Poetry Post: Grandpa

You held my hand when I was a child,

you could always make me smile

and when you’re gone

I don’t know how I’ll move on.

Your voice resonates inside my heart.

You were with me from the start

With stories to tell of a life lived well.

Some days only you could break my shell

I wish I could tell you what I mean

and everything you’ve done for me.

Hopeless I came to you, fatherless,

you saw the good in the oppressed.

A greater man I’ll never know,

not Kings or learned men, just a John Doe

who saw the light in daily life,

who changed my world amid the lies.

One day when I have a son,

I’ll tell him of the very one

who’s name he carries with pride,

of that beloved man who lives inside.

2011 (c) Evelyn E. Gaerke

First Poetry Post! "A Friend"

I can't help wondering where you've been,
how you deal with these thoughts within.
Happiness so many take for granted
leaves us cold and disenchanted.

Alone for so long and drowning in silence,
I've looked for answers and found no guidance.
All the sunshine in the world
cannot appease a wounded soul.

Cast aside the past and indifferences,
we'll learn to heal and breach the distances.
You don't have to feel alone.
Pack your bags and come on home.

Life has been cruel until now,
tearing us apart, but I vow
to never lose sight of what truly matters
and take each day, chapter by chapter.

Though I may feel hopeless sometimes,
I know you'll never leave my side.
So, I'll dry my tears and try to mend,
remembering there's nothing better than a friend.

2011 (c) Evelyn E. Gaerke