Once Upon A Time,
When I was very young,
I fell in love with the wrong young man
who I thought was very much a charm.
He promised to love me for the rest of his life,
we were married and we became husband and wife,

When I became sick he turned his back on me,
He had another side of him, he did in fact show to me,
He could not accept the way I am and tried to change
me into someone I could not be,

That fairy tale marriage ended up in tragedy.
He became violent and abuses towards me,
The only thing left to me was for me to leave him
and once again become who I am and to become me.

He gave me one thing that I will forget and that is
our son who lived a short life on this earth and died at
three months old, and with his death it left in my heart a
very deep hole.

There are no prince charming's out there,  no white horses either
I hate to say, just men who don't know how to treat women in
a respectable way.

Until this very day I regret in marrying him,
he and I can not even be friends.

Depression is like being cast into
the depth of the sea,
It makes you wonder if anyone
with ever rescue me,
It keeps me awake at night,
when I am alone,
I cry into my pillow,
so no one will know,

Depression kills the person,
the spirit, and the life,
It takes out it sharp siring knife
and tried to end my life,

I pray every day and every night,
to The Lord,
that it never does more than it ever did before.

Depression takes away all happy thoughts,
and with this comes unhappiness and sadness,
and melancholy thoughts.

I am determine to be the victor of such a dreaded diseases
if only depression would leave me and allow me to be
me.

Thinking of You Is All I Do,
When you were here with me,
Thinking of You  Is All I Do,
So Happy both of us were be

Now, the happiness is gone,
All I do is cry because I am lonely,
I think of you both day and night,
And wish you were here with me,
Thinking of you is all I do,
Oh tell me how do I stop,
When you died that January day,
I only thought of you not being me
and my heart broke and stopped.

My life is but an empty shell,
it means so little to me,
this is because you are not by my side
and my life means nothing to me.

I  remember our phone call so long ago,
You use to call me almost every night
we use to talk to each other through the night
We really did not have much to say,
But we stayed on the telephone throughout the day,
We could not argue with each other,
When we did we would cry,
and
We would apologize to each other
because we thought the other would die
You would call for no reason,
You just wanted to talk,
and some times we would not
have much to say we would sit there
quietly on the phone waiting for
words to form from each others mouths
I remember our phone calls,
we made to each other all the time,
I did not expect the phone to ring nor to chime
I was happy to hear your voice and you to hear mine
We will always be close throughout our life time.

To A Special Person
From the very start,
If you start to get lonely,
remember you are always in my heart,
if you need someone to talk to,
pick up your phone and call me,
I won't be far away as I am always
at home and willing to talk to thee.

To A Special Person,
Very dear to my heart
You are the one I love the most
but I think you knew that from the start

When we first met, I knew we had some special
I just did not know what,
but I know it is something tangible and
will stay in both our hearts.

To a special person,  
that I will never forget
if you ever need me
please give me a call.

You always seem to forget,
So why shouldn't I,
You always seem to forget,
So why shouldn't I cry,
You don't remember
me on holidays,
or on my birthday still,
but you expect everyone to
remember you still.
Why should I?

You always seem to forget the pain you cause me,
Why should I?
You always seem to forget me?
Why shouldI remember you?
Do you look back so long ago
and ask yourself why?
I guess it is easier for you just to forget me still.
Why Should I remember you why?

You have never said you are sorry
for all the pain you gave me,
You never said your sorry,
You never repented to Our Lord
I see,
You think you were right, and no regrets I see,
But everyone does something wrong,
and needs to repent naturally.
You never said, I am sorry for
breaking up your family,
You thought were right, but you were
wrong and this I have to say to thee.
You can not give me back what you
have taken away from me
I hope before you die and go in front of Our
Lord you will repent for everything you
have done to me.

