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FADED PHOTOGRAPHS
This found and faded photograph
(timeless version)
From a time that is no more.
This found and faded memory
From so many years before.
Old photographs of someone,
Of children come and gone.
Old photographs of yesterday,
And those that once belonged.
Fond memories are captured
In photographs from long ago.
Fond memories are cherished
By a lifetime once bestowed.
Someone held this faded memory
Before their last journey began.
Someone held this faded photograph
You now hold within our hand.
© 2010 Christine Ross
~Bringer of Light Poetry ~
A CANDLE FLICKERS
A candle flickers through the night
With a gentle peaceful glow,
As shadows dance upon the wall
And memories begin to flow.
Yesterday was full of sunshine
That somehow slipped away.
And all of those tomorrows
Illuminate another day.
But today there is a candle
That will flicker through the night
And shine upon a broken heart
With a peaceful angel light.
© 2010 Christine Ross
~Bringer of Light Poetry~
THE OLD, OLD BIBLE
I found an old, old Bible
From two hundred years ago.
I read those old familiar words
From a time I didn't know.
Pressed between the pages
Was a lock of auburn hair
And a rose from some occasion
Of happy times or of despair.
Notes and prayers were tucked away,
With clipped ads for things to buy.
A page handwritten carefully
Of family members that had died.
Did some mother's trembling hands
Write a name upon this page
As teardrops trickled from her eyes
And left these stains time can't erase?
Or did a father write the name
Of his brave and only son
Who died in a distant battlefield
For some freedom we have won?
Did a mother die in childbirth
Or did a father die from plague?
I guess some family members
Died simply from old age.
The names were scrolled with pen and ink,
Perhaps by candlelight,
While heavy hearts... reminisced
Of days, and years, and life.
I read the Bible scriptures
And I wrote a little prayer
For their family and for mine,
For the pain we somehow share.
I cut a lock of my own hair
And I clipped an ad or two.
I placed them in the bible,
Right in the book of Luke.
I held a sacred flower
From the funeral of my son,
Placed it between the pages
With a note of what I'd done.
So I'll keep this old, old Bible
And I'll write my family's names,
And in two hundred years from now
Someone else can do the same.
© 2009 ~ Christine Ross
~Bringer of Light Poetry~
THE COWBOY'S LAST REQUEST CL04
THE COWBOY'S LAST REQUEST
He rode beyond the mountains
On his horse towards the west.
He bowed his head in reverence
As he made his last request.....
"Let this wrangler's voice be heard
In the canyon winds that sing,
And let this cowpoke's spirit soar
On the tips of eagle's wings."
"And in the sun and in the moon
And in the prairie's starlight glow,
Let my light forever shine
Casting shadows of hope below."
"Let this bronco-buster's hat
Be my halo when I die,
While the boots on this ghost rider
Walk across the clouds on high."
"Round-up the ones who rode with me,
And the little buckaroos.
Help them all to understand
That this cowboy's ride is through."
"Please grant this last request of mine
As I quietly ride away,
Kicking up dust along the trail
To that place where I will stay."
.....Then he rode beyond the sunset,
His silhouette against the sky.
He tipped his hat and nodded
As he said his last goodbye.
© 2009 Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry ~
*A CHILD I DIDN'T KNOW
In a worn and tattered graveyard
From a long, long time ago
I stumbled on a tiny grave
Of a child I didn't know.
The name was peeled and faded.
This baby's days were very few.
I felt such sorrow for this child
That I never even knew.
I sensed the pain the parents had
When they laid their child to rest.
They stood there in that very spot,
Wondering if they did their best.
Children shouldn't be forgotten
In this place that death bestowed,
So I placed a rose upon the grave
Of a child I didn't know.
I walked a little further to
The grave of another child
Whose years were short upon this earth,
And I paused there for awhile.
I then fell reverent to my knees
While my tears began to flow.
As I placed a rose upon the grave
Of a child I didn't know.
I wandered through the headstones
Of more children, young and old.
Whose lives were taken much too soon.
