A single drop of rain barrels through the night
Falling from the heavens
Swiftly moving through the air
Dancing with the wind

So small and transparent
Fading into the utter darkness
Seen and felt by no one
Speeding toward its destination

Sweet, solitary rain drop
Gliding down my window pane
Beautiful and simple
reflecting all that surrounds you

Still lonely and melancholy
Waiting for another of your kind
To follow or accompany you
Left to the cold hard ground
Alone

Shaded by the facade of chivalry
You walk into a room with confidence and vanity
Cloaking the eyes of every female present

A wolf in prince's robes
Playing chess with every heart that you see
For pure enjoyment and satisfaction

How could a touch be so cruel?
How could holding my hand in yours mean nothing?
Touch is your weapon, your mask

Skin on skin
The stroke of my arm, you blind me
To all the deception you are feeding me

Absent of emotion
Using my own heart against me
Exposing every weakness in my soul

Your treacherous touch has broken
The glass surrounding my free will
Burning like a flame

Scaring every future embrace
Soiling my image of intimacy
Unforgiving scar, lasting for eternity

Deep in the stillness of the night
I silently watch my angel dream
Lost in a wonderland of happiness
She is clearly the closest I will get to heaven,
In this cruel world.

Pure as the newly fallen snow
Innocent and sweet,
Lost in her thoughts, I imagine
The simple but beautiful images she sees

At this moment all is peaceful in our world
Safe in my arms she smiles
Every inch of my heart beats for her
A part of me, what a incredible gift.

I loved her before she was in this reality
She holds my existence in her tiny hand
She creates every moment of joy with a smile
Or a whisper of " I love you Mommy"

She has given me a glimpse of heaven
A understanding of God's love for us his children
Unconditional and merciful
Never judging always forgiving

I hold this memory forever
Imbedded in my mind for eternity
To refer to in a time of sadness or need
To recall when all seems forgotten and poisoned.
Love and Faith is the cure to every ailment.

This situation was not of my choosing
We were abandoned and left to survive on our own.
But I gladly accept this challenge.
To be both mom and dad all in one, to love and cherish
To be good guy and bad, to be friend and foe

I'm the one you see alone with a baby on her hip,
In a store or at an restaurant, trying to juggle the world.
Just us two, no one there to lend a hand, no one there to understand.
I cry in solitude, my thoughts are not shared with anyone but her.

I will sacrifice all my worldly wants for her every need.
And in return I will receive blessing beyond compare.
I get to hold her hand, kiss her cheek, brush her hair,
watch her grow, guide her steps and always be there.

Her smile is my reason to breathe,
Her hug is my air, and her love forms my very existence.
Her laugh turns every gloom of depression into a smile of happiness.
Her voice speaks to my very soul and eases every trial.

As a baby I would watch her sleep
Wondering what dreams filled her head,
Praying that I alone was enough,
To love her, support her , teach her and mold her.

That will be my life's work
To always strive to be the best mom I can for her
To cherish every moment we share, and never take her for granted.

Standing in a wide open space.
Alone and vulnerable to a hunter's desire
Grazing without a care
Seeking out the most compromising climate.

She seeks his stare through a target
Watching and anticipating her every move
Her heart beats faster than a speeding bullet
Why fight it? Why not give in?

She desires to be hunted
To be sought out in the forest of humanity
To be the prize catch, his only ambition
His all consuming infatuation

Even though it may mean her end
For a moment before, she will be totally free
So free from the fear and rejection
So free from the hunger and pain

Once her heart takes it's final beat
Her life was not a waste
For a brief moment she got her request
The prey desired a hunter and he got her at her best.

Battles of emotion left their scars
Such a fragile, exposed victim
Awaiting a savior to protect from afar.

Through the unmarked path we travel
Alone and afraid of what awaits ahead
Every stitch of time begins to unravel

Unable to see in the dark that has enveloped us
Blind to every passing soul
Trapped by a  veil of resentment in which we are dressed

As the boiling metal starts to encompass my heart
Burning and painful, blocking out every sensation
Hardening around this *****, ripping it apart

Solid and Strong, no longer weak
A wall of metal shields me from the anguish of love
Unable to be vulnerable and meek

Let it stay as the armor of my most valuable *****
Remove every sense of love for another
The only solution, let it stay frozen.

Poppa's hands are wore and aged
They have seen a century of history
All the wrinkles and scars from the years
Life made it's mark, the world has issued its sentence.

Poppa's hands were once strong and steady
Sweating and bleeding in the fields
Holding the weapons of war, holding the hand of a fallen soldier
Gentle and Hard at the same time

Fighting the evil of a **** Nation
Protecting and Serving with every motion
Struggling to use a pen to write to his love at home
Wiping away tears, all at the young age of 17

Poppa's Hands are gentle and wise
Holding a baby with a twinkle in his eye
Watching the child grow, catching each fall
Supportive and harsh, strict and kind

Poppa's Hands held mine through the years
Guided me through his garden, working with the land
Running his hands through the dirt
Picking the fruit and vegetables provided by our lord

Poppa's hands gave to his fellow man
Always willing to lift another soul up
Poppa's hands supported my Nanna in her final days
Held and stroked her skin until the very end.

Poppa's hands are now to weak to move
Unable to lift his great granddaughter in the sky
Unable to climb a tree
Unable to be what they were once
Now I can hold my Poppa's hand and pray
Pray to guide poppa's hands to his true home