Ardella Rae Campbell

Akron, OH, USA

My Child Of Life

In the tragic moments of my hurt, I chose to dwell
within the fantasy of my enchanted world, and as I walked
within the enchantment of time, I could see the softness
of marshmallow clouds, I spoke to the enormous shadow
of an eagle that seemed to hover over my very being,
and I ask why I cannot have one moment of time
with my child of life, whose life presence is now forever gone.
As shocking as it seems to me, I must return to the world
of reality, for I must fill the vulgarness snake-pit
that I have dug, but only with my hopes and dreams,
and starve away my self-pity, my bread of life,
but feast up on the beautiful lull of the birds,
and to drench my self-pity in the sweet fragrance of nature.
And in time the lake that I froze over my heart will thaw
and flow, with the sweet taste of nectar and wine, for I now know
that Jerry and I are inalienable, and he forever will live
within my heart, for he is my son, and my child of life.

Jerry With The Laughing Eyes

Life is not the same without him, but I have to go on anyway,
and when I look toward heaven, I believe what I am seeing will be.
I see rainbows up above, moonbeams filled with love,
The sky so full of doves, and Jerry with the laughing eyes.
I see sunshine and stars, moonlight and Mars,
Diamonds in the sky, and Jerry with the laughing eyes.
I see fields so full of wheat, snow all white and sleek,
Flowers all in bloom, and Jerry with the laughing eyes.
I see night time turn to day, a path to the milky way,
Angels that guide the light, and Jerry with the laughing eyes.
I see love and amazing grace, and only the human race,
Trees and a waterfall, and Jerry with the laughing eyes.
I see mended hearts so pure, and happiness for sure,
Fireworks the Fourth of July, and Jerry with the laughing eyes.
I see football and baseball too, Babe Ruth up at bat,
a homerun hit for you, and Jerry with the laughing eyes.
I see Christmas trees so tall, stockings hanging from the wall,
Thanksgiving and birthdays too, and Jerry with the laughing eyes.
I see God with outstretched arms, wonder and not harm,
Santa Claus and Easter bunny too, and Jerry with the laughing eyes.

My Rose Garden

Three little rose bud's that grew from a stem of thorns,
thriving from the earth of sweetness, the summer breeze
that tipped each bud into a curtsy, to the warmth of the sun,
as the gentle raindrops softly kissed each bud, so like a mother's love.
All blossomed into a beauty of it's own, as trailed away two,
from the vine, to sweet success. As the last of the beautiful roses
trailed away, how so very hard it tried, but sweet success was adamant.
Its vine could no longer withstand the elements of the world.
Neither the gentleness of the rain, the summer breeze, or
the wrapping arms of the sun could strengthen, for God needed
in His garden, the most perfect rose, Eden. Paradise.