Angels Around Us

Angels Around Us
By Joeysguy

My first Angel was small and bright

She did glow with her very own light

She stood on the top of our Christmas tree

Placed up there by my wife or me


My wife gave birth to our little three

Like little Angels they looked to me

      Those little Angels they mean so much

Just holding them and feeling their touch

         I feel an Angel is watching over my life

I believe it to be the spirit of my wife



She watches over me when I’m a sleep in bed

I have felt her hand on my back or my head



I believe Heavens Angels are always here

We may not know when they come near



Some of the Angels come to take us away

Because of sickness or age someone might say



When our life comes to an end

It’s an Angel that Heaven will send

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

Holding Back A Tear

Holding Back A Tear
By Joeysguy
At the bereavement group that I attend
It’s a place we don’t have to pretend
We hear stories of emotion and pain
Pretending here has nothing to gain
People come here in a sad way
Because of a life that had slipped away
Some people sit here with tears in their eyes
We all know that pain of when a love dies
With the stories that we hear
It’s hard to hold back a tear
Everyone here has lost a love
Taken from us to the heaven above
It’s always hard to keep a dry eye
Being here any of us may cry
We heard of a rock giving strength in ones life
For me it’s this group and the poems to my wife
The feeling of normal was asked of me
That normal in my life will never again be
People outside can act different as we know
We may hold back our feelings so as not to show
So this is the place we can be true
To ourselves and to each of you

Which Way to Heaven

Which Way to Heaven
By Joeysguy




My wife accepted the little that we had

Even those times that were really bad




She raised our kids, cats, dogs and also me

So as my hero it’s my wife I see




She would do things that made her strain

But she kept quiet about some of her pain




We were together for many years

Now alone I try to hold back the tears




Some days are harder to move on

So much is missing, so much is gone




With love for my wife I would always stare

Now it’s only pictures that I have here




I find myself rubbing some pictures with my hand

Wishing, just wishing to feel her hand




Thinking about the rest of my life

Which way to heaven and my wife




I wish I could hear my wife say

I’m here, take my hand heaven is this way

　

　

The Magic In Ones Life

The Magic in Ones Life
By joeys guy




I believe people have some magic in their life

Mine started with meeting my wife


I would feel it just by her touching me

I felt how much more that we could be


That magic from my wife

Bringing three children into my life


I could see magic just looking into their eyes

So open and bright and full of surprise


Magic could be the day when they first crawl

Such amazement when they are so small



Magic can be when they try to talk

Or that stumble when trying to walk


Looking at pictures of what I had

Still a husband and father but sad


My wife’s loss was tragic

I lost her with her magic


If I could bring my wife’s magic to light

I would bring her into my dreams every night


Life does not have a happily ever after

I believe it’s in the life after


Everything I felt in her kiss

The magic through my body I miss


The feelings I use to feel

Looking back the magic was real


I don’t see much to the rest of my life

I lost something precious, my wife

Is It Crazy

Is it Crazy
By Joeysguy

Sounds in my house that I hear

I relate some to my wife being here


I have pictures all around the house

Everywhere pictures of my spouse


I think of my wife still being here

Like saying I’m sorry or excuse me dear


So much is different in my life

I lost the normal when losing my wife


I’ll sit and pound my heels on the floor

Sometimes till a foot is sore


Sometimes I’ll take a drink

It helps me to relax and think


Thinking about everything I had

My life feels hopeless and sad



Some nights I think when I go to bed

Will I wake in the morning or will I be dead


As crazy as it may seem

Sometimes I may let out a scream


When leaving home I say, see you later to my souse

I’ll say I’m home when I enter the house


I know some things are crazy that I do

I don’t want to write it and tell you


This poem could be very long

Then people would know I’m really a dingdong

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

My Last Balloon

My Last Balloon

By Joeysguy

On special days I fly a balloon to my wife

Who is no longer here in the physical life



I release them during the morning light

I can watch them go out of sight




The balloons go up and away

Taking a path that I will take someday




I write messages on the balloons

Sometimes I put a note in the balloons




Before releasing them I give them a kiss

Till my last balloon, I will keep doing this




Each balloon carries a little extra part

They carry a piece from my heart




For me this is one way of keeping something together

So I can be with her forever




A little piece of my heart in each balloon

With my life’s end to follow soon



On a special day that would be my goal

If my last balloon was my soul

　

　

Old School

Old School
By joeys guy



I remember lessons from the old school

It was a code an unwritten rule




As a male I would get to my feet

To give the elderly or a woman the seat




When taking a girl out for a day

As the guy I would always pay




Music was understood and had meaning

A lot of songs today sounds like screaming




Entertainers wore costumes or dressed in clothes

Today so much body they expose




You didn’t always have to lock doors

No fences had to protect stores




As a young kid I played outside

Strangers didn’t bother us, we didn’t have to hide




We would hangout till late hours of night

When older we hung out even till daylight




Women could sit outside late and talk

It was safe to take a late night walk




Any time was safe to go stroll in the park

Try doing that now in the dark




People now wear pants down almost to the knees

It’s ugly, pick them up please




What happened to those good old days

Time passes and kids go through a craze