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As you travel into life's sunset before me,
walk slowly My Love.  
Wait up My Love.
I am not far behind.
Following in the foot steps
you revealed to me
as you My Love
walked in the path to a new day.
Watch for me. For I am coming.
It won't be long now til
we are hand in hand again.
Inspired by 88 year old friend Stan.
He lost his wife June to Alzheimer's

http://www.junebergalzheimers.com/
I am an American.
Proud to be called one.
When the flag goes by
Chills still creep over me.
Even after seventy plus years.

Many have died
Defending her name.
Defending the rights
Given by The Bill of Rights.
Freedom is definitely not free.

I ask my grandson when he was four
"What does that flag
hanging on the wall mean?"
He replied "Freedom".

Many have died
When stupid politicians
Ran the wars against us
Not the Generals who had the knowledge.

Eight years ago I remember clearly
someone we all know say;
"For the first time in my life
I am really proud of my country. "
Very disturbing words
I shall never forget.

Let us honor those who
have gone on before us.
Let us never forget
what we have and still stand for.
Let us stand and be counted.

For Freedom. Liberty. And much more.

My heart is heavy as we sit idlely by
watching all slip down the drain.
When you live in this country you abide by the laws of this country.
Never demand of America to accept your laws that violate American law.
05-28-2016
So
Went to a rally
And a riot broke out.
Dumb heads against me
Started to holler and shout.

They threw bottles and rocks
Shouted bad words.
"Expressing their humanity"
Like a flock of ***** birds.

Humanity? Oh come on!
Hired punks is what they are
That need a big dose
Of Singapore justice by far.

Would like to dump
A large large dose
Of butyl mercaptan
On them. Oh so close.

They are not protesters
They are **** bags. Skunks!
Butyl mercaptan is a clear, colorless liquid with a strong skunk-like odor. Flash point in range -18 to 43°F. Less dense than water and slightly soluble in water. Vapors heavier than air.
(Going Home)

Stan is eighty seven      (Stan now is eighty eight)
bound for heaven         ( waiting now at Heaven’s gate)
where his Love
went on before him.

Some day soon
he will join June
Where the light
will never dim.

Time has past
since he hugged her last
now, the pain
unreal at times.

He knows she lives
where God’s Love gives
us Peace and
love so sublime.

And now….

His mission fulfilled
In what God willed
the race will end
never more to roam.

He made the right choice
The Angels rejoice
God’s forever Love with June
Stan will be going home.
(C) 05-19-2016
John L Stevens
(It was a pleasure to write this)


http://www.junebergalzheimers.com/
Granddaughter Lucy wrote this just before bedtime this evening.
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Dear God
Thank you for this day. Make sure that evrybuty is safe and has a good night and try not to let enebody sin. In God name we pray. Amen.
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She gave it to me at bed time. She was asleep before I got it typed in. She Is a first grader.
05-15-2016
You were,
are,
a sun to her
bright beacon
constant,
her flame
her fire
her summer warmth
and still, now
a sun
distant
untouchable
her burning
her ruin
everything in flames
and ashes where
love used to sit
her heart in ember
and you
still torching the world.
(Heaven and Earth)

June has gone on ahead of me
Looking down with a smile today.
She has been renewed forever
I am getting older by the day.

My body has many cracks,
Crevices and creases.
"chugging along", missing June -
For Love, it never ceases

Resting on a swaying foundation
God has been good to me
I'm "chugging along" waiting my turn
My Glorious June to see.

I've got Memories by the dozen,
Reminiscences by the score…
The day I stop remembering…
is the day I'll close this door.

My World will have ended
Heaven bound I will be.
Where June is ever waiting...
For her Stan she will see.

My World will soon end
Temporary it has been.
God is calling me home
Where Eternity will begin.
Please visit my friend Stan's web site
Stanton O. Berg, Forensic Consultant (Retired) At age 87

Half the words are Stans. All the words are from his heart.

http://www.junebergalzheimers.com/

See:  Home Bound.   And The Path
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