All I ever wanted was a sister in you,
This you could never be,
All I ever wanted in you,
was a sister to me,
I wanted us to be close
but this you could never be,
but the one thing you did
was to betray me.
I just wanted a sister,
This you could not be for me,
Why, you know why because
you did indeed in  betray me
Would I betray you in the same
way you betrayed me,
No, I would have never betrayed you
and been the kind of sister that you wanted
me to be.
No matter how hard we try to be sisters now,
it will never happen I am sorry now.
I have tried to forgive your betrayal so many years ago
and there is no way you can make it up to me now.

All I wanted was sister but you were not her
I have to found my sister in another who
believe in me and stood by me because
she knew I was innocent of all the false
accusations brought against me.

I don't grieve because you are alone,
I am not jealous of what you consider your happy home,
I am not jealous of your marriage, I am happy and free,
I have had many wonderful men who have loved me just for me.
Can you say the same?
I doubt it from what I have seen, you are not happy
and never will be.

You were like a sister to me,
When my own sister could not be,
You were always there for me,
When my own sister did in fact betray me,
You found no fault in me,
like my own sister did to me,
You believed in my ability
unlike my own sister couldn't do for me
We were close like sisters should be,
unlike my own sister and I could not be
When I needed your help you were there for me,
When my own sister was not there for me,
Thank you dear Teresa for being there for me.

So many years ago you betrayed me,
how can I let you forget it when
you hurt me so,
What did I ever do to you
to make you betray me?
Do you ever think I would betray you
in such a way that you betrayed me,
No, I never would but you did to me
and you hurt my feelings ever so deep.

I have tried so very hard
to mend my feelings towards you
in a loving way
but I can't because you betrayed me

When sister turns against sister
and betrays one another they are no
longer sisters,  You betrayed me
and what did you gain, you lost
my love and affection because
you betrayed me so long ago
and what I lost I can never have
back again because you betrayed me.

Happy 51st Birthday Honey-Bear
We meet so many years ago
through the web tv internet appliance

You made my life so bearable and so nice
You helped me to get through a difficult life
and
When we did meet I knew we would get along
so well and we had so much in common.
Even our little arguments we could mend
we would cry over the telephone when we
hurt each other.
I know throughout each other's life
we will always be there for each other
You are so special to me
so on your 51st birthday I want
to tell you only one thing
I will love you for the rest of your life
and how much you do mean to me.
Happy 51st Birthday, Dear Honey-Bear.

Love, Lucie

In loving dedication to Robert McIntyre
Born November 17, 1960

My girl friends are my real sisters
never have they stood against me
but rather stood with me
Whereas my flesh and blood
sister turned against me with
the state and she broke my
heart and did not believe in
my ability.
My girl friends are my sisters
never have they forsaken me
as my flesh and blood sister
did to me
never would I turn against her
like she turned against me
so long ago and
broke my heart and did not
care if she did so.

In dedication to my best friends,
Debbie Lange
My late Girl Friend, Jennifer  Griffin
and Robin Schantz.
Teresa Michael

I am not afraid of death nor am I am afraid of dying,
I have nothing on my consciences, that I need to lie
about when I come in from of Our Lord,
I have never had an abortion, like both of my sisters had
before me,
They did not think about the dreadful day of judgment.
I only have questions that need to be answered by the Lord
and I hope he will incline his ear to me
I need to ask him why he let certain things take place to me,
I will bend the knee, I will confess
That Jesus is The King of Kings,
and
'Lords of Lords over at including to me
Jesus knows in fact that I am the one person who
would gladly for him.
Oh yes, Lord I come to you on bended Knee,
I prostrate myself to thee
All I would ask from you is now
is pardon my sins from me.
Lead me back to the promise land,
where there is no pain and suffering,
where I can be with those I love once
and forever more.

When I was very young,
They sent you away from
me,
This is because according to them,
you could not live the way they want you to
live and be,
They had such plans for you at birth,
but you wanted to be yourself,
and this was not in their plans
so they threw you out.
You found your faith in the same
church that I have found my faith in now
They sent me away too because according to
them I am failure now

No matter how hard we tried
it wasn't  good enough
so neither of us had a home
but we were sent upon on own.

