Days Of Long Ago

If I could but return to those days of long ago
When we frist started our life together
The many thing we learned about each other
The fun we found as traved down the road of life
The love that we shared
The joy we found along the way
I dreaded the day I find myself in today
I'm glad you went first
Only because I know you would feel the pain I do
And I would not be there to care for and comfort you
We shared many happy years together
They will always be a treasure in my heart
Fifty five years brought great happiness
I wish we could have had fifty five more
Our sons, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren
Try to comfort me
But thier love and comfort
Can not replace that, which we shared together
Some say we will see each other again
If I could only believe that
I only ask, show me the proof
Until then my heart will continue to ache
My tears will continue to flow
For the one I have loved for those many long years

Me And You

You once told me my darling
That you could remember
When I could not keep my hands off of you
And you loved every minute of it

I too can remember those days
And I too loved every touch
Every kiss and the feel of your body
Lying next to me over those many years

Over those many years we shared our love
I can never remember a time
When I reached out for you
Or you reached out for me

That you or I ever said
I'm too tired or didn't feel like love making
Some have talked about a perfect love
If there ever was one
We shared it

I have tried to share these memories
With our children
Grandchildren and Great-grandchildren
In the lines of my poetry
Of course some are to preacious to share

It would be like taking a precious stone
And shattering it into may pieces
Best they be buried in our hearts
And into the earth to which we return
For they are precious only to lovers like you and I


Gardner Carson

My Darling Janiree {To the tune of my darling Nelly Gray)

Near a beautiful mountain stream up in the high Sierra Mountains
I whiled away many happy hours
Just a strolling and a singing
To my darling Janiree

When the moon had climbed the mountains and the stars were shinning bright
I would take my darling Janiree and stroll along the cold mountain streams
While my harmonica so softly I would play

One night went to see her but she was gone the doctors say
They said God has taken her to heaven
For a life we all are craven
Oh my darling death has taken you far away
While here on the old earth my broken heart must stay

Now my eyes are getting dimmer and my heart is getting weaker
Hark! Death is knocking at my door
I hear voices calling and I see my Darling Janiree

So farwell to this old earth
Hello my darling Janiree, up in heaven so some say
Where death will never take you from me and we will once again run and play

If it's true I'm a coming I'm a coming
As the angels clear the way
I will always be with you
My Darling Janiree


gardner
8-12-2011

Last Rose

The last rose I gave you still sets there in the vase
The rose and leaves are dry and brittle

I still remember the day I gave it to you
And what you had to say

I loved to bring you flowers
And see the joy they brought

I know you have them in books
scattered through out the house

Some day I will find them
And put them all together

For as long as I have them
I Will have a part of you


Gardner

8-6-2011

Life Without You

I feel the warmth of your loving touch from the sun
I hear your sweet voice in the whispering of the wind
I see the picture of your face in the clouds
The rain drops are like the tears trickling down my checks

I Wonder, "Is this all there is?"

Do we come into this world by chance
Or is there realy predestination?
Will I see you again some day?
Will I ever again feel the touch of your sweet lips on mine?

While I want to believe the words of well meaning friends
I ask, "Where is the Proof?
What evidence dear friend do you have to share?
That would cause me to believe

I loved you so much over these many yeaars
And that love is ten thousand times stronger
Than it was fifty five years ago
When I said,"I Do"

Now you are gone
The darkness surrounds me
The days before me
Are like a forest with no path to guide me

I wander from day to day
With little care of what the future holds
Of what value is it that I live
For with out you there can be no joy
No I will not take my own life

But I care not if it is taken from me
As there is no persuit that is of importance
For in this world without you
I see nought but pain and loneliness



GWC

With out you

With Out You


What am I to do without you
No one to hug
No one to kiss
No one to say I love you too

I dread the nights
Pray for daylight
Yet when it comes
There is no relief in sight

I can remember when we first met
And the day our wedding day was set
When you said,"I do " and I did too
Even now I can't believe it was true

I remember when our first son was born
And all the pain that you went through
Your only thought was
How long do we have to wait for number two

We so wanted to have a lttle girl
But the two boys became the center of our world
I can see them nursing at your breast
As a mother you were the very best

No mater when we reached for each other
From late at night or early morn
We were always there
For one another

Now I find my self all alone
An empty bed
An empty heart
How long can I stand being apart

With no one to hold
No one to hug
No one to kiss
No one to say I love you too

Gardner
5/23/2011

The Pain Of A Broken Heart

                            A Broken Heart

There are no pills to ease the pain of a broken heart
That by death has been ripped apart

There is no thread to mend the wound
No magic spell has been found

There are no words to dry my tears
Though with love those words you share

The words of wisdom, or scripture you qoute
I do lovingly take note

They though can not heel
When her loving touch I can not feel

Some say time heels all things
I wonder, have they felt the pain that death brings

We may hide it in the deepest coner of our heart
But it will never depart

For there are no pills
To end the pain of a broken heart

Gardner

5-23-2011

How I Missed You

I heard a song on the radio
IF YOU COULD SEE WHERE I AM YOU WOULDN'T CRY
I thought
If you could see how much I missed you
You would know that just isn't true

If I could see you
I know you would be crying too
We spent fifty five long happy years together
Never once did we think of parting

I have heard time and again
Well meaning people say
"She is in a better place
Did anyone ask her if she wanted to be there
With out me?

