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.

I am saddened by the life I lived
what I gained I know not
One day with tears I may bid bye to life.

I fetched nothing after so many years of living.
Empty handed I came
Will I be leaving empty handed?

I am saddened by the life I lived
my hands are bare
my heart is empty
my thoughts are dry
with few drops of tears.
Well that's all in my life!

What's my earning I know not.
Was my life a blessing I know not!

At some point of time when I just turned back
I could feel these words ringing in my heart!

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Plate was full with delightful dishes
Served by the lovable hands
Kept in front of one who
Couldn't enjoy the meal so delicious.
Burp was heard somewhere nearby
every eyes followed the burp
Saw a hungry man eating leftovers
Mouthful with teasing appetite and
tears burping in his contented eyes!

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© GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014

When pain shrieked into droplets of tears
Hardly I knew ever it will sublime in air
Vapors of dead past gone dried
When will I come out of past and
Climb the ladder of present.
Am I going to soak and rinse in bubbles of past?
I know not where I am going right now for sure!

© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar
All rights reserved.

Promises lay broken like the toy broken forever
Only heard in echoes were the sobs breaking in air.

Promises were the seeds that were sowed on ones heart
When it was the time to reap they pulled their words back.

The harvest was sold and profits were booked
Everything was done at the cost of ones trust.

Promises are the words that flows freely anywhere
They cannot be trusted though they are written deep in ones heart.

It was mere a game to play with ones heart
Where each breath cried on being fooled in life.

While standing in front of mirror they smile back through the broken pieces
One cannot forget the words that pierced the knife in ones heart!

© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar
All rights reserved!

Nighttime spills over the horizon
staining the land with shadows
its blackness deep and unyielding
but soon arrives a tide of constellations
glistening with the brilliance
of stars unnumbered
they wash over the Earth
bathing all in soft starlight and
cleansing the darkness

(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.

With the grease stained coverall
He came home from work
A little bit earlier he came over.
His three cute children
Welcomed him with warm kisses
they too stained theirs cheeks with oil and grease.
The red tiny bag they looked in for surprises.
As there are always some snacks waiting for them.
Savouring sip of hot tea from his beloved hand as usual
He sank on his armchair to take a nap.
Nothing went unusual except he looked extremely tired.

Hour later his wife tried to wake him up
He didn't responded to her any calls
She screamed in horror when she saw him lying breathless.
On hearing her screams children too surrounded him as well
They couldn't understand what was really going on
Very late they realized their dad is forever gone
They don't have any shoulders to hang on in their life
Since then no more surprises ever came in their life.

The red tiny bag hung on the wall
Once full of surprises
Future dreams of promises
Now breeze cradling it gently
Still the sobs of memories whispering silently!

© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar
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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.

I can not find Sye
Does anybody know why?
She has been on my mind
Where can I find...
         Sye.

Come home........