Sometimes days can be soo sad
Its so hard when were apart
To seem so lost without a hope
I look to God with my heart
He tells me it will be ok
No worries all is well
When everything seems lost and void
He loves me without fail
It lifts me up to get through the times
That seem so out of control
But he will guide me through thick and thin
I leave him to pave the roads
I know that all will be allright
When I bow my head to pray
For his comforts me with a gleam of light
He can brighten the darkest days.
K.T. Galloway
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 2:42 AM UTC
A fathers love for a child is pure
So caring to love ones own
To look in their eyes, that glistening glow
To know their love is sure
To be a part of something so sweet
That special little smile
Just to hug and squeeze them tight
If only for awhile
To be there when they entered this world
Holds a special place in my heart
The laughs, the grins the kisses they give
Its hard to be apart
But to know they're always there by my side
Is the only thing I need
For the love of a child is a heartbeat away
God blessed this child indeed
K.T. Galloway
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
Standing in the brisk cold winds
Of yesterdays gone by
And all of me to you I lend
Until the day I die
And on that day that I shall die.
I'll still love you so
For in my chances I had few
Never could I show
I do bequeath my love to you
How much you'll never know
For in my chances I had a few
Never did I show.
-K.T. Galloway
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
In tune with the sounds, of the world surrounding
Her heart beats a tune to which mine finds astounding
In love I fell; blind, as I followed her beat
Like a bind to her rhythm, her heart, mine must meet
Lead by pure love, as I walked through the trees
On that warm autumns day, in an ocean of leaves
My butterfly rib cage withheld as I walked
An aorta cocoon with pure love in my thoughts
Without notice the sound started fading away
And the heart that I’d followed had now gone astray
Down the cobblestone path I could see silhouettes
A man and a woman with her head on his chest
Had I followed the beat to a heart which was taken
Or is love just a feeling in which our hearts are mistaken
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 2:36 AM UTC
A powder cover blankets streets
As she rest on my chest
The snowflakes fell, Decembers waltz
My hand in hers, she pressed.
All day we’d hide beneath those sheets
Her love was like a home
Hazel eyes, like Autumn skies
A voice like a song.
She was perfect in my eyes
But time began to tick
Our love grew tall, and we grew old
And she grew very sick.
By her side, I’d sit for months
To see her lovely smile
Then seasons changed and she grew weak
My heart still in denial.
Then one day, I looked to her
A smile on my face
I asked if she had one last wish
But she had no strength to say.
I waited on, still by her side
Until the day it came
A long white line upon a screen
Her life, the cancer claimed.
I sat beside her, devastated
Time’s hourglass had tilted
Like pedals on a lovely rose
My rose had finally wilted.
I kissed her head one final time
Then pressed my hands to hers
But held inside her palm, a note
Named “These, my final words.”
As I opened the note in tears
I found these words for me
“You asked me for a final wish
I did not wish to leave.
But if I had one final wish
Beneath those sheets, we’d lay
My head, I’d rest upon your chest
December everyday.”
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 2:11 AM UTC