The one thing they could not do to me,
is turn the men who said that they loved me
against me, but I must admit that two out
of three marriages was not meant to be.

The one marriage that was happy,  Anna and the state did
ruin for me, and now I can't forgive her although I have tried
to again and again, I find impossible to do.

You are forever in my heart, you died so tragically and needlessly,
I don't think they cried for you, they cried for themselves you see
They separated us for each other by death but we have
eternal life that will us together for the rest our lives.

In Loving Memory of my late oldest brother,
Benjamin L. Wesson Jr,
born December 8, 1944
and died August 8, 1967 in Rock Spring, Wyoming.
I will alway love you.

The hardest thing for me to do is forgive
what you did to me
so many years ago to Roy and me
You were my family but you turned
against me
You broke up a happy marriage, a happy home,
You made us lose our child into a foster home,
and once the state was done with us
they placed her into an adoptive home.

An adoptive home that did not love her like we could have done
and accepted her for good or for bad
You had no consciences when you went against Roy and me
and the end you expect my forgiveness no way can I do this
for you.

I would have never turned against you like you did to me
I would have stood reunited with you because you are family.
So it is what the Bible says, "Sister Against Sister,"
How sad.
No, I have tried to forgive you many times
but I have had better friends of mine who are
make sisters than you have ever been
One day one day when everything comes to an end
You will be judged for destroying our marriage, our happy home,
and having our child taken away in a foster home.

I sit here and remember your last words to me,
how can I forget
You told me that you would always love me,
how can I forget,
We had a special kind of love, a love
based on affection and honestly.
When I heard that you had died
it broke my heart in two
I remember the last three word you spoke
to me how can I forget
They were the words we always share with each
other and they were I love you.


Oh Roy, I miss you so much.  I don't know how
much longer I can go without you.  I loss everyone
I have loved and I am all alone now.

I will love you forever.  I had three husbands and out of
all of you it was you I loved the most the other two were dreadful
mistakes in my life but we were not a mistake.

Wait for me to come to you.

A crying,
Lucie

I have a daughter,
She was born to me
The State took her away from me,
With the help of my family,
who were no help to me
I loss my daughter
she is loss to me

She forgets who gave her life
She turns her back on me
She gives all of her alleigance
to her adopters rather than to me

Although she has heard them say
Oh We wish we never adopted her
because she is very handicap and
has cost us much money
She has turned her back on me
although I have helped more
than her adopters helped her.

My prodigal daughter
is all loss to me
She will never return back to me
She has cut me off her her because
of who she calls her mother and father
who are not but she has heard them
say "Oh We Adopted Her and nothing
will we leave her in Our Last Will and Testament"
when we died.
We leave every to our natural sons when we die.

I can only hope within in time
She sees that I am right and the time is right
to return to me so she can be my daughter in truth and in light.

Could It Be Sixteen Years Ago
Since You left me by myself
Can it be sixteen years ago since
you left me alone
How I miss you
we were meant to be as
one and
then all of a sudden the Lord
called you home and I was all
alone.
You were my best friend,
You always knew when I needed you the most
and when you died I left alone and cried myself
a sleep because I know there was no one
else meant for me.
Sixteen years have come and gone
and I miss you very much
I think of no one but you and me
and how once how happy we were to be.

I know that somehow you are looking and watching over me
from up above the heavenly skies and you tell me please to
dry my eyes and to live as happy as I can be
but this is impossible for me
because you are not by my side
the only thing left for me is to cry.

Dedicated to my late soul-mate
Donald S. Martino
Born October 31, 1934
Died November 4, 1995
Gone but never forgotten and always loved.

