Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Prints of LOve

Prints of Love

By (Joeysguy) Michael A Gelb

Loving someone from the start

Leaves an imprint in your heart

That imprint of someone you love

In your mind of someone who’s now up above

Maybe something that they left behind

Brings back memories in your mind

That someone who passed and left a mark

An imprint we can even see in the dark

Maybe just something we found

It might just be a foot print on the ground

The memories of time that has passed by

It might make you tear up and even cry

Just a hand print on a wall

Might be a thought that you recall

From your memories of a time you knew

They always have meaning to you

Looking at a picture of your love and you

Leaving an imprint of that day you said I do

Could some imprints be from above

As a kiss to someone they love

Yes It's Love

Yes It’s Love

By Michael A Gelb (Joeysguy)

When you can’t take your eyes off of someone

Did their face glow like the sun

On the first time that your hands did touch

Did your body tingle and you felt that inner rush

After that first time that you kissed

That separation, that feeling of something missed

That special someone is always in your mind

You don’t want to leave them far behind

Every time that person is around

Do you feel your heart pound

Your heart races so very fast

It’s a feeling that you want to last

For that person you want to do so much

To keep close and always in touch

The time comes to let them go

You release them ever so slow

You tried to protect them from any harm

They die and slip away from your arm

You want to be with them in that other life

This could have been your husband or your wife

With that person now in the heaven above

Your feelings still, yes it’s love





Monday, October 29, 2012

At What Cost

At what cost

By Michael A Gelb (Joeysguy)

If you are going to a bar

Save lives, don’t drive your car

At what cost for that drink

Before you take it, stop and think

Just a bad choice that you could make

That bad choice will put lives at stake

With a life, someone could pay

The loss of life for your drunken day

Don’t use your seatbelt on your drunken day

Why should you live to walk away

So I ask, at what cost will that drink be

Just a few dollars to destroy a family

If you live you will go to jail

Tell your kids where to send your mail

Driving drunk the cops will pull you over

Hopefully before you kill, so drive sober

P/S, Lets not forget about cell phone texts

While driving you could kill and cause wrecks

Wednesday, October 3, 2012



By (Joeysguy) Michael A Gelb

How would it be talking to God

Getting a response might be odd

I would ask, since you are the higher good

Why can’t you protect people as you could

Children are so innocent and pure

Some sick with a disease, why can’t we get a cure

Some of the evil that men do

They yell and scream in the name of you

When any terror comes out of the night

They want to hurt, kill or just fight

Some only care about their belief

They care nothing about loss or grief

Why can’t you strike out the terror in ones mind

Before they can hurt the innocent, the kind

We lose loved ones to sickness or an end to their time

Why can’t you stop any terror before the crime

Wednesday, June 20, 2012



By Michael A Gelb

That day when my wife passed out on the floor
I didn’t know the feelings I would endure

My wife laying unconscious, not a moan
I called for help yelling on the phone

I feel guilt that I may have failed my wife
I probably could have done more in her life

When I gave her clothing away
That was a hard and painful day

Over 46 years of wearing my wedding band
It was so hard to remove it from my hand

Both rings together on the same chain
Hanging from my neck doesn’t ease the pain

The rings were a symbol of love and a married life
Now the finger shows no visible marks of a marriage to my wife

I fear the loss of memory someday
Keeping my wife’s memory is something I pray

All the years of the life we built
Now in my thoughts I feel some guilt

I’ll always feel guilt of that last day
Could I have done more, I can’t say

The pain and guilt that I feel
That is something that will never heal

Every night I lay in bed
I face the pillow that use to hold my wife’s head

All my days and the tomorrows
They all end with sorrows

I wish my wife would stop watching over me
And just let my sleep disorder take me

Friday, March 30, 2012


By Michael A Gelb

On April 7th we had a small wedding
It was a life with you I was getting

50 years ago you became my wife
I said I do for the rest of my life

In all our years I never cried
I do it now since you died

At night is the loneliness
All the time is the emptiness

I wanted to get a new engagement ring for you
Maybe even repeat the words, I do

The guilt I felt because of no goodbye
At the same time I also wanted to die

I loved you so many years of my life
I will always love you as my wife

I’m still finding things hard to do
These were easy things for you

Until again it’s you and me
Happy 50th anniversary

Wednesday, February 1, 2012


By Michael A Gelb

My mind knows how long my wife’s been away
In my heart it feels like just a day

The meaning of closure to me
Is closing the door behind my wife and me

At night when I go to bed
I have thoughts in my head

If after I turn off the light
I should pass during the night

If I should pass during the day
The same words I would say

I wish it’s my wife that I see
Looking at me

I’ll be happy and calm
When she takes me by the arm

We’ll go off together
This time it will be forever


By Michael A Gelb

When we come to a meeting
We are welcomed with a warm greeting

We come together because of a loss and pain
At our meetings, always something to gain

We try to help a friend
With hope and talks right to the end

This is a place you may see tears
We all have those fears

Where here to help our heart and our mind
All the people here are so kind

We talk about our loves, the good and bad
Sometimes we may get very sad

We listen to what someone would say
Someone may cry and that’s okay

One of our own had started a group, BSG
Bereavement Social Group come and see

Life is to live and then we die
It’s those in betweens that can make us cry