Our Days Are Numbered ~ Poem.
You ever have a day where you are feeling down?
This poem was written when my day couldn't seem to jump-start itself.
Often I sit down and reflect upon the good things that we have in life.
I release the bad by writing about it.
Family celebrating together.
When she was born.
When she arrived, at the hospital that day,
Her mama said her hair was wavy,
And her father wanted to name her May.
She took the family by surprise,
as she opened up her eyes,
And they shared hugs through their cries.
This beautiful baby girl,
was born a miracle in all rights,
like an oyster makes a pearl.
Someone once cared.
Someone once cried.
A baby girl to call their own.
Those tears were finally dried.
My "father".
When she was three.
When she was three,
It was the first time she disobeyed,
She fell down hard upon her knee.
Her grandpa picked her up,
With his big strong arms,
As she got to pet her first pup.
Grandpa hid the dog in his coat.
He would have done anything for her,
Including buying her a goat.
Someone cared for that little girl,
As the stars shine above,
She was the glory in his own world!
Someone once cared.
Someone once cried.
A baby girl to call their own.
Those tears were finally dried.
Growing up on the farm.
My sister.
When she was seven.
At seven, she was so sad,
To leave her mama and her past,
It all happened very fast.
The car sped away from her home,
And her sister left alone,
It brought coldness to her bones.
At school the next day,
She wore a new coat and brought her bear,
But no matter, the kids wouldn't play.
She came out of her own shell,
As she advanced in her grades,
She knew then she'd be well.
Someone once cared.
Someone once cried.
A baby girl to call their own.
Those tears were finally died.
My "mother" in the blue dress. RIP.
When she was thirty-two.
At thirty-two she cried again,
Oh Mama, Oh Mama,
This time for her very best friend.
Alone to carry on,
Still fleeing from the memories,
That haunt her all day long.
What would she do,
Where would she go,
She could do what she wanted to.
Someone once cared.
Someone once cried.
A baby girl to call their own.
Those tears were finally dried.
At thirty-nine.
Just yesterday has gone away,
What happened to her days,
Feeling like she went astray.
With such joy her children bring,
How come she feels like crying,
As she sees knew hope of Spring.
The pain in her eyes,
Can't be spoken in words,
For the years that have gone by.
Where will she go from here?
The storm is brewing some more,
Does anyone even care?
Someone once cared.
Someone once cried.
A baby girl to call their own.
Those tears were finally dried.
My "father". He is in the care of Hospice at this time.
Her days were numbered with her family.
If she could do it all around,
What would she remember to tell her friends,
About the beauty that she had found.
The peace she found in life,
Through the hard times that came around.
Even through times of strife.
What about the lessons that she learned,
In life,
From every corner that she turned.
Despite having it so hard,
She made the best of it she could,
And she never felt slightly scarred.
Someone once cared.
Someone once cried.
A baby girl to call their own.
Those tears were finally dried.
Rest peacefully.
Dedication.
This is dedicated to all who wander this way thinking that life is something we just live.
Life is not only what we get through, but also what we put in to it that makes it so unique.
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