Oh Lord I get down on bended knee
I prostate myself to thee
I ask that you help me
find my way back to thee

I have gone astray
It is not intentional Lord
It is just that I am lonely

I hear you tell me
My dear Child
Come back to me
On Bended knee
and I will never
leave nor desert thee

You are very precious to me

A poem of reconciliation

I have the ruby red rosary that once belonged to you
It was given to me finally so I could remember you
You were taken away so young from me
Our paren't  threw you out and could not
accept you like they could not accept me too
When I hold your red ruby rosary in my hand
I feel close to you

I am so very much like you
We share a common faith
but unlike you I had to wait
until our mother died
so she would not get mad at me
She did not believe in The Holy Mother Church
like you and I did.

Your red ruby rosary means so
much to me
I feel that we are very close because
you are near to me.

I  remember our first Valentine's Day together
You gave me a box of Chocolates and some pink and red carnations
because you could not afford roses, but it did not matter to me
We exchanged Valentine's Day card, and it was the same that I gave
to you and you gave to me.
It was romantic but serious
I told of brand new love we would share
and then all of a sudden after of 1'2 years
you are no long here.
The last three years have been ******* me
since you have died and gone away
I don't know how I make from day to day
I remember all the little things you use to do for me
and now that I don't have you
All I can do is ask and pray
That soon we will be together
in all eternity.

In Loving Memory of
Frank A. Kratochvil
September 8, 1948 to January 28, 2008
Gone but never forgotten and always loved forever

I think of you so often
I wish that you were here
I miss when use to call
me
and whisper over
the phone
I love you in my ear

Then I was notified by Ancestory.com
that you had died and I did not
want to believe it
so I called your mother in Virginia
and she said it was true you did.

Your prostrate cancer killed you
My tears followed like a river down my cheeks
My heart broken into a thousand pieces
What other reasons to I have to live for I asked
myself now - that you have died and left me

Oh Roy, how much I miss you and I hope you are
watching me from above and all I want is to
come to us so we will be one in love .

Atleast I know you are at peace finally
no pain you have to experience
I will always love you no matter what
because our love is eternal.

I love you Roy.

In loving memory of Second late Beloved husband,
The only husband I loved out of three husbands,
Roy L. Mock
Born December 13, 1953
Died November 25, 2008
Gone but never forgotten and always loved

A Poem of loss and love.


I can't go on without you

I have tried these many  years

All I can do is cry now

because I don't want to live

There is no real reason for me to live on

You are not here with me

But somehow, someway I know it

you are watching over me

I think of us when you were here

how happy we were

and now there is no happiness for me

My heart broken,

My Spirit gone

I have no fight left in me

I only have one request to ask the

Lord and that is that he takes me.

I ask the Lord to take me and when I

see you again the promise Land.

All these tears will turn to happiness and joy

that we are together once again

There are but two people understand my loss.
"
There are but two people
I can talk to that understand
how much I miss you.

To these two people
I can cry and neither
of them get mad and
tell me to stop crying

These same two people
miss you as I and all three
of us are ready to die just
so we can be with you
up in the celestial sky.

We wait for that day when it
will come that all three of us
will be as one.

Could it be thirty-seven years ago nearly

that I held you in my arms

Could it be thirty-seven years

ago that I said you would make

a good young man

I never once thought

that you were to good

for this world and that

Our Lord would call you

home three months later

from me.



Not one tear did your father shed

I could not believe

He was a heartless monster to both

you and to me.





I watched them lay you in your grave

so small and tiny. I laid you in the country

that is now call Zimbabwe but always

Rhodesia to me.



I am glad that you did not live to

see its ruin and shame all the European

settlers had to leave and now it is a third world

country.



This was your home and where you were born

a proud once country and now the people starve

because it is a third world country.



I think of you often my son and how my life would be

if you had grown up and become a proud young man

I had hoped that you would be.









In Loving memory of my late son,

George Lincoln Rockwell Covington

born March 31, 1975 and passed away

on July 15, 1975





A mother's love never dies for her children.
By Lucie Elizabeth Ann Wesson, © 2011, All rights reserved.