Have you ever been to blue city?
It is located in the state of heartache and pain.
To find it, just follow the trail of tears.
The weather here is always cloudy, no sunshine in sight.
People travel here often, some stay longer than others.
Activities here include : frowning, crying, and sleeping.
Once you visit, you will never want to come back.
But, life sometimes sends you back.
I recommend visiting the Sunshine State instead.
When the war first started,
She made a promise she would keep,
That every night she’d write him,
Before she went to sleep.
So, every night she did just that,
And gave him all the news,
Her intent – to keep his spirits up,
And keep him from the blues.
A typical letter read like this,
“The kids are well, and so am I,
The lemon tree has lemons now,
I must make a lemon pie.”
But between the lines, her message said,
“I love that little tree,
Remember when you planted it?
You said it was for me.”
“But in my heart of hearts, I knew,
It was your love for lemon pie,
And my first pie was disastrous,
We laughed until we cried.”
“We had to eat it with a spoon,
You even tried a straw,
Remember how I threatened you
If you ever told your Ma?”
“School is in full-swing now,
George Junior made the team,
He’s old enough and big enough,
And tough enough, it seems.”
But between the lines, her message was,
“Oh, honey, he’s so small,
I should have told him no, I s’pose,
He’s just a child, after all.”
“His heart was really set on this,
I couldn’t turn him down,
His helmet almost swallows him,
But he treats it like a crown.”
“Carole’s on the Dean’s List,
The third time in a row,
Sweetheart, she’s so smart,
She has your brains, you know.”
“And pretty, too, our little girl,
You would be so proud,
She lights up any room,
And stands out in a crowd.”
But what she really wished to say
Was somewhere between the lines,
“I’m worried about our Carole,
I think things aren’t so fine.”
“Her new boyfriend is too old for her,
She cannot understand or see,
That the world is her oyster now,
And there’s more than one fish in the sea.”
“Oh, dear, if you were only here,
It would help so much,
A daughter needs a father,
Sometimes a mother’s not enough.”
“Your mom called the other day,
And asked us all for Sunday brunch,
I plan to go.” “The kids won’t, though,
They told me so up-front.”
“After a certain age, you know,
Some family things become a chore,
George Junior’s reached that age now,
Hard to persuade him anymore.”
She dropped her pen; the words rushed out,
“Oh, honey, it’s so tough … so hard,
If you were here, he’d want to go,
You’d play ball with him out in the yard.”
“Your mother doesn’t look too well,
I think she needs us more,
She began to age the day you left,
The day you went to war.”
“Well, it’s late, dear, I must go,
I guess that’s all that’s new,
Take care – stay safe – write when you can,
The kids and I love you.”
She felt a tear upon her cheek,
As she laid down her pen,
“I cannot say how much I miss you,”
Between the lines was written then.
“I ache to have you hold me,
I long for just your touch,
The pain I feel is very real,
I am missing you so much.”
She picked up her pen again,
“Enclosed please find some snaps,
Silly shots of the kids and me,
I hope they’ll bring some laughs.”
You lift my spirit to the wind, each time you touch my soul
Deep inside a yearning to finally become whole
Each touch is like a teardrop, sliding down my cheek
A comforting reminder of your love so very sweet
Take me to forever, hold me in your dreams
Kiss my warm, soft lips and listen to me breathe
Touch my neck with softness, hold me close at night
Cover me with your body, in the soft moonlight
My eyes can see your yearning, I feel all your desire
You know that I am yours to take, inside I feel a fire
Your passion holds me in its grip, your love surrounds my soul
Take me to forever, you know my love is yours
I am who I am
I have earned the right
To be just that
My life experiences have molded me
And created all that I am
My thoughts, opinions and feelings
Are valid and I owe no defence of them
I do not need to hide in the shadow
Of someone else
Just to have some validation
Being validated does not depend
On another’s view of me …
But on my own
I am strong…
I can withstand
And I am not sorry for this
It is my heart that decides
Who and how we love
When I can forgive
And when I can forget
I am worthy of my life
And living it as myself
I would like to share myself
With you … if you can accept
Me as I am
And if not
I offer no apologies
You must learn that you cannot be loved by all people.
You can be the finest apple in the world,
Ripe, juicy, sweet, succulent, and offer yourself to all,
But you must remember that there are people who do not like apples.
You must understand that if you are the finest apple,
And someone you love does not like apples,
You have the choice of becoming a banana.
But you must be warned, that if you choose to become a banana,
You will be a second rate banana,
But you can always be the finest apple.
You must also realise that if you choose
To be a second rate banana,
There will always be people who don’t like bananas.
Furthermore, you can spend your life trying
To become the best banana,
Which is impossible if you are an apple.
Or you can seek again and be the finest apple.
“With this ring I thee wed”
So many times I’ve heard this said
I often think of what to say
On this very special day
The bands of gold they say it all
Circumference of your world so small
When on the finger you are blest
With circle of all in life that’s best
On each hand you share the band
That in your heart will have command
For love is there for all to see
That spark of gold shines endlessly
You now belong to one another
This circle clings like no other
Hearts are joined in endless time
Rings you share with hearts entwined.
Today, upon a bus,
I saw a girl with golden hair.
and wished I was as fair.
When suddenly she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and wore a crutch.
But as she passed, she gave a smile.
Forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 legs, the world is mine.
I stopped to buy some candy.
The lad who sold it had such charm.
I talked with him, he seemed so glad.
If I were late, it’d do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me,
“I thank you, you’ve been so kind.
It’s nice to talk with folks like you.
You see,” he said, “I’m blind.”
Forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 eyes, the world is mine.
Later while walking down the street,
I saw a child with eyes of blue.
He stood and watched the others play.
He did not know what to do.
I stopped a moment and then I said,
“Why don’t you join the others, dear?”
He looked ahead without a word.
And then I knew, he couldn’t hear.
Forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 ears, the world is mine.
With feet to take me where I’d go.
With eyes to see the sunset’s glow.
With ears to hear what I’d know.
Forgive me when I whine.
I am fortunate indeed, the world is mine.
There are times I feel bound
The walls are closing in
As the outside world
Threatens my sanity
Allowing myself to become prisoner
To others expectations and needs
The rope getting tighter
I – struggling to breathe
As the word, “No” becomes foreign to my lips
And the word, “Yes” tastes of resentment
My dreams slowly slipping away
Bound so tight I can’t even attempt to grasp them
Too busy living other peoples dreams
To allow time for my own
Mourning the loss of my companion-night
And the sanctuary of a solitude-I no longer own
I often pause and wonder
Why I become a willing captive
When I know it is only I
Who can release these ropes that bind me
Blue the sky of heaven
Sun comes shining through
Birds in trees are singing
Springtime now into view
Flowers of such beauty
Welcome each new sun
Pretty are the Violets
When season has begun
Heart is tripping lightly
Across the bluest field
Love is interceding
As Violets start to yield
Dainty and so perfect
Clustered with such flair
Heaven’s sweetest flower
For all our eyes to share
Light the day upon us
Blue is all we see
What an inspiration
Sweet Violets are to me
Bouquet of softest beauty
They take my breath away
Crystal dew upon them
A picture perfect day.
When you’re tired and worn at the close of day
And things just don’t seem to be going your way,
When even your patience has come to an end,
Try taking time out and confide in a friend.
Perhaps he, too, may have walked the same road
With a much troubled heart and burdensome load,
To find peace and comfort somewhere near the end,
When he stopped long enough to confide in a friend.
For then are most welcome a few words of cheer,
For someone who willingly lends you an ear,
No troubles exist that God cannot mend,
But to get quick relief, just confide in a friend.
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