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Date Added: September 13, 2004 10:09:10 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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~*~OUR LIFE'S GREATEST TREASURE~*~To all the single men, raising children alone~*~

Met in high school, still together
when college did come.
Graduation day, a joy for us two,
together we decided to be one,
darling, just me and you.

Two years passed and with a
baby girl we were blessed, like
two birds we had started our
loving nest. She brought such
joy to us, so in God we then
put all our trust.

We decided that we needed you
at home, so you became a "stay at
home Mom." Such loving care you
poured into out little one and
into our growing home.

Late the following spring, God had
blessed our lives again. A little
brother for our Sara Anne. We were
so happy, so filled with joy, God's gift
to us, a baby boy.

We watched them grow, and so close
they grew, bringing so much love to
me and you. We had such strength
in our little family, there was nothing
we couldn't do, in our hearts, love
would conquer all, this we knew.

The day little Joey turned two, another
blessing, as you gave us the news.
A long nine months, as so many
troubles you had, the day came when
once again you made me a Dad.
But when the doctor gave the news,
it left us broken hearted and sad.

You grew so weak, each breath came
far and few, I prayed to God, "honey I
knew I couldn't lose you." I held your hand,
as the children did cling to your side,
you took that last breath, "honey that
was the moment the biggest part
of me died."

An infant in my arms, two more standing,
clinging onto my side, the rose petals fell
so softly onto the mound of dirt, I don't
think I have ever felt such a hurt.
Remembering the touch of your hand,
the softness in your voice, alone now I
have to do this, I have no choice.

Each day on my way to work, and to take
the kids to school, we stop and give
a rose to you. We stand by you still
each day, and silently to God we pray.
We miss your tenderness, your hugs
and your sweet kiss.

It is hard day to day, the children and
I, trying to make our way. We see you
in the stars at night, we feel your hugs,
when I tuck them in tight. Their tears still
fall, as in the night your name they still
call. It's just not the same dear, since God
took you home, "I have never felt
so alone."

On the weekends to our ocean retreat,
through the mist of the oceans we
hear your voice so sweet. Remembering
the ocean to be your favorite place,
going back there, recapturing your
beautiful face.

Hearing your whipsers in the gentle
waves, saying your last goodbys
as you left us that day. Been a year
now, the pain is still there, but I know
you are at peace, in his loving care. "Darling,
you gave us nothing but sheer pleasure,
and in Heaven I know, God now holds, our
life's greatest treasure.

No one will ever take your place, the
beauty you posessed will never
be found in any heart, nor on any face.
We know you are here with us each and
every day, without you dear, we
wouldn't make it through the day. I see
you in our children, in every tear that
they cry, rest peacefully now my love,
till we meet in our home that I know
you are preparing for us all, there in
the sky.

September 13, 2004
Author's Notes:
~~ Today's Treasures ~~
~~ Bring ~~
~~ Tomorrow's Memories ~~

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Comment By: FreeZyskandar A Jaimot on October 25, 2007 01:48:15 PM Report

to ve - read most of your postings on this site - enjoyable and highly evocative thought you might 'relate'/find the following of interest - regards zaj

No longer children


They speak in bytes

of rock and metal tunes.

High—schoolers hard and durable

as new age hi—tech plastics.

Outwardly projecting

independence with rap

verses blared through

bodies excited by a new message.

Where “Green Eggs and Ham”

was titled for another age.

Another time of adolescence

when girls looked like boys

and boys looked like girls.

Before the explorations of self.

In classrooms where the wonder

of innocence wasn’t changed

until they began to think

of sex of sex of sex of sex

of the sex of their lives.

How it is so especially confusing

when physicality replaces guiltlessness

to swell deep inside.

Ready to burst from breasts

the colour of chewing gum pink nipples

that boys no men no boys

fixate on in fantasies.

Crop tops and baggies worn low

that leave little to imaginations

fed by internet on—line chats.

Where minds are captured

by violent games and tongues

are studded to connect lyrical passages

of childhood in moshpits outfitted

in FooFighter tee—shirts.

Because everyone will be connected

by technology, the new religion.

Where anything seems possible

on VCR stop action freeze frame

rewind play it again and again.

Images indelibly etched on minds

aware that cool was hip and hip is retro.

This is an existence where detention

doesn’t matter because

“everyday Is a winding road”

on diskettes while we wonder

“where have all the cowboys gone”?

Which echoes an older generation’s

asking for a hero like Joe DiMaggio.

And attention is always given                                                       

to a solitary kiss.                                                               .
That will get you a partner.                                                    
Someone you long for or desire.

Even Tom Cruise or Leonardo
or PamelaSue or Yasmeen.
While Tupac is in the past.
And the artist formerly known as Prince
is just a forgotten person
and not a brand name of wiggly macaroni.

Served on lunch plates                                                     

In standard cafeterias where

the middle—aged gaze out at

a changing sky of clouds.

Traveling without moving

that on alternate days

rains desperation onto lives.

Struggling in seats.

We sit a few feet apart

where the need to show our uniqueness

drives a Honda Celica low—rider

to shouts of “be chillin’ muddafucka”

in every thought and sentence.

We all await weekends

that go by all too quickly

in broken battles of vodka

and beer blasts running

through teen—aged minds bored

beyond belief by adult blatherings

of repeated irrelevant rules.

