Wednesday, December 25, 2002

Poem -- She IS

She IS
By Brighton
Given to her father December of 2002

On a cold night in winter
The snow starts to fall
You look up in the sky
Where the moon starts to crawl

It reflects on a house
That silently sits
And this house held a person
It will never forget

There’s a tree through the window
It’s lights make it shine
Where a father is sitting
His youngest is nine

With a quick glance toward him
There’s a tear in his eye
You start to wonder
What could make this man cry

All over the wall
There stands family pictures
Or decorations for Christmas
And all kinds of scriptures

You see into this man
And you see why he’s weeping
Why he’s up so late at night
When he could be sleeping

You look and you see that
His wonderful wife
Is needed in heaven
So has left her earth life

He thinks of how he
Will get through this trial
He can’t keep the house
from becoming huge piles

He sits and he wonders
And you see in his thoughts
That he is thinking of
All the good that she taught

For example her music
Which was always made clear
To be passed to her children
Who she loved so dear

She was also a leader
Of all kinds of youth
Which made her quite perfect
I’m not stretching the truth

The man as he’s thinking
‘Bout all of these things
Is reminded of Jesus
The king of all kings

He suffered for all
In Gethsemane
And died on a cross
On the hill calvary

He did all of this
So that we could come back
And live with him there
With our families intact

My mom is in heaven
She’s waiting and waiting
The time when we’ll be there
She’s anticipating

Her talents were many
And her faults were few
Who’s happy in heaven
My mom is that’s who

The key to this poem
Is uplifting because
We should speak in the present
Say she is not she was