Genuine Milestones

I just had my first wedding anniversary since my husband passed away.  It was on 5/25 and would have been our 34th Anniversary.  I know that is what prompted me to write this poem.

First Time

There are so many firsts in life:  Genuine milestones, too many to recall,

First tooth, first steps, first kiss- oh, the wonder of it all,

First times are happy times, at least those we want to remember,

They usually are moments that are sweet, heartfelt and tender,

There is a first time for everything; I’m sure you have heard,

First times can also be daunting- yes, just take my word,

For example, the first time I saw someone taking his last breath,

Someone who is close to me and also close to death,

It is a moment I want to cherish, but also want to forget,

I want to know he lived and died without any regret,

Did I say what I wanted to say to him before he left this place?

Did he know how much I loved him?  Did he feel the company of God’s grace?

I told him he should go and not to be afraid,

But truly I wished he was well again and that he could have stayed,

He was so courageous, so inspiring; I think he was at peace,

He was always doing “fantastic”, that’s what he said, at least,

I want to know what he is doing now, in the presence of our Lord,

He lived a life of helpfulness; I’m sure he found reward,

He took good care of me, then and now; I am truly grateful,

To me and to our family, he was especially faithful,

I think of him a lot and hope somehow, he knows,

That we cherish every memory of him as our family grows,

A new grand baby is coming soon; he would have been so proud,

He was a loving grandpa, now walking on a cloud.

Tammy Harvey

Written:  5/26/2019

At a Standstill

For the past year, I've only been posting once a week, every Tuesday.  Currently, I  have posted everything I have written thus far.  If you don't see a post for the next couple of weeks, know that I am writing and will continue posting as soon as possible.

Thanks for your patience...

Nincompoop

Help!  My blog is catching up to me,

I have no more poems to post, you see,

I was so far ahead with poems scheduled to post,

After posting over 270, there is no time to boast,

I must write, write, write, and write I must,

Before my poem blog bites the proverbial dust,

I guess I’ve been busy, or lazy or uninspired,

I did not realize so much time had transpired,

Now I am left with cobwebs in my head,

And a dusty keyboard, blank pages instead,

I want to write more, if my brain will comply,

I’ve been yearning to write; interject a big sigh,

What happened to pouring out of me like water?

The clay is there, but where is the potter?

My words are frozen like a glacier of ice,

To write in rhyme again would really be nice,

I plan to produce more poems; that is the scoop,

Otherwise, I will feel like a nincompoop,

So be on alert; Don’t give up on me now,

I promise to write more, some way and somehow!

Tammy Harvey

Written:  5/16/2019