THE INNER SOUL
To each of us is given a father and mother,
So many men look for a wife who is their mom in another.
Many fathers are there to give love and stand behind,
While others could care less and puts their child out of their mind.
Most mothers however are always by your side,
To love you, to help you and through your childhood guide.
No matter your age, her baby you'll be,
Cause she carried and nutured you through your life, you see.
As we grow older, we start to pull away,
And feel that our mothers we don't need each day,
But no matter the path we follow through the years,
Our mother remains there and understands our fears.
While growing up, the discipline she may give,
But then lets you slip away with a wink and a grin.
She knows what you're up to and overlooks many things,
Cause she knows that in your way you're trying to adulthood bring.
As you leave home and follow your own path,
She sits with her memories of you and this gives her a laugh,
She waits by the phone, praying for a call from her son,
And when she gets it, it makes it worthwhile, all she has done.
A bouquet of flowers seems such a simple measure,
But to a mother, those flowers bring her such pleasure.
A card sent with love that says "I'm thinking of you".
Just proves in her heart that this is why she has such love for you.
So take a moment from your busy day,
And take the time to your loving mother say,
No man could have such a mother and to have you I'm so glad,
And realize this loving woman was the one who made you a man.
A friend is a wonderful person to be,
And this is about what it means to me.
Not what it's meant for others to see
But how I, to others, can a friend be.
I don't want to hurt or inflict any pain,
That's heartless and cruel and gives me no gain.
I want them to feel they're the best they can be,
A fantastic person for the whole world to see.
I want to be there, in good times and bad,
My friendship to them is no passing fad.
And if they should need me, they know that I'll come,
No matter what happens, or what they have done.
I don't want or expect anything in return,
Why is this so hard for others to learn?
I enjoy the things I can do or just say,
That helps them smile and makes their day.
As a friend I am honest and loyal and true,
As a friend I am always willing to do.
A new friendhip, I know, I am slow to start,
But as a friend, my feelings come straight from the heart.
A rose petal touched
with the early morning dew,
Reminds me of so many friends
in my life I did know.
As the sun beams down on the rose
it's like watching as the friendship grows,
Though the rose eventually fades and dies away
nurtured friendships in your life will always stay.
As winter slips away and
springs starts to bloom,
So shall the lovely days of
the friendship that's lost their gloom.
When spring turns into summer
with petals opening wide,
The friendship seems closer
as you stand side by side.
The heat of the sun
slowly turns to cooler days,
And though you know in your heart
that the friendship will stay.
Once again the rose petals
may wither and drop,
But those special friendships,
you have will never stop.
Memories of childhood, with her by my side,
Knowing by her rules, I would have to abide.
She taught by example, and showered her love,
And taught us to always follow God up above.
Huge gardens she planted and reaped what she sowed.
The clothes that she made us, we proudly have showed.
The house she kept tidy and clean as a pen,
We never would worry when Dad brought home some men.
The business she handled and kept right on track,
Success couldn't have happened without her, that's a fact.
The pride that she showed with everything that she did,
Made us proud as punch to be known as her kid.
Always doing for others and helping them out,
Showing her love and removing any doubt
That God always came first and this her life did show,
Made this woman who I was so proud to know.
The cancer that got her, she fought off so long,
Though doctors said she'd die quickly, she said, "You're wrong."
A friend and a mother, a lady and wife,
Has made me so proud to have shared her life.
Nobody hears the cries for help in the night,
Her head buried deep in the pillow so tight.
If people only knew the things he has done,
They'd never understand why she couldn't just run.
The slaps and the kicks, were just one type of pain
The cruel words and insults over and over again.
Rape at knife point, or a gun to my head,
So many times I wondered if I'd be dead.
Nobody knows unless you've been there before,
Nobody knows how you keep taking more.
The physical scars will fade with time,
But the hurtful words, remain in your mind.
The insults and all of the cruel jeers
Become part of you, over the years.
You start to believe you're this horrible one,
And feel there's no reason to get up and run.
But finally, one day, you wake up and say,
I can't take anymore, I'm going away.
I've worked and I've strived to be all I can be,
And want to be loved for just being me.
The abuse of the body fades away day by day,
But the mental abuse forever will stay.
And always there is that shell where I go,
Where no one else can come, I know.
When somene says something cruel to me,
I hide in there so no one else can see,
The old wounds ripped open and starting to bleed,
Love and acceptance from others I desperately need.
It doesn't take much to knock me back down,
I feel like they've stomped my heart in the ground.
I always try to be honest and kind,
In hopes that one day, I'll be lucky to find,
Someone who accepts me and loves me for me,
But deep in my heart I know that won't be.
At least though for me, I'll give others a part,
And know that my feelings come straight from the heart.
No regrets will I have how I treat friends of mine,
Cause when you know pain, you'll treat them just fine.
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