        Dedicated Poems, Songs and Writings
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Dedicated Poems, Songs and Writings
6 years
Why can’t I hear Your voice anymore? Echoes in my mind… Like waves on the shore
How is it possible Six years have gone by? How have we lived How have we survived?
One day at a time Is all I can think No choice given No time to blink
We move on forward But it will never be fair Your life cut so short We’re so much aware
Living life without you Will never be right Our laughter and smiles Never quite as bright
A part of us went with you That cold November day And part of you stayed Deep in our hearts tucked away
I think of you Every single day Your smile, your laughter Your charming way
You are missed so much All the days of the year But fall is especially tough For us left down here
The depth of our loss Can never be measured But your brief life Will always be treasured
I can see you smile About my rhymes Yours so much better I miss them all the time
My nephew The wanna be rappa Mr gangsta in suburbia Mr cool, mista dappa
We long to feel you Nearby us you see Especially on this 6yr anniversary
luv you Chris – Karen, November 12, 2009
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Autumn is Here!
Autumn is here; you can smell it in the air. The leaves are just beginning to turn. Days are shorter and weather’s colder. For beloved Chris, we continue to yearn!
This had been a year of major events. On the national scene we have a new president. Grandma Jan and Gramps celebrated 50 wedded years; Wondering just where all those years went!
Donnie turned 90 and a party was held. Chris’ dad Brian and Ruth are now married. Kyle and his family left Boston town; To Charleston, SC their possessions they carried.
Next week Chris’ step-sister will marry Mike For those in our family it will be bittersweet Because we know we will never see Our Chris with a bride, oh so sweet!
Autumn is here; we must be reconciled. Many things change, just like the seasons. We wonder sometimes about life’s events; For Chris’ death, there still seems no reason!
Grandma Jan, September, 2009
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Witness History
Today was an historic occasion; We welcomed a new president. There were millions to watch, Not one of them a dissident! Washington was overflowing With the throngs all there to see Barack Obama become President The inauguration, the place to be! An African-American in that post; He’s the first one of that color; We hope his administration Is successful; like no other! Our country is at a low point; There is much that needs a fix! Our perception from abroad, Add our economy to the mix! As I watched this event On the TV all day I wanted you here To learn what Obama did say. It was so historic, And that’s what you loved, So I hope you were watching From heaven high above. I cried as the day did unfold, Watching brought tears to my eyes. But also sad ’cause you weren’t here Why, oh why did you have to die? You’d have relished this day indeed; So many people now have hope That Obama will be able to mend A nation that’s currently broke! My most fervent wish is that You could have been here to see The inauguration of Obama Make real history! Grandma Jan, January 20, 2009 x |
5 Years:
What does it feel like? |
Writing:
The Beauty of the Monarch Butterfly
While sitting in the hot tub one humid, summer night
We watched many winged creatures overhead in flight.
One was so large, we thought it was a bat,
But it landed on a window screen and we knew it wasn’t that!
A huge moth, thought we, but we were proven wrong;
It’s wings keep opening and shutting; it stayed so very long.
It’s radiant colors showed us it was a monarch butterfly!
For ages it never left the spot and just remained nearby.
How often do you see a monarch in the dark of night;
Especially one that flicks its wings and doesn’t soon take flight?
We think it bore the soul of our Christopher so dear
And hung around to let us know that he is still quite near.
But this not the only time a monarch behaved this way;
One followed Amy all about at work, outdoors, one day!
As she walked the steps to go inside the butterfly hesitated,
Then it perched itself upon her and happiness resonated!
She recognized the symbolism and felt her Lovey near;
She spoke softly to the monarch while shedding a slight tear.
‘Twas a tear of sadness and longing, but also of delight,
For then, and only then, did the butterfly take flight!
The monarch’s mission was accomplished as we recognized
That what we see before us is not seen only by our eyes!!
We’re certain that Chris’ spirit was in a monarch butterfly;
We must observe to discover other times he is nearby!
Written by Grandma Jan, August 3, 2008 |
Poem:
Today Why am I so sad today? Aunt Karen |
Happy 21st Birthday:
Happy Birthday my dearest Christopher I held you in my arms I never knew that I could love someone That gift I’ll always cherish 21 years is such a milestone But the other dreams are gone Please understand why I’m sad You see my heart is hurt today Everyone misses you terribly It will shine brightly throughout the night December 1st will always be Happy Birthday my dearest son
Dec. 1, 2007 |
Happy 21st Birthday:
Twenty-one
Years Twenty-one years ago today Your dad rung me on the phone to say Karen, you’re an aunt! I was overjoyed and blown away! In Buffalo, that mighty town You were born on December 1 A light shone on our family Never, ever to be undone You were such a cute young kid With clear blue eyes and blonde, blonde hair Just like your mom so many said With your outgoing ways and special flare A cute nose just like your dad And “Bascom humor” you possessed Always followed by that silly giggle Infectious to all, so filled with zest Your love of sports and games Is legendary here Though being a Red Sox fan Always seemed to bring a tear Through it all you lived your life To it’s fullest every day With cherished friends and family You blessed along the way You always were so cheerful Your smile lit up our world The time we spent together Fun and laughs unfurled The memories we share of you Are all we have these days And they must carry us along Until again we meet your gaze Twenty-one years ago today Our lives were changed forever I cherish every moment of you And all the times we were together On this day which marks your birth We gather all together To celebrate the life you lived You’re in our hearts forever Happy Heavenly 21st Birthday Chris! Luv, aunt karen December 1, 2007 |
Poem:
The Secret World I Live
In The secret world I live in… Where others have no clue Where pain lives on inside me Where dreams went on with you The secret world I live in… Where memories are bittersweet Where missing you is endless Where life is incomplete The secret world I live in… Where tears now flow with ease Where questions have no answers Where I’m treated as diseased The secret world I live in… Where others think I’m fine Where a mask is worn as armor Where I look for daily signs The secret world I live in… Where laughter causes pain Where happiness eludes me Where I often feel insane The secret world I live in… Where others have no clue Where pain lives on inside me Where dreams will not come true… By Sue Monkhouse In Memory of her daughter, Danielle |
Poem:
Sometimes at night when I close my
eyes, I can see your face and your pretty eyes. For that moment time stops, and I’m with you once more, But, it does not last and I feel sad to the core. When I fall asleep I might dream of you. Then morning comes and I awake to what’s true. There might be a song or a breeze or a scent, That takes me back to the life we had spent. It is all that I have now to keep you near, My memories and dreams that I hold so dear. By Harriet McKaughlin In Memory of her daughter, Emily |
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