Monday, December 12, 2011

You Are All These and More! Happy Birthday Sweetheart!

You are my quiet man and my hero
My John Wayne personified
The Rock in a turbulent world.

From our first date you have carried me
Over your shoulder; or just let me lean on it
The Color of my life’s rainbow.

From Pong to Nintendo, dominoes to cards
Taught Putt Putt and Math; rode horses and white waters
The Sunshine that lights my heart.

From city apartment to a full working farm
We’ve raises chickens and rabbits, horses and cows
The Richness in our foundation.

Blackjack in Vegas, Scratch offs to Slingo
Auctions and EBay, Raffles and Fantasy leagues
The Luck in my shamrocks.

You made Halloween spooky, rang sleigh bells by windows
Hid Easter Eggs in bushes, and made Anniversaries special
The Imagination in an otherwise gray world.

Dr. Pepper and Marlboro’s, Chocolate Cherries and pies
Barbecued brisket and salsa; Margarita’s and Raspberry tea
The Flavors of life bursting forth

Rocked babies and fed them, spent nights up in hospitals
Held my hand when I cried; foretold births and spoiled grandkids
The Father, the Pawpaw, my love and my world.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

My Brother, My Friend

My Brother and I Footnote - our prayers were answered.
I followed you around when we were young
I worshiped you; your praises I sung
You were so much older and wiser and right
You were my north star in my blackest night

I broke your clowns when I was three
I cried on your shoulder when I skinned my knee
You were always there when I needed a friend
You were the unwavering force that would not bend

We sang in the kitchen, you and me
Classic oldies, and ballads and Fiddle de Dee
Summer time in soprano and bass
Our own special concert in a warm homey place

I grew to my teens and you threatened the boys
Not letting them treat me like one of their toys
Then off to war you went and I cried and I prayed
That God would return you to us as we waited afraid.

Home you came; we wed the loves of our life’s
Through happiness, birth and the day to day strife’s
We shared every one; burdens and bliss
Even the death of our parents, we made it through this

You moved across country but we still stayed in touch
Birthdays, holidays, grandchildren and such
But you called me tonight to give me the news
That my best friend and my brother was singing the blues

The prognosis wasn’t good; I cannot accept
I cussed, and I paced and then I just wept
Now I'm praying again that He'll answer my plea
To help you, to cure you, to keep you with me.