Make it easier on me
At least take the pain away
All I have is a memory
And I fear it's here to stay

I remember you lying there
Your favorite floral dress cut up the middle leaving your chest bare
I knew they needed an opening to use the chest paddles and yell, "Clear!"

But I couldn't help thinking How could they dare?!
Leave her lying there,
In the open air,
Wearing nothing but her underwear?!

And her eyes were open...
Blink... ... BLINK!
Just tell me you're joking
I'll forgive you, I promise! I won't sit around moping
I'm wishing, begging, praying, hoping...

This is all your fault! Why couldn't you just stay?!
I was just sixteen, It was mean to leave that way
Especially when I had so much I never got to say...

Like "I'm sorry I stuck my fingers in your homemade Thanksgiving pie"
And "I'm sorry that I broke your T.V. and told you a lie"
"I'm sorry I faked sick just to stay out of school"
"I'm sorry I said '****' in front of you once because I thought it was cool"

"... ... ... I'm sorry I didn't sing at your funeral when it was all you really requested...
But afraid it wouldn't be perfected,
Your one request rejected,
I choked.
And by my own cowardice, I was bested"

So many memories and regrets swirling in my head...

"I Love You Mommy..."
That's what I should have said...

I look into vulnerable eyes.
I see someone who wants to be loved.
Someone who wants to be accepted.
His heart is swollen shut from all his love that was tossed away.
His mouth opens wide, and yet he has nothing left to say.
A caring songbird merely singing to the wind,
Please sing to me, please let your song begin.
Open up your heart to me, do not be afraid.
Show me all this love you have that someone threw away.
I promise once I hold your hand that I will not let go.
Just wait and see,
In time,
I will prove it so.

I've read a lot of broken words
Wounded beyond repair
Sadness wrapped in tears and ink
And stories of despair

Poets are truly a special breed
They write the things they hide
Showing strangers they've never met
The pain that lives inside

Hiding their souls from those they love
Choosing paper to be their friend
Telling their secrets to a special kind
In places their hearts can mend

Hoping that someone can understand
The meaning of their grief
Where an unseen friend will extend a hand
And offer a little relief

Poets are truly a special breed
Through words that's never spoken
Though some are sure of who they are
Most are simply broken

I've read a lot of broken words
Wounded beyond repair
Sadness wrapped in tears and ink
And stories of despair

Poets are truly a special breed
They write the things they hide
Showing strangers they've never met
The pain that lives inside

Hiding their souls from those they love
Choosing paper to be their friend
Telling their secrets to a special kind
In places their hearts can mend

Hoping that someone can understand
The meaning of their grief
Where an unseen friend will extend a hand
And offer a little relief

Poets are truly a special breed
Through words that's never spoken
Though some are sure of who they are
Most are simply broken

"Daddy look at all the sandcastles"
"Aren't they all so grand?"
"Who could have known a king and his throne,
Could simply be made out of sand"

"Look at the beautiful towers"
"I wonder if a princess lives there"
"I'll bet she is kind, they're so hard to find,
With beautiful long flowing hair"

My daughter loved to go to the beach
She loved the sandcastles the best
But she didn't know her heart was too slow
And soon they would open her chest

It's funny sometimes how time can fly
It only seems like yesterday
There was a major complication with her operation
And my daughter has passed away

I still go to the beach from time to time
To see the sandcastles on display
I still close my eyes and part of me dies
Each time I hear her say

"Daddy look at all the sandcastles"
"Aren't they all so grand?"
"Who could have known a king and his throne,
Could simply be made out of sand"