Daddy's Little Big Man
I looked into his room but I don't see him.
I asked myself where has my little big man gone.
Though he came into this life two months early,
His fight for life through strife was not alone.
His mom and I were very happy.
My love for her grew stronger each passing day.
He was fourteen months old when we parted,
Her love for me, by now, had faded away.
I called him daddy's little big man.
Because he started life so small.
He made my life worth living,
But now he's gone, and that's all.
When he was twenty months old I received a phone call,
I rushed home to hear the sad, sad news.
Though he had so much in life to live for,
But now he's gone and that's all.
I called him daddy's little big man,
Because he started life so small.
He made my life worth living,
But now he's gone and that's all.
And now, he's gone, and that's all.
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Cold Gray Dawn
Cold is the heart embittered by a lifetime of pain.
Over four decades of scars, that will forever remain.
Locked up in a dark box, in the depths of my tormented soul.
Damned to a life of loneliness that can never be called whole
Gray and cold is the heart that has seen it's loved ones placed in the
grave.
Riches and power not even glory of fame, could any of them save!
All breathed their last breath, and passed off this earthly scene.
Yet, my heart cries out in pain, never again to be serene.
Dawn is cold and gray in a heart that has no more room for hope.
As life's bitter end comes, and to life's last breath I hopelessly grope.
When that time finally comes what final words shall I spawn?
Never again shall ever witness another meaningless cold gray dawn.
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Winter In Cape Cod
Wendy stood on the catwalk of Highland Light.
Intense was her stare into the approaching night.
Now through eyelids closed to a narrow slit,
The horizon was scanned to find Harold's ship.
Enveloped in her warm wrap, to stave off the cold.
Reaching deep inside herself Wendy sighed, even moaned.
In seconds her eye focused on the lightkeeper's moored boat,
Nestled between the rough waves, just barely afloat.
Cautiously her mind wandered to recall Harold's touch.
Ah! she now thought, if only I had not loved him so much
Perchance it would not have hurt that he sailed away.
Edging the ship out of this beautiful Cape Cod Bay.
Could it be so that Harold will never come back?
Out of her pained heart came the sad plan of attack.
Diving headlong into the last rays of the gray twilight,
Wendy ended her pain, by mournfully ending her life.
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