With their stories left untold.
An eerie chill swept through me
As timeless winds began to blow,
While I placed a rose upon the grave
Of a child I didn't know.
I looked back as I was leaving
Through this gate of ageless grief.
Evening shadows lingered where
They once stood in disbelief.
Someone may think of my child
In a hundred years or so
When they place a rose upon the grave
Of a child they didn't know.
© 2008 - Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry ~
A DREAM OF ANGELS (male version) CL06
A DREAM OF ANGELS
(male version)
I had a dream of angels,
Of feathers and clouds on high.
I traveled up to heaven
Through the clear blue crystal sky.
I saw him standing at the gate
With white feathery angel wings.
He smiled at me and nodded.
Then the clouds began to sing.
The light that glowed behind him
Came from a sacred special place.
His halo gathered in the light
And it glowed upon his face.
My heart was filled with so much joy
That can never be described.
As he reached out and took my hand
I said, "I guess I must have died."
He smiled but then he shook his head,
"No, it's just a glimpse of where I live.
It's not your time, you must go back
Please accept this gift I give."
He held me closely in his arms
And we flew off through the air.
He lay my head upon a pillow
And he gently stroked my hair.
He placed a kiss upon my forehead
And told me always to believe.
Then tears began to fill my eyes
Because I had to watch him leave.
Then I awoke and realized
I wasn't dreaming like before,
And right there on my pillow
Was the proof that it was more.
I reached out to touch the proof,
Knowing we had been together.
For there upon my pillow was.....
A lone white angel feather.
© 2006 - Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry ~
A DREAM OF ANGELS (female version) CL07
A DREAM OF ANGELS
(female version)
I had a dream of angels,
Of feathers and clouds on high.
I traveled up to heaven
Through the clear blue crystal sky.
I saw her standing at the gate
With white feathery angel wings.
She smiled at me and nodded.
Then the clouds began to sing.
The light that glowed behind her
Came from a sacred special place.
Her halo gathered in the light
And it glowed upon her face.
My heart was filled with so much joy
That can never be described.
As she reached out and took my hand
I said, "I guess I must have died."
She smiled but then she shook her head,
"No, it's just a glimpse of where I live.
It's not your time, you must go back
Please accept this gift I give."
She held me closely in her arms
And we flew off through the air.
She lay my head upon a pillow
And she gently stroked my hair.
She placed a kiss upon my forehead
And told me always to believe.
Then tears began to fill my eyes
Because I had to watch her leave.
Then I awoke and realized
I wasn't dreaming like before,
And right there on my pillow
Was the proof that it was more.
I reached out to touch the proof,
Knowing we had been together.
For there upon my pillow was.....
A lone white angel feather.
© 2006 - Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry ~
A SOLDIER'S GRAVE
I passed a soldier's grave today
And I kneeled and said a prayer.
I wondered if our country knew
How much this soldier cared.
I walked around the graveyard
Thinking of the sacrifice
Of those that gave us freedom
And in the battle lost their life.
How some had died so far away
While they served our country well,
How some of them died back at home
After surviving battle's hell.
In the distance I saw someone
Holding up a little flag,
Then they knelt and placed it
On the grave where I had prayed.
I heard them say, "I love you",
Then they stood up straight and tall
And said, "I'm proud to be the parent
Of a child that chanced it all."
I thought about this freedom
That can never be repaid,
And I thought about my only son
Not a soldier, but in a grave.
Although he died, I'm thankful,
And although his years were few,
While he lived upon this earth
It was 'freedom' that he knew.
I possess this simple freedom
Just to walk amongst the graves,
And mourn the death of my own son,
Because of what a soldier gave.
© 2009 - Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry ~
*THE SLEEPLESS NIGHT
I woke up early this morning
Just as the sun was beginning to rise.
I reached out for my husband.
He wasn't there, to my surprise.
I arose and went to the window.
On the porch was his shadowy form.
He was probably just reminiscing
In the misty veil of the dawn.
