Poetry written by Krystle Nicols - Email Comments to Krystle at Kyss33@aol.com - Poetry - http://maxpages.com/nichola/Krystle

"Finally"

You knew I was a girl, even though nobody knew
Your son had to have a daddy's little girl
But before you could see me, before we could meet
God took you home to be with him
Instead of staying here with me

Holidays and Gatherings are just not the same
You're not here to tell me those old stories
I never saw you smile, I never heard you laugh
I never heard those sweet words that I hear all about
I never knew you and you never knew me
Even though we never met, I heard you cared for me

As I decorate the house for Christmas, I stumble on your face
Your picture there with papa, the expression on your face
But that's as close as I'll get to you
That's as much as I can see
I'll never get to know you and you'll never know me

Holidays and Gatherings will never be the same
I'll never get to hear your old, old stories
I'll never see you smile, I'll never hear you laugh
I'll never hear those sweet words that I hear all about
I'll never get to know you, you'll never know me
Even though we'll never meet, I know you cared for me

As I started to cry, I turned around
And it came to me so suddenly in my mind
Of the cross knowing that one day I'll see you finally
In heaven far above for Jesus paid that price for me
Oh those days in heaven, I long so much to see
When I finally get to hear those old stories
I'll finally see you smile, I'll finally hear you laugh
I'll finally hear those sweet words that I've heard all about
I'll finally get to know you, And you'll finally know me
I'll finally get to tell you , How much you mean to me!

"Living With Cancer"

As I walk into his room, where one day I'll say goodbye
I see his face light up, As tears form in my eyes

There's machines all around him, and I know they're there to help
But the tubes and tests are frightening, they're scaring me to death

The doctor says there's no way to tell, Just how long he has
But the way he looks lying there, I know it's pretty bad

As I step up to the bed, and take his hand in mine
I give him my look of care and say, " Everything's going to be fine"

He's been such a good friend, and a loving papa to me
I can remember the summers I spent listening on his knee

The days we spent fishing, On his dock down by his home
He always whistled tunes to his favorite country songs

We would go back up the hill and feed the ducks with bread
The memories we shared still linger in my head

His Cancer is permanent and will never go away
We can only pray the treatments work to keep him one more day

But until then I'll visit weekly, to share our load
And make more memories, one day cherished ones I'll hold

And when I turn to go, never leaving without a hug
A back scratch to remind me, there's no one like papa.

" Sundays"

My favorite day is Sunday, because it's spent with you
The Football games and races, hoping Dallas and Gordon Loose
The Peanut Butter sandwiches, the chips and salsa too
To me these days are special, because I'm spending them with you
Sometimes we go to papa's and aggravate the bird
You now the one that's supposed to talk, but never says a word
But just the time we spend together, means everything to me
And I know if mama could be here, she'd be laughing at us three
But we've celebrated the wins and the losses turned away
But I'd never change one word said or throw out one Sunday
For all I cherish dearly, and hope for many more.

0 "Daddy's Little Girl"

Here I am, with the porch light on
Staring out into the sky, writing the poem
The sky above is black, with no stars in sight
Nothing to wish upon so I pray with all my might

That the Lord will bless me, just one more day
With everything I need and want to pass my way
I could not ask for more, for more would be too much
But just to be closer to daddy is all I could want

I want to be daddy's little girl
To hold him in my arms and fight you loves who more
Daddy's little girl- I need to feel his care
Even though I know its there

"Normal"

I really am a normal girl, though others say I'm not
They say I act differently, then how they have been taught
Don't get me wrong I do act strange, And sometimes very odd
But that's what makes me special, I never matched any pea in a pod
My wardrobe is obscene to some, My accessories very wild
But I only dress up in my get-up every once in a while
Halloween is my favorite Holiday, I love to put on a show
You'll never guess what I'll do next, I don't even know
I have spirit upon spirit, when it comes to my team
I shout and scream and shake my thing, and cheer for my EB!
Your opinion of my actions, Don't even mean a thing
It doesn't change my attitude, It makes me wanna sing!
I show more pride then the cheerleading squad
I make more noise than the bad
Some call me a freak, some call me disturbed
When I walk on my knees, and talk with my hands
But don't judge me because I stick out in a crowd
Because I draw attention from you
For while your sitting there bored, collecting dust
I'm out having fun, and finding things to get into~!

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