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  MEMORIES OF MY DAD I look back to the days when I was small remembering how he looked, so tall. I was his son walking at his side, the world couldn't pass us by. Remembering things we'd done, how proud I am to be his son how could he be my dad? Nothing like other kids had! What it all meant to me then, his pride could be seen in me as he helped me to see what it was like back when. Values of another time, he implanted in my mind. I will always remember this. What's important in your life he knew was his wife and her goodnight kiss. His thoughts of what were wrong and right guide me now as a light of my childhood memories. Nothing means as much to me, my father and his great love. He taught me of my gift that came from above, and this wonderous thing - a mother's love. Now he's gone, it would seem far away, but I know we will meet again someday. Still he left some here that I hold very dear. I pass it on to my children that he never met and still he's with them yet in the things I show, respect for family, his love instilled in me as I watch my children grow. What is the most precious thing in my mind still it rings, when my life is done will those here know, did I let it show? The love for mom, my childhood memories, more special now to me. Now it's their great love, I know it's my gift from up above, mom and dad's love. Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com DADDY Who is this man I hold in my mind, whose memories have stood the test of time? His life was lived that I might see what it is that I could be. Remembering how he stood so tall, my daddy could handle it all. His words of love and wisdom too, they are with me in each thing I do. How he worked so hard to give and see I had all I needed to live. But this was not what was to all the rest, a man of strength, honor and respect. I sit with others as they each reflect and wonder if when my times has come will I be seen as he was, not for what I have done, but for the way I treated them all. Will my son see me stand as tall so I will walk this path he cleared, and remember each day the way I was reared? This with my own I pass along and hope my dad is seen in me when I am gone. Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com DREAMS light and easy or heavy and cruel completing a thought or life they undo often they're simply a mystery this is how dreams come to me sleep a welcome part of release my subconscious brought from its leash a place where all is often revealed where the mind begins to be healed there are those of fox and mist ending with from an angel I am kissed then the ones with a movie plot or where remembering things I'd forgot still it's all a part of my life helping us all to deal with the strife so I lay down my head easy for sleep knowing each one is something to keep for we know not could this be God's own way of talking to you for the next day Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL Smiling and laughing while she's awake. Gladly we're working for her sake. Tending to each need and care. for this is God's Great Gift lying there. As each day holds its own memories, her every movement is "special to me." Little hands to things unseen, her innocence in life from this I glean. Now crawling, exploring, smiling too, I can't help but wonder what next will she do? Then standing and walking each day is new. Where has time gone, my li'l girl turned two? Each word more clearly, the more she tries. Memories of the first time I heard "daddy" still make me cry. Then time moves on to school and such, Does my li'l girl know I love her this much? Spelling and math is one challenge now the whole world before her She will conquer somehow. Each day growing and now tall as I. My pride grows with her as time passes by. And from baby to young lady, all at once she did form. Her persistence still like the eye of a storm. Now the world looks on, what do they see? A beautiful young lady, still a baby to me. She soon shall conquer all in her world, As I proudly exclaim, "That's Daddy's li'l girl." Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com MY SON this morn as I awoke I look and see my namesake his smile and love awaits a word of love he never hesitates to give as we talk of the day. I wonder did he know the way, have I led him to the road where the Father and Son would have him go. His soft eyes look at me and there within my answers be. That his path is his own to choose and this time with him I must not lose for his give to me is love, the kind sent from God above. It matters not what I do, he always has a dad. I love you. Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com WE ARE THANKFUL FOR What we are thankful for, these days of giving and love of children, our own health and abilities of living. Times of laughter and those of joy, smiles on the faces of each girl and boy. Each breath we take and then give back, even for the patience that we lack. The food we share, those we love, but mostly our glorious Father above. Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com YOU WILL SEE Something has happened as the years have gone by when it took place I cannot picture hard as I try. The constant in life never before noticed by me now has come to focus primarily ... it is something we all have and ignore, a precious gift we know not the store. Something we all share in unison, a wonderful gift measured by our own sun. Why do we continue as if we will always have bounty of this immeasurable gift? We need to enjoy each glorious day and fulfill each moment in some special way. For the ones that we love and hold close to our heart we will not have with us when we or they depart. Remember at the break of each beautiful morn, the gift you are given can easily be torn. You know not where or when it will be, but time will be precious to you too - one day you will see. Copyright © James 1998 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com DOES IT SHOW When we think alone does anyone know? Can it be heard, later will it show? Our thoughts are ours held inside, to have, to share, even to hide. Thinking of times of joy or pain, should we share this again 'n' again? These things are often ours alone, times and feelings, long time gone. Still I wonder, when deep in thought. Do others know all I have sought? Can it be seen, maybe in my face, the time I spend in that other place; where I relive all I lived before, the memories kept in my minds store? All are treasures of life's great learning, experiences to which I am daily turning. So I wonder can it be seen where I go? Have I learned from them, does it show? Copyright © James 1999 James c/o KisSoSoft@aol.com Please see co-authored version of this poem below. DOES IT SHOW When we think alone does anyone know? Can it be heard, later will it show? Our thoughts are ours held inside, to have, to share, even to hide. Thinking of times of joