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