Laws arbitrarily enforced

by those who have ages of money and power.

When you can claim you never inhaled

in a world of rules

where the elders rule

merely because they have lasted longer

than concepts of traditional marriage.

Ignored by gangs of teenagers

smoking trying to look sullen and menacing

In defiance of societal guidelines

posted on packages or boxes an movies.

A commercialized world of TV ads

in between real life when daughters

sometimes hate fathers and sons resent

mothers for divorcing themselves from wanting

what they thought they loved or wanted.

Cast aside with traumatic affect

by a society putting a premium

on beauty or athletic prowess.

Unwilling to endure an everyday existence

where languid limbs trail scarves in winter

trailing dejected leaves like Isadora Duncan

waiting for the strangling world to finally end.

Where self—absorption is embarrassment

and high—voltage CD lyrics flows through minds

at decibel levels which could drown out the roar

from the takeoff of the Space Shuttle.

Where click—and—go TV sets imitate

the table hopping In fastfood joints.

A culture where the more people you can hang with

confers a form of momentary status.

And being cool is to die for.

Even if it means stealing a box of cigs                                                  

out of your mother’s private stash.

Or painting your nails black

or having your flesh pierced to gain attention

when you never have enough money

to buy an outfit or the glasses you want

in a world of materialistic frenzy

which abandons you in malls


where anxiety is the common denominator

for the misery of growing slightly older.


Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on December 30, 2006 11:41:17 AM Report
This is so incredible to did bring tears to my eyes. Such a beautiful piece, so very deserving of the award. Excellent work.


Comment By: FreeSilkinTears on December 4, 2006 12:38:35 PM Report
What a moving and touching poem Award well deserved Penny


Comment By: FreeKaren Marrah on November 24, 2006 11:33:01 AM Report
Oh Penny, what a beautiful and heart wrenching write this is. You did a wonderful job. There is not question as to why this earned a featured poem award. Your heart flows within each and every line. Again, I bow to your amazing gift of writing. .............Karen
Comment By: FreeJeff on November 16, 2006 01:25:16 PM Report
What an amazing wonder it won the award.

So touching and so emotional.



Comment By: FreeBernice on January 18, 2006 07:42:31 AM Report
*tears* ... wow. that made me cry! what a ... wonderful nd moving poem! i have to agree with everyone else! and well done with the ribbon! you deserve every bit of it. awesome write! i loved it
Comment By: FreeNancy on March 12, 2005 07:37:01 AM Report
Im really don't know what to say except i felt every word. I loved this.
Comment By: FreeDarkness Rides This Night on September 26, 2004 04:49:13 PM Report
Everytime I read one of your poems..! I never know what to say..! Your heart wrenching tales of loss or your uplifting stories of hope and love..! You are the finest poetess anywhere Penny..! Congrats on the ribbon ..!
Comment By: FreeBOB on September 23, 2004 01:34:25 PM Report
Such a heart wrenching poem, can hardly see to type, congratulations on your award for this wonderful poem, Bob :)
Comment By: FreeLubaina on September 23, 2004 06:48:54 AM Report
Congratulations on your Blue Ribbon, brilliant write.

Comment By: FreeMarian Mason on September 23, 2004 06:33:58 AM Report
I feel as though I held his hand and felt his pain when I read this. Penny I can only add my support to Margarets words and to congratulate you on your Blue Ribbom
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on September 21, 2004 02:16:23 PM Report
*tears*, Penny~!
You are such a well-rounded, talented poetess, Penny, that affords us great glimpses into all lifestyles~ That is a great plus for us here at the Site~ It seems that you can reach and find the story within yourself for any situation, and that is a sign of talent~
This poignant poem is tearful, yet is blessed with HOPE and LOVE for knowing that they shall be united once again~ I am pleased to see that this won a Blue Ribbon Award....CONGRATULATIONS, my friend.....
Love and Light, your old buddy on the streets, the bag lady
Comment By: FreeSharon Jorcil James on September 20, 2004 01:03:22 PM Report
Very beautiful and touching poem. Congrats on the award.

Sharon Jorcil-James
Comment By: Freejoia on September 20, 2004 01:02:13 PM Report
This well written poem is more perfect for any parent who has lost the helpmate and carries on with the faith. You have written so well about the courage and power it takes. Deserves the ribbon and awarded to an excellent write, joia
Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on September 20, 2004 05:45:37 AM Report
I agree with everyone. Very sad and yet hauntingly beautiful. well done Penny. Well deserved.
Comment By: FreeGay Johnson on September 19, 2004 10:18:20 PM Report
Penny, Congratulations on the blue. My hat is off to you for this wonderful write.
Gentle Dove
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on September 19, 2004 09:30:21 PM Report
Penny: congratulations on your Blue Ribbon for this lovely poem.

Lady Dragonwyck
Comment By: FreeReBeL CuTiE on September 13, 2004 01:27:41 PM Report
Woman you have left chill bumps known among my surfaces with this write...
I admire every man out there raising children as a single dad and this one had its own little story added in there with it!
What heartbreaking beauty you have blessed this page with !
I love that about you and your writes....
Always full of Grace and Beauty....

~KELLY~ a.k.a ReBeL CuTiE


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