When The Light Goes Out
By Joeysguy
Lighting a candle helps me to see more
I see things I didn’t see before
Just little things that I couldn’t see
Some now have meaning to me
In the stillness of air, why does the flame flicker
It moves from side to side and looks bigger
I can feel the warmth of the candle and see it glow
As the wax melts the flame would grow
When day ends and night falls
The candles shadow is on the walls
I light the candles for my wife
Another way of honoring our life
My wife’s pictures would shimmer and shine
In my mind to me she is still mine
The candle flames can be very bright
To me the flame dances when I look at the light
That dancing light is what I see
I want to think that it’s dancing for me
I will be with my wife, I have no doubt
One day when the light goes out
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Monday, October 13, 2014
Strength In Numbers
Strength In Numbers
By Joeysguy
A few years back I joined a group of strangers
I went there looking for answers
To join here was such a high cost
It was with a piece of my heart I had lost
That cost was my losing my wife
All these strangers here also lost someone from their life
Joining the group we all paid the dues
With a life of someone we did lose
Nobody thinks of being a member here
That first day can be hard to share
We fight our emotions most everyday
Our grief or tears can get in our way
Life has become different in many ways
Just to do something might take days
We all had come here with grief
Where here looking for some kind of relief
Even though we can be weak and cry
Time shows that we can get by
This is where some of us belong
Our time together helps to make us strong
By Joeysguy
A few years back I joined a group of strangers
I went there looking for answers
To join here was such a high cost
It was with a piece of my heart I had lost
That cost was my losing my wife
All these strangers here also lost someone from their life
Joining the group we all paid the dues
With a life of someone we did lose
Nobody thinks of being a member here
That first day can be hard to share
We fight our emotions most everyday
Our grief or tears can get in our way
Life has become different in many ways
Just to do something might take days
We all had come here with grief
Where here looking for some kind of relief
Even though we can be weak and cry
Time shows that we can get by
This is where some of us belong
Our time together helps to make us strong
Days End
Days End
By Joeysguy
Tomorrow will become a today
Today will become a yesterday
It feels like it was just a yesterday
Since my wife passed away
With my wife I had much more yesterday
I lost my wife, now I have less today That day I also should have passed away
One of my today’s will be my last day
Every tomorrow brings me closer to an end of my life
With another day that goes by, I’ll be with my wife
By Joeysguy
Tomorrow will become a today
Today will become a yesterday
It feels like it was just a yesterday
Since my wife passed away
With my wife I had much more yesterday
I lost my wife, now I have less today That day I also should have passed away
One of my today’s will be my last day
Every tomorrow brings me closer to an end of my life
With another day that goes by, I’ll be with my wife
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Living With The Pain
Living With The Pain
By Joeysguy
On that day that my wife had died
One of my thoughts was suicide
The pain I had from losing my wife
To stop my pain I thought to end my life
I didn’t want to hear anyone explain
I just wanted to put an end to my pain
To take my life I felt no fear
I didn’t even think of who would care
Our dogs were waiting at the house
My fear was to go back home without my spouse
The pain of losing my kids mother and my wife
I had second thoughts as to taking my life
Losing their mother we all cried
They would have been devastated if I chose suicide
They may have thought that I loved them less
If I would have put an end to my pain and distress
With all my pain and sorrow
It’s hard to face an empty tomorrow
She has saved my life many times in bed
It’s also her who puts the poems into my head
Still watching over my life
My Angel, my wife
By Joeysguy
On that day that my wife had died
One of my thoughts was suicide
The pain I had from losing my wife
To stop my pain I thought to end my life
I didn’t want to hear anyone explain
I just wanted to put an end to my pain
To take my life I felt no fear
I didn’t even think of who would care
Our dogs were waiting at the house
My fear was to go back home without my spouse
The pain of losing my kids mother and my wife
I had second thoughts as to taking my life
Losing their mother we all cried
They would have been devastated if I chose suicide
They may have thought that I loved them less
If I would have put an end to my pain and distress
With all my pain and sorrow
It’s hard to face an empty tomorrow
She has saved my life many times in bed
It’s also her who puts the poems into my head
Still watching over my life
My Angel, my wife
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Reflections
Reflections
By Joeysguy
When my kids were young they would run around
You always new where they were just by the sound
Someone would bring home a dog or a cat
One daughter even had a pet rat
