Showing posts with label Son. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Son. Show all posts

A Love Letter (To My Unborn Child)

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, May 26, 2009 0 comments

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Always in my heart, let me pour out my soul

Little sweetie of mine, you've put tears in my eyes
Oh, you are the heaven I've longed for so long
Vivifying everything and touching my life
Especially for the times you flutter the womb


Leaving me in awe the way that you do
Ever so precious, I see as I dream
The way that your smile can light up a room
Tonight I am yours as I write of my love
Echoing so softly in whispering adore
Remember that Daddy will be here forever


This is my gift to you, evermore
On my soul, I swear I would give anything

My life, if it meant to keep you from harm
Yesterday had held so little for me

Undeniably, you are my 'wish upon a star'
No, nothing I've known could ever embrace
Beneath the surface like the way that it felt
On the day your mother had told me the news
Right then and there every angel's heart melts
Now I count down the days until you arrive

Cuddling what clothes we picked out for you
Happily tucked away in affection
Inspired by the way your essence imbues
Loves droplet of tears; oh sweetie, you shine
Destiny of diamonds and beautiful blue

The Painting

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, May 19, 2009 0 comments


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I miss the one who painted this for me
 Who told me tales of how it came to be
That car she said belonged to my old man
It spun that curb where all her pain began

She captured in it all that haunted her
For years and years the accident would blur
Her mind and let the alcohol seep in
Affecting me: her very next of kin

I've wished so much that with it she instilled
What dreams within it she had not fulfilled
Though I had learned the poison of that tale
Could act as only a dark and blackened veil

She told me that my father would not die
As long as we would never pray good-bye
I trust within her every word as true
While knowing that my father loved me too
But then one day as peaceful as can be
I found her mixing liquor with her tea
The painting lay across from where she sat
With skin so pale, she fell face first and flat

"Mom!" I yelled with a sharp and worried shrill
My heart froze like the painting's moment; still
She looked up at my face and nodded pride
Then whispered "son, I pray you know inside...

How much I love you with all my heart and soul
Please keep the art I brushed with life so whole
And please remember; always envision me
In all the ways I've sought to guarantee

Through that picture I felt I meant so much
It serves as the extent of life I'll crutch
And now dear son, it's yours; that very painting...
Is all, and you, that still will stand remaining"

And so, I promised as her final words requested
Of which her spirit so undoubtedly attested
To forever keep that painting that she did
As a fixed bridge to every thought she bid

Oh, while it hangs on the wall of my garage
I hear her still as the painting's deep mirage
Echoes truth as if I'd seen today
Her painting life into all her tale portrayed

Oh Me (I Am The One)

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, April 3, 2009 0 comments


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Oh me, I am the one
from the table where roses wither
left alone by my only son in echoing flakes of winter

In moment's instances where I dare to shed
tears around the strangers
who heard the argument so vividly spread
throughout the restaurant's ranges
While knowing seemingly they cannot see
how without your sweet son's father
Wondering deep in your thought's wingspan
lord knows it makes things harder
Oh me, I am the one... I pray you hear my cries
During days and nights it was you and I
in the beauty where I've died
When so young and free I was so very, very able
now it is you I no longer feel
my dear, dear, sweet angel
Oh me, I am the one... burdened for how I can't
take in thought all the things I know
you have always felt

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