for others,
for children and family,
for church friends, neighbors and strangers,
they gave their lives lovingly.

Now they have grown old and feeble,
all strength and wealth now is gone.
No knocks at the door, nor phone calls.
Who’ll weep when they have gone on?

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 Her

What’s the cause of her pessimistic view,
and oft spoken remark,” Oh well.”
She flows from a child-like joyful state
right into a mean doubtful spell.

I can tell that it is a learned practice,
not part of her nature at all.
What made her lose hope in the future?
and made her heart bitter as gall?

Heartache and loss are the culprits of what,
drove her to this gloomy outlook.
The twinkle in her eyes has told me so,
I can read her, just like a book.

I pray a change comes and turns things around,
dispelling her woe-full despair.
That the Lord, touches her family soon,
and remembers Dorothy’s prayer.

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     Him

Alone with his thoughts, going round and round.
He sits quietly seldom making a sound.
I ponder where his thoughts would take him to,
he’s seen a lot; being he’s ninety-two.

He’s spoke of clearing a virgin wood stand.
He and his father cut them all by hand.
There ‘ neath the shadow of huge hemlock trees;
the boy laid the ground for the man’s stories.

His eyes would shine brightly as he’d recall;
how they cut them down with a two-man saw.
Then just as quickly his eyes turn dark;
he grows quiet and his mood becomes stark.

You know then to hush; and just let him be.
He’s turned from the past to eternity.
His greatest adventure’s out there somewhere.
Unseen as yet; it’s one he cannot share.

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          Cheryl Davis Miller 5/28/14

 

What is to Come

My heart is weighed heavy and deeply sad;
for what was, what is, and what is to come.
When all’s said and done, at the end of days;
as we stand in faith, for tally and sum.

That Road less traveled, to simple for most;
mocked at, spit on and ridiculed by some.
Yet but for that Road, we’d be mired in sin;
for what was, what is, and what is to come.

Spoke, ‘ I Am the Way, the Truth, and the Light.
And the door to God’s eternal Kingdom.’
He wept for the lost of Jerusalem;
for what was, what is, and what is to come.

                    c.d.m          11/30/13

 

Leave the Light on Mommie

 

“Leave the Light on Mommie”,
her small voice made request,
“The Light makes darkness go away,
and that’s when I sleep best”,

So Mommie left the door a-jar,
for the Light to make It’s way,
Into Jennie’s bedroom,
so the dark would go away,

Some friends warned “you spoil her,
you’ll let her grow up weak”,
But Mommie did what she thought best,
for her Jennie was unique,

Her Jennie was bold as bold can be,
in the light of day,
She’d conquer any obstacle,
that dared get in her way,

She marched through life with a bravery,
most ‘sighted’ children lack,
But to overcome fear of the night,
she had yet to gain the knack,

She peeked in on her babe asleep,
with Light upon her face,
Wrapped in the safety of the Light,
cocooned with-in It’s grace,

Somehow Jennie sensed the Light,
and so could be at rest,
So Mommie left the door a-jar,
and did what she thought best.

                                  c.d.m. 8-30-10