Here is a funny one to lighten the mood. I wrote it for my kids.
"Rag Rag"
Rag, rag in my hand
What shall I do with thee?
I'll dunk you under,
Get you wet,
In my mouth you'll be!
I'll chew and chew
And suck you dry,
Then wet you again...
You help me with
My teething problem,
So now you're my bestest friend.
I hope this one makes everyone smile.
When he went away
On that gloomy day
I didn't want to say good-bye
As I turned away, I began to cry.
After he was gone
I flet so alone,
I remember when he gave me the ring
I remember how our hearts did sing.
As I waited, time got slower and slower
And my heart dropped lower and lower,
When I found out that he could love me no more.
My heart fell to the floor
When I hear the knock at the door
The man handed me a note
Inside, this was wrote:
He was shot down
On the battle ground,
As he took his last breath
Before facing death,
He said not to cry
Because his love would never die.
As I stood with tears in my eyes
I remember saying "I Love You"
As I said my last Good-Bye.
It is early yet the month is one, though you can't see me, I've just begun. I'm so small I don't need to hide. I'm just a little seed, growing inside.
Four weeks later, the month is two, I'm still small, but a part of my Mommy, ya'll love me just wait and see.
Time has passed by, the month is three, I'm somebody you can see. My hair is blonde, my eyes are brown, Mommy you're gonna love me hanging around.
How I've grown the month is five, Mommy killed me, I'm no longer alive. Abortion is the name they gave it. It takes your life before you live it.
I wanted to be born, the month is six. It's already been done, I can't be fixed. I guess my Mommy didn't love me, she threw me away.
I've got a new home, the month is seven, Mommy killed me, I'm in Heaven.
I was beautiful but now I'm gone, only memories to carry on. If I were around the month would be eight, I know Mommy would have loved me, but now it's too late.
Murdered, I cried, by two big hands. I guess I'm to young to understand.
Good-bye Mommy, the month is nine. I could have been born, just fine. Although I'm in Heaven, I hate to cry because of my Mommy, I had to die!
Why do you want to hurt me?
Why do you want me to die?
For if you stop my living now,
My life will have been a lie!
Just tell me what I ever did
To deserve punishment of this kind.
I did nothing, I tell you,
It was your mistake, not mine!
Do you really hate me so?
Do you dread the thought of me?
Think about it for a while,
And please, just let me be!
I want so very much for you
To love me all the while,
Instead you choose to see me die.......
I, your unborn child!
You gave me wings
And taught me to fly
You didn't hold back
You showed me the sky.
You gave me the world
On a silver tray
You taught me of love
And the games people play.
You gave me the strength
To stand alone
And all the confidence
To make it on my own.
You gave it all
But you'll never know
Just how much
You helped me grow.
Close by the doorway
He pauses to stand
As he took his class ring
From her hand.
As those who were watching,
Did not speak
As a silent tear
Ran down his cheek.
And in his mind,
Memories of the moments together they had spent
Now his eyes had grown cold for her hand....
He'll no longer have to hold.
They watched him in a silent way
As he bent down to say
"I Love You" in her ear.
With his ring on his finger
He kissed her Good-Bye
Knowing she had worn his class ring
For the last time,
He began to cry.
Then the door blew open
As the wind began to blow,
They carried her casket
Into the snow.
A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about
And blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out eulogies,
For death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car,
Was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near split the air:
Oh, God, please spare my boys!"
She fought to loose her pinned hands;
She struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her fast
In grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused
On where the back seat once had been,
But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children's seats crushed in.
Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
She did not hear them cry,
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
Oh, God, don't let them die!"
Then firemen came and cut her loose,
But when they searched the back,
They found therein no little boys,
But the seat belts were intact.
They thought the woman had gone mad
And was traveling alone,
But when they turned to question her,
They discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild
And screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication,
Please help me find my boys!
They're four years old and wear blue shirts;
Their jeans are blue to match."
One cop spoke up, "They're in my car,
And they don't have a scratch.
They said their daddy put them there
And gave them each a cone,
Then told them both to wait for Mom
To come and take them home.
I've searched the area high and low,
But I can't find their dad.
He must have fled the scene,
I guess, and that is very bad."
The mother hugged the twins and said,
While wiping at a tear,
He could not flee the scene, you see,
For he's been dead a year."
The cop just looked confused and asked,
Now, how can that be true?"
The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came
And left a kiss for you."
He told us not to worry
And that you would be all right,
And then he put us in this car with
The pretty, flashing light.
We wanted him to stay with us,
Because we miss him so,
But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
And said he had to go.
He said someday we'd understand
And told us not to fuss,
And he said to tell you, Mommy,
He's watching over us."
The mother knew without a doubt
That what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad's last words,
I will watch over you."
The firemen's notes could not explain
The twisted, mangled car,
Without a single scar.
But on the cop's report was scribed,
In print so very fine,
An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway109.
Thank you Kayham for letting me put this beautiful poem in my journal.
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