Sorry
By Michael A Gelb
Sorry for the arguments we’ve had
Especially those that were bad
Sorry for things asked of me
When you did something I couldn’t see
Sorry that I always seem mad
Losing my wife I’m angry and sad
Sorry I may hear things in the wrong way
And how something wrong I might say
Sorry to know my children are grown
Because I have to let them be on their own
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Unfinished life
Unfinished life
By Michael A Gelb
Joey was the girl that I married
For the years my name she carried
We made a family my wife and I
When she passed I did cry
What will be with the rest of my life
Someday again to be with my wife
I would like to say to my wife thank you
Also again to say I do
I wish she was here to see
What our grandchildren will grow to be
From a young girl to a woman to my wife
She’s gone and left an unfinished life
By Michael A Gelb
Joey was the girl that I married
For the years my name she carried
We made a family my wife and I
When she passed I did cry
What will be with the rest of my life
Someday again to be with my wife
I would like to say to my wife thank you
Also again to say I do
I wish she was here to see
What our grandchildren will grow to be
From a young girl to a woman to my wife
She’s gone and left an unfinished life
Trigger
Trigger
By Michael A Gelb
What is the meaning for the word trigger
To me the meaning is some what bigger
Many things I could share
It’s a meaning that can bring on a tear
To some of us it could be a word
For some it might be a bird
Maybe a dog or a cat
Or maybe just a place we are at
Something that reminds me of my wife
I may cry or be mad or just hate my life
By Michael A Gelb
What is the meaning for the word trigger
To me the meaning is some what bigger
Many things I could share
It’s a meaning that can bring on a tear
To some of us it could be a word
For some it might be a bird
Maybe a dog or a cat
Or maybe just a place we are at
Something that reminds me of my wife
I may cry or be mad or just hate my life
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Fear No More
Fear no more
by Michael A Gelb
I always thought of the day I would die
To say that I wasn’t afraid would be a lie
Since my wife is gone who I love and adore
So now to die I fear no more
by Michael A Gelb
I always thought of the day I would die
To say that I wasn’t afraid would be a lie
Since my wife is gone who I love and adore
So now to die I fear no more
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Precious Things
Precious things
by Michael A Gelb
Finding out a father I was to become
My love, my wife to become a mom
In time being a father of three
They would be precious things to me
As a father I gave it my best
Protecting them in our little nest
Now my little three are all grown
They have precious things of their own
The most precious things in life
Your family, your children, your wife
by Michael A Gelb
Finding out a father I was to become
My love, my wife to become a mom
In time being a father of three
They would be precious things to me
As a father I gave it my best
Protecting them in our little nest
Now my little three are all grown
They have precious things of their own
The most precious things in life
Your family, your children, your wife
Monday, November 8, 2010
Moments in Time
Moments in Time
by Michael A Gelb
For more than half of my life
I was married to my darling wife
Truly my first love was she
I hope she still loves me
I loved and protected my wife
So much I would give my life
Some special moments we did share
It’s the time and emptiness now I fear
Right from the start
I was hers she owned my heart
In my daughters I can see my wife
But it doesn’t fill the void in my life
The painful days of December will be here
Her birthday and Christmas they share
January was the month she passed
How long will this pain last
by Michael A Gelb
For more than half of my life
I was married to my darling wife
Truly my first love was she
I hope she still loves me
I loved and protected my wife
So much I would give my life
Some special moments we did share
It’s the time and emptiness now I fear
Right from the start
I was hers she owned my heart
In my daughters I can see my wife
But it doesn’t fill the void in my life
The painful days of December will be here
Her birthday and Christmas they share
January was the month she passed
How long will this pain last
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