I Stood By Your Bed..


I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.

I whispered to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, you were thinking of the many times your hands reached out to me.

I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I’m not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my hand on you, I smiled and said “it’s me.”

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It’s possible for me to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew … in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
and say “goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out … then come home to be with me.

(Unknown)

 


			

Instruction Flows – Wisdom Grows

– In loving memory of my dear Dad who passed away 11.06.2004 –

– Happy Fathers Day Dad –

– I miss you everyday –

– I hope I’m making you proud –

** Many times did you tell me that when you were gone

I was to pick up the pieces be strong and soldier on.

But what you didn’t mention a tiny detail you forgot

Is things are not that easy..  Ignore all emotion I cannot.

At times it seems the world has come to rest upon my shoulders

Head spins around my hair is curled,.. Life stops, blocked by heavy boulders.

I attempt to recall all the things you did teach

much younger back then worries where far from my reach..

‘Hold your head up high and always be strong

never let it be known when things start to go wrong’

‘Have a firm hand but a gentle touch

Use force as a tool but never a crutch’

Bite your lip before you cry

always tell the truth and never tell a lie.

Be a good girl take care of your nest

always make sure you’re doing your best.

Make strength hard to shove then stick out your chest

show feelings, express love, patience may be put to the test.

Of your family and Self you must always be proud

Stand out be a leader don’t follow the crowd.

Teach you girls goodness and your boys to be strong

tell them roads that are worth taking may be roads that are long.

I only realize now how right you always were

some days it is hard going yet the years pass by in a blur.

An old man giving lectures Is all I had thought

There were lessons to learn and lessons to be taught.

I grasped one here,  I grasped one there

as you practised your preach from that tatty old chair.

I didn’t realize then that you were on my side

sharing all your wisdom you where helping to guide.

I wish I would have listened more when you were still alive

yet what I learned from all you left.. makes sure I will survive.

I’m thanking you now although I know It’s far to late

I’ll be sure to thank you properly when we meet again

at heavens pearly gate **

Note:  Some of the above content is not my own wording. Over time due to tweaking and adding my own words I am now unable to state exactly the words that I wrote from the words I did not.

The Regime

**(Caution: Content may offend)**

Not a matter of choice

born in to this world

I’m silenced by voice.

Not a craze nor a fad

this life is for eternal

No freedom to be had.

Dedication to the cause

we share the same belief

by embracing ‘The Society’

from burden comes relief.

Torn again from sleep

sadistic rituals enforced

Now a major focal point

A valid opportunity to boast.

I believe in the Devil

I’m true to my word

No angels will save us

No souls will be spared.

If there was a holy man

a kingdom full of heaven

No evil cult or sinful sect

would harm a child of seven.

‘Our Leader The Great One’

who’s Looked up to with awe

Is the Devil himself

dictating his own law.

This demonic disorder

is what binds us as one

Strict regime is the order

fear commands it be done.

Abiding by rules and

bizarre like behaviour

We worship ‘Supremacy’

‘The Adversary ‘Our Saviour.’

Married into ‘The family’

to lead a life of manic harmony

Is where I shall reside

till self requests for death.

become far to tempting to deny..