I wrote this poem around this time of the year right after 9/11. It is just as true this year as it was then. As usual I will make no excuses for what it says and I wont apologise if someone finds it offensive
All I will say is that I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas
Its that time of year
It’s the time of year When love overflows And all the little children’s Faces are aglow
It’s the time of year When we salute our god And thank him for he Has the hardest job
It’s the time of year When kids can’t sleep But we can’t forget Those who have to weep
For even though It’s a joyous time We still have hero’s Who are putting it on the line
We celebrate Jesus’s birth By giving gifts to the ones we love But this year we should give thanks To the ones who went above
They didn't ask to be there They didn't deserve to die And now on this Christmas a lot of families Are asking why
It’s the time of year When parents watch their children with glee But we have to remember that all families Are not that lucky
A parent awakes Without a spouse And softly cries as they move Through an empty house
But their tears They can’t show When the kids awake Away the tears must go
A child is going to ask Its inevitable you see Why cant mom or dad Be here with me
What did they do To deserve to die They didn't even know them people So why did death come from the sky
They had so many plans Hopes and dreams to But now their gone So what are they to do
They have to live Life goes on And it would be a dishonor to them If their dreams were gone
To give up Is what they want us to do But we are bigger than that We will live our life and honor them to
Everyone says we Have to move on And put it in the past Cause its over done and gone
That is bull As anyone knows It will always live in the hearts of the Ones who lost and suffered so
There are so many hero’s That came to be But they have always been there We were just to blind to see
They are firemen Policemen and EMT’s But don’t forget the countless numbers Of good Samaritans who are hero’s to you see
Its that time of the year When everything is aglow But take time to say a prayer For those still trapped below
So as you open your gifts And enjoy the day Take time to remember those Whose Christmas has to be a different way
Remember the children Whose parents are gone And the spouse’s who has to live And celebrate all alone
Its that time of the year This year more than most To think the lord above For the father, son and Holy Ghost
To thank him and Understand it to you see It’s not a religion that killed them Those bastards don’t have religion like you and me
They say their god Says this should be But my god would never do something So stupid and cruel you see
So say a prayer For all involved in this tragedy Then enjoy your day cause I am sure The victims would have wanted it that way
Its that time of the year When peace should be free But this year a lot of innocent people died To make that possible for you and me
We can’t allow the deaths To be in vain It brought our country together But that’s a helluva price to pay for what we gain
So say a prayer To the lord above To watch out for all the people Who needs his love
Its that time of year Hold your family tight And before you go to sleep In remembrance leave on one light
Later
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Theres this little girl who use to live down the road from us named Donna. She is a good freind of my niece, maybe 10 or 12 years old. well about 2 months ago she lost her mother to cancer and of course it like to have destroyed her and now just when she is dealing with her mothers death a little better, we get a phone call saying her father was beat up and stabbed last night and now he is in critical condition and not expected to live. Life can be so damn cruel.
dont get me wrong I like her father but what happened didnt surprise me for 2 reasons,1 he puts himself in situations where things like that can happen, he drinks bad and has been in a lot of trouble, but nobody can ever say he didnt love his wife and daughter, he worshipped them, which brings up reason 2 I honestly believe he put himself into a situation where something could happen, so something would happen, just so he could join his wife, he loves her that much.
Once again I find myself trying to look out for another child, and nope I aint complaining. I hate that stuff like this happens but there is a reason for everything. The problem is that she is an only child and there isnt a thing I can do to stop her from being hurt so bad. That really aggravates the hell out of me, I am suppose to be able to do something for her and somehow someway I will ...
your probable wondering why i have to. It's simple, she needs someone, and the only other reason I can give as to why I have to help is ....
She calls me "Uncle Timmy".
Later
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