James Stewart, Jr. Phoenix, Arizona

My poetic endeavors grew from the love for my children and the hurt of having them taken illegally from my life. I enjoy church on Sunday, helping others, collecting crystals, camping and the forests. Being disabled since 1986, I prefer keeping "The Edge" on my side. I've had poems published in local papers and by The National Library of Poetry. Now I am working on a manuscript which will be dedicated to my children, family and friends." My poetry writing can take weight off my shoulders, add joy to my heart and gives me memories that last forever."

Lost Love I have two children, I cannot see, though my love is strong, as love can be. Since a divorce, two went two ways, one hides the children, to this very day. No letter, no phone call, nor touch of their hand, no picture, no hug or love shared with this man. The children loved me, the last I took them home, before mom moved again, to leave dad alone. Their mom moved, then remarried too. I am their father, usually alone and blue. I wait for my children, in hopes that one day, their love will return and come looking my way. J.G.S. III are the initials of my only son, for he is now eight, and a lovable one. Then there is my daughter Jennifer Renee, she's five and for her my love grows each day. If these two could return, change my one into three, times could be tough, but I'd still be happy.

Untitled I know some young ladies, who are sweet and kind. I hope forever they will be friends of mine. And if they are troubled, may they confide in me. Secrets can be kept, for my ears, don't speak. If an embrace or hug, is there request, I wouldn't say no, for I do that best. For these few ladies I will always care, cause my time, is there time and our time we share. They're very beautiful, through the eyes on my head, and I believe, I'll believe that, until I am dead. For beauty is not only as deep as your skin. It starts with your heart and that's deep within.

Untitled I must think of good times in memories past I know they're there, but they go so fast My son Jimmy was turning 5 that year a little stout, but a loveable dear He'd play rough, as little boys do but his love was warm, sweet, kind and true He was smart for a boy going on five there was more on his mind than just mama's jive Jennifer Renee, my precious little girl if Love were a blanket, her's could cover the world a sweet two and half, and liked me to hold her I'd hold and we'd hug, than her head's on my shoulder We'd go sit, in a rocking chair for my lap, to her brother, she would share Then the three of us would rock, and rock away until the two of them, had met the end of their day Lay them in bed, and tuck them in tight softly said I love you, then kissed them good night I truly love these children, where ever they may be deep inside there little hearts, I hope they still love me.

All poems Copyright © 1996 James Stewart, Jr.. All rights reserved.