It's Fiction!!

Okay, I just want to let everyone know that what I write if FICTION!  When my posts are not like this one (where I am just giving my opinion on something), they are fictional pieces of work.  All fiction either comes from an idea or life experience.  I take whatever I can and turn it into a fictional story/poem...etc.  If it causes emotions to rise within you, then I have done my job as a writer.  So, you can stop worrying, and just take my writing for what it is.  It is whatever you want it to be.  Just remember, it is fiction! :)

All She Needs...is Love

 

I watch her tears stream down her face.

I feel the pain enveloping my soul.

I want to comfort, to heal, to mend.

My heart aches as I watch her crumble.

She crumbles to the floor like a rag doll.

Screaming and crying out.

Crying out from the very depths of her soul.

I can feel her pain, sorrow, and loss.

As if it was my own heart being torn.

Slowly, being torn into miniscule pieces.

I reach out to her.

Reaching out to comfort and support.

Hoping that my touch will heal.

Heal the hole that is now in her heart.

She falls helplessly into my loving arms.

I hold her quivering small body.

I hold it tightly, as if my touch will erase.

Erase all that has been said.

Erase all that has happened.

Erase the pain and emptiness.

“What did I do wrong?”

“Why is he leaving me?”

“What could I have done differently?”

“Why doesn't he love me anymore?”

“How can I go on with this hole that is left in my heart?”

“I love him like I have never loved anyone.”

These words slowly emerged from her lips.

From her saddened, broken, trembling lips.

As I sit holding her, tears stream down my face.

I feel like a part of me is dying inside.

A hole is left in my heart.

I feel so helpless.

“Why can't I fix this?”

“How do I comfort her, support her?”

“Why can't I take her pain away?”

“God, let me take all her pain and sorrow!”

“God, fill the hole in her heart!”

I say in my mind as I squeeze her closer, tighter.

She is beautiful.

She is brilliant and beautiful.

She is selfless, caring, brilliant, and beautiful.

She is understanding, giving, selfless, caring, brilliant, and beautiful.

She is the personification of unconditional love.

She loves deeply and completely.

She deserves someone that can see all these things...and more.

We are both crying softly now.

She holds me a little tighter now.

She looks up at me with her beautiful brown eyes.

Her eyes are red and full of the tears her heart has cried.

She looks for guidance and reassurance.

She also has a look of hope.

Hope that he will want her again, love her again.

“When will this pain go away, Mom?”

She asks with so much anguish, yet so much love in her voice.

What can I say?

I know that pain will be there for a long time.

There will be questions that are never answered.

He will tell her what she wants to hear to avoid conflict.

That the first real heartbreak is the hardest.

The first time you 'fall' you will fall the hardest.

The first time you give your whole heart away, you feel love deeper than you have ever experienced before and deeper than you will ever experience again.

The first time you give your whole heart away, you will also feel emptiness, pain, heartache, sorrow, and loneliness deeper than you have ever experienced before and deeper than you will ever experience again.

The first true love takes you to new heights, you fall fast and hard, and when it is over your heart is left crushed, mangled, and empty.

I know I should tell her this.

For now, I will just hold her close to my heart.

Hold her close because that is what she needs...she needs love.

The Souls Of The Fallen

The souls of the fallen
Our hearts break
The souls of the fallen
I pray they are souls you will take


The souls of the fallen
From battles fought
The souls of the fallen
They have already been bought


The souls of the fallen
During war and peace
The souls of the fallen
My son, daughter, sister, grandparents, and niece


The souls of the fallen
Our hearts cry out in pain
The souls of the fallen
For everyone Jesus was slain


The souls of the fallen
We shall not forget
The souls of the fallen
Their laughter, tears, memories, and wit


The souls of the fallen
For those not yet born
The souls of the fallen
In loving memory we mourn


The souls of the fallen
God lovingly takes
The souls of the fallen
To remind us He never Forsakes


The souls of the fallen
We will see them again
The souls of the fallen
When our life here ends  and our Eternal one begins

Teens and their 'impending doom'-at least that is how they see it!

I remember being a teenager.  Everything that happened was always an 'emergency' or 'if ...happens I am going to just die".  I said that about a million times and I am still here.  I am listening to my 16 yr old son describe his latest life problem.  People at school are not (and I quote) "giving me the respect I deserve".  Honey, I have news for ya, there are going to be people throughout your life that don't give you the respect you deserve or feel that you deserve.  I am talking about employers, co-workers, friends, your wife and kids...and the list goes on.  Life is not fair nor is it easy.  I do not believe that God ever once said that you would always be given respect or an easy life.  As a matter of fact, He says that there WILL BE trials and suffering.  Although, He DID say that he would be there to comfort, support, and guide you through those trials and suffering.  This is not just for adults, it is for people of all ages including teenagers.  But, if you remember, teenagers only see the "right now", and everything that happens in the "right now" is their impending doom!  I just can't wait to see what kind of emergencies come up when he gets home tomorrow.  It is never a dull house!  All I can say is........"aaahhhh, the joys of parenting"!  :)

So Gentle So Sweet-In loving memory of my Mamma

SO SWEET SO GENTLE

So sweet

So gentle

Her love exudes, surrounds, comforts, heals

Her soft yet strong hand wipes away my tears

So sweet

So gentle

Her laughter fills my mind, my ears, my soul

Her wisdom so prophetic and ever lasting

So sweet

So gentle

Her presence fills the very air I breathe

Her stories will be told to all generations

So sweet

So gentle

Feeling her slip away little by little

I am not ready, not prepared

So sweet

So gentle

She is longing, needing, wanting

She is ready to see Him

So sweet

So gentle

He caresses her in His Fatherly arms

As He has done many times before

So sweet

So gentle

“Do not be afraid my child”

He picks her up and takes her home

So sweetly

So gently

His love exudes, surrounds, comforts, heals

His hands so soft yet strong wipes away her tears

So sweetly

So gently

She is safe and loved by all

Rejoicing, praising, celebrating

She is home

She is home

To my Mamma-

I am honored to have been your granddaughter and my life has and will always be richer and fuller for having known you. I thank you for loving me unconditionally, always being there for me, and showing me how much better life can be if God is the center of your life. I love you and will see you again.