If she was still here
You could have offered either of us
A mansion with silver and gold
And life everlasting

We would have refused to go with out each other
If there is a so called GOD OF LOVE
I hope he is happy with the pain he has caused
For both of us

poems for my mother

         DON'T BE LATE FOR SUPPER


"Ya'll don't be late for Supper"

With a day leisure and Mother's words
Ringing in my ears I'm off
As if I could possibly be
Late for supper

The five pancakes and sausage I had for bgreafast
The biscuit and jelly in my pocket ain't about to make me
Late for supper

Might stop by the Gartman's Orchard snd swipe a peach
The Romine's should have cantaloupes getting ripe
Might help some but not enough make me
Late for supper

Heard the Howard's planted a watermelon patch over close to the school house
If I went over to see Widow White"s
She would probally give me a cookie and a glass of milk
But ain't about to be
Late for supper

Years later when I was married she would say
"If you're coming by this evening don't be
Late for supper"

When I finis this life and I see Mamma in heaven
First thing I'm going to say
Told you I wasn't about to be
Late for Supper

Gardner

Poems for my mother

         MOTHER'S DREAMS

On legs made weak with age, she slowly totters back to her favorite rocking chair
With a sigh she leans back and begins her gentle rocking
The cup of coffee she made already forgotten
Soon she is lost in another time and place
A little girl chasing butterflies acarross the meadow
Pictures of her and her first Beau gliding across the dance floor
Her work callused hands, now made soft with age, stroke the arm of the chair
The way she did my brow when fever made me fuss
There are so many happy memories to visit, that love over the years has made
Then I see a tear trickle dow her cheek
And I know there sere some sad times there too
Her love does not let her dreams linger there
A smile returns, and she begins to rock a little faster
It fills my heart with joy to have shared those happy times
Still it hurts to think I might have caused that tear
I need not have feared as I know her love would not hve let it linger there
So I lie back in my chair and join her in her dreams
As I awakaen from my dreams
Her chair has stilled and her eyes are closed in sleep
As I look a little close, I see it is a sleep from which she will not awake
Then as the tears start to trickle down my cheeks
I feel a hnd brush back my hair and a kiss upon my brow
Once again her love has come the kiss the hurt away


gardner

Poems I wrote in memory of my Mother

      BORN TO BE A MOTHER



Beside a campfire on the West Texas Plains
She came into this world
Not knowing that this
Was only the first of the hardships
That would begin preparing her
For life as the Mother she was born to be

The sun and wind made her strong
The hardships taught her to care
The family taught her to love
From her father she learned toughness
From her mother she learned gentleness
Times were hard , so she learned to be fugal
From the trail she learned what it was to be cold
To be hungry, thirsty, to live off the land

From the few dances she went to
She learned how to laugh and enjoy life
From the lack of education
She learned the importance of it
With no doctors, or hospitals
She learned how to take care of herseld and her family

While still a young girl of eighteen
She was ready to be a Mother
It was then she met the man
She wanted to be the father of her children
With love, his help and hard work
She raised her family of eight
Never complaining of the work or the time
She gave to those she bore

Because of her education in the school of live
I never knew what hunger was
Except for an hour before the three meals
She cooked every day
Often standing over a wood stove
During the hottest days of summer
Though the meal was not fancy
There was always plenty
Today I would trade half a life time
For one of her hot biscuits

I was cold only until I could crawl under the quilts
That she spent long hours sewing
Long after every one else was asleep
Or stood close to the fire
Made with the wood she helped to cut
Though my clothes may haavae had many patches
They were clean even if she had  to
Scrub them on a rub board
On a cold winte day

I knew what it was like to have a soft hand
And a cool towel on my brow when I was sick
With a firm hand when needed
She taught me how to stand on my on two feet
To make my own way in the world
From her I learned what it was like to be loved
And to give love in return

Lastly! Although I'm sure she never intended to
She tought me about sorrow
For I have never felt such sorrow
That I felt when she left this life
After living ninty three years
As the mother she was born to be


Gardner

poems I wrote for my mother

         Mother's Bread

How I wish I could make bread
Like the kind my mother made
Big biscuits, light and fluffy
Cornbread, brown and curnchy
Big loaves from the oven came
All looking exactly the same
Today I have all this fancy stuff
Still this is not enough
My biscuits are quite hard
My cornbread very soggy
All my loaves come out well charred
From this I'm sure you can glisten
That to my mother I did not listen