Silently I remained inside
Hidden secretly from his sight.
Allowing him his solitude
Outside in the pale moonlight.
His silhouette took my breath away.
The eerie resemblance of our son
The one that died many years ago
Leaving us grieving and so alone.
Quiet tears began to fill my eyes
With memories of life and joy.
Longing once more for days gone by.
Wishing my husband still had his boy.
I pondered in the stillness
The pain this man should have been spared.
I wanted to go out and hug him
And tell him how much I cared.
I dared not disturb his reverie
Because I know how I cherish mine,
So I waited inside just watching him
As the clock ticked away the time.
I felt a warm hand on my shoulder,
A whisper "You can't sleep either hun?"
I turned quickly away from the window.
Standing next to me was my husband.
So I gazed back out the window.
The silhouette I had seen was gone.
Then my husband said "It's okay sweetie,
"He's been out there all night long."
© 2007 - Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry ~
THE ANGEL CRIED
I gazed up at the statue
As I stood there at her feet.
The Angel of Hope was saddened.
Then she began to weep.
I watched her as a teardrop
Streaked slowly down her face.
I looked around at all the names
Surrounding her in this place.
I thought how weary she must be
From carrying every child
Across the sky to heaven,
Away from us, ...for awhile.
I wondered why she was so sad.
She knew the children had a home.
It was then I realized that her tears
Were for us, ...here all alone.
I felt it was a miracle
That a statue really cried.
Then teardrops fell upon the names
Of all the children that had died.
I turned my eyes to heaven.
The whole sky was shedding tears.
I had thought that these were raindrops
For so very many years.
The angel cried with me today
So did the children's names in stone.
Their teardrops fell upon my skin
And I no longer was alone.
© 2008 - Christine Ross
~ Bringer Of Light Poetry ~
*BABY BOY
Baby boy come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Baby boy touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
Fly from where the angels dwell,
And fly into my dreams.
Take me back to yesterday,
Before the morning gleams.
Let me rock you in my arms,
And sing to you a lullaby.
Let me hold you baby boy,
Before you say goodbye.
Baby boy come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Baby boy touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
© Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry
*BABY GIRL
Baby girl come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Baby girl touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
Fly from where the angels dwell,
And fly into my dreams.
Take me back to yesterday,
Before the morning gleams.
Let me rock you in my arms,
And sing to you a lullaby.
Let me hold you baby girl,
Before you say goodbye.
Baby girl come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Baby girl touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
© Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry
*A BIRTHDAY UP IN HEAVEN
A birthday up in heaven....
Imagine all the joy it brings
To blow out all your candles
And not wish for anything.
To hear the angels sing to you
A happy birthday song.
To know that everything is right
And nothing ever will be wrong.
To eat as much cake as you want
And not count the calories.
To open up your present...
A big box of memories.
To reach out from above the clouds
Retrieving a balloon.
To see it came from those you love
Knowing they will join you soon.
To realize on your birthday
You won't be counting years.
To smile and laugh and giggle
Never shedding any tears.
To travel down to earth again
As they celebrate your day.
To help them all to understand
You really didn't go away.
To finally have the one you've missed
Come running when you call.
A birthday up in heaven
.....Is waiting for us all.
© 2006 - Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry ~
*AN ANGEL IS SLEEPING
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Sometimes in my mind
I go back to that place
Where death came to visit
And life was erased.
It's late afternoon
And the sun's going down.
I open the door
And I know what I've found.
An angel is sleeping,
There's an absence of breath.
No need to tip toe,
Sound won't waken death.
I look at that face
And I kiss that sweet cheek.
Nothing is normal.....
There's a reason to weep.
But sometimes in my mind
I go back to that place
Where death came to visit
And life was erased.
It's early morning,
The sun's coming up soon.
I open the door
And go into the room.
An angel is sleeping,
There's no need for breath
In that place of forever
Where there's no more death.
I look at that face
And I kiss that sweet cheek
Everything's normal.....
No reason to weep.
© 2010 Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry ~
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