When Goodbye We All Must Say

Today I saw my mother
She seems so tired these days
She knows that she is very sick
Still she says it's all okay

She tells us to not worry
There is a time we all must go
She talks about the plans she's made
And the things that we should know

She says that when her fight is done
And she has given all she can
She knows she'll then be ready
To meet her journeys end

We tell her to keep fighting
Dont give up on her life
Inside we know her journey
Must have an end in sight

I dont know really what to do
For this woman I so love
She has raised five children on her own
And not once did she give up

We tell her that we love her
And pretend that we dont see
This disease that has taken her
And dropped her to her knees

I love my mother very much
And want to take from her this pain
I dread that day I know will come
When goodbye we all must say

Carl Joseph Roberts

The waiting time

There's a waiting time of each day for me
Not like I've know before
It's a time of day  when I lay and wait
For my heart to find love once more

Its a time of day when I make believe
That you are still here with me
You made my world lovely and bright
It was the way I dreamed it would be

I want to feel the touch of your hand once more
For in that moment I find
A remembered warmth that we once shared
A closeness of spirits and minds

I see your smile and I hear your voice
Its as plain as if you are here
It makes all of the sorrow and grief I have
Somehow suddenly  disappear

So please, please let me go on pretending
For that is the only way I can bare
For without you the silence surrounds me
And turns my waiting time to tears.

Carl Joseph Roberts

The Peppered Pickle Clown
(Peppered Pickle Day)

This is a story you may not know
And it's banned in pickle town
It's about a peppered pickle
That became a circus clown

He started out his short life
Looking through a stained glass jar
Watching his sweet pickled brother
Become a kosher star

Although his peppered pickled life was sweet
This peppered pickle wanted more
He would join the circus as a clown
And be a smash that fans adored

At first it started slowly
No fans would call his name
But a peppered pickle as a clown
Well thats funny just the same

As time went on he made them laugh
They started yelling for him more
Then a show was given just to him
And a peppered pickle day was born

All the fans they ordered pickles
On peppered pickles they would gorge
Then one day there came a time
When peppered pickles they ran short

The peppered pickle clown knew right then
That it was time to make his mark
So he made a deal with Vlasic corp.
To put peppered pickles in their jars

Well Vlasic corp. invited him
To come take a private tour
They said that he would relish it
And be a cut up in the stores

They put the peppered pickle clown
In a clown chair and tied him down
They said it was for safety
As the belt showed him all around

The belt went slow when starting out
Picked up speed as it went along
The peppered pickle clown was sliced and diced
Vlasic didn't clown around

So remember the peppered pickle clown
When you shop at your home store
He gave his life for stardom
And thats why you now pay more

Today is peppered pickle day
And should be known the world around
Made famous by a sweet delight
The peppered pickle clown

Carl J. Roberts

Would you mind if I took a break
From writing my short rhymes
Will you say you'll miss my words
That my poems touched your lives

Will I even be remembered
For one poem that was read
Have I touched someone deep inside
With something that was said

If I took a break for just awhile
And enjoyed a week or two
Would you say you understand
Go do what's best for you

A spring break could be just the thing
That I need to clear my mind
I must take a break and get away
To rejuvenate my life

Carl Joseph Roberts

Be back in a few weeks I promise,  just got a crap load of stuff to do.

Carl Joseph Roberts

A Bottle Full Of Whiskey

He used a bottle full of whiskey
To dull the memories of his past
Knowing that the pain he felt
Would not fit into a glass

As he set there on his barstool
In his eyes I saw regret
He talked about the life he lived
How he wished he had it back

Would drink straight from the bottle
Just to make the numbness last
The story of his lonely life
He would tell to all who ask

He talked about lifes lessons
The mistakes that he had made
Said he lived with regrets
For things he cannot change

Thought the view from the bottle
Would help to make his life more clear
But the bottle got the best of him
And wasted all his years

He used a bottle full of whiskey
To dull the memories of his past
Knowing that the pain he felt
Would not fit into a glass

Carl Joseph Roberts