With everything my wife was at my side
Until that horrible day that she died
I’m looking at a picture, that was our wedding day
I can’t remember all of the words we did say
This picture shows our marriage sealed with a kiss
My tears are a reminder, I will never again have this
With my wife gone and my kids grown
My dogs are gone and I live alone
I wish my wife walked through the door
So I could hold her and kiss her once more
In my house I’m always seeing a figure
It can look smaller but it’s never bigger
I see this figure in every room
It looks at me with the face of gloom
I’ve seen this figure just a short time in my life
Tell me figure are you my wife
The figure speaks and I know this voice
Figure your not my choice
The figure is in everything that has a shine
It’s a reflection that is always mine
By Joeysguy
When my kids were young they would run around
You always new where they were just by the sound
Someone would bring home a dog or a cat
One daughter even had a pet rat
With everything my wife was at my side
Until that horrible day that she died
I’m looking at a picture, that was our wedding day
I can’t remember all of the words we did say
This picture shows our marriage sealed with a kiss
My tears are a reminder, I will never again have this
With my wife gone and my kids grown
My dogs are gone and I live alone
I wish my wife walked through the door
So I could hold her and kiss her once more
In my house I’m always seeing a figure
It can look smaller but it’s never bigger
I see this figure in every room
It looks at me with the face of gloom
I’ve seen this figure just a short time in my life
Tell me figure are you my wife
The figure speaks and I know this voice
Figure your not my choice
The figure is in everything that has a shine
It’s a reflection that is always mine
Monday, July 14, 2014
With Pride
With Pride
By Joeysguy
It’s so dark in here, it must be night
I see an opening, I can see some light
Why are these people pulling on me
I guess out there I should be
I’m upside down, you hit me and I cried
That hurt and left me teary-eyed
Who’s this lady you put me alongside
Who’s this man staring with so much pride
Are they someone that I should know
When they leave will I also go
This lady says her name is mom
She puts out her hands and wants me to come
The man is called dad
They are so nice and never seem sad
Will this good feeling always last
Time has gone by and it seemed so fast
In the blink of an eye
I’ve learned what it is to cry
With little suffering and not much sound
Mom and dad are now in the ground
They said we are of one heart
Even in death we can never be apart
Now I look at this lady with our baby at her side
How beautiful, and I’m so full of pride
By Joeysguy
It’s so dark in here, it must be night
I see an opening, I can see some light
Why are these people pulling on me
I guess out there I should be
I’m upside down, you hit me and I cried
That hurt and left me teary-eyed
Who’s this lady you put me alongside
Who’s this man staring with so much pride
Are they someone that I should know
When they leave will I also go
This lady says her name is mom
She puts out her hands and wants me to come
The man is called dad
They are so nice and never seem sad
Will this good feeling always last
Time has gone by and it seemed so fast
In the blink of an eye
I’ve learned what it is to cry
With little suffering and not much sound
Mom and dad are now in the ground
They said we are of one heart
Even in death we can never be apart
Now I look at this lady with our baby at her side
How beautiful, and I’m so full of pride
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Paper Rose
Paper Rose
By Joeysguy
Many years ago when I was short of money
Thinking of a gift to give my honey
Something inexpensive, like a single rose
With the meaning and feeling that it shows
Just a couple of dollars I think that would be okay
As a gift from my heart for that day
In that single rose, that I bought
With my love being the thought
I have roses growing outside my house
In the memory and love to my spouse
From some of the thorns that are on the stems
My blood was drawn and looks like little gems
I need a rose that is so very light
It has to be special for a flight
I can now give her this kind of a rose
With all my love that it shows
The rose has to be without a thorn
So the balloon doesn’t burst while airborne
Higher and higher to my wife it goes
A balloon that carries, a paper rose
By Joeysguy
Many years ago when I was short of money
Thinking of a gift to give my honey
Something inexpensive, like a single rose
With the meaning and feeling that it shows
Just a couple of dollars I think that would be okay
As a gift from my heart for that day
In that single rose, that I bought
With my love being the thought
I have roses growing outside my house
In the memory and love to my spouse
From some of the thorns that are on the stems
My blood was drawn and looks like little gems
I need a rose that is so very light
It has to be special for a flight
I can now give her this kind of a rose
With all my love that it shows
The rose has to be without a thorn
So the balloon doesn’t burst while airborne
Higher and higher to my wife it goes
A balloon that carries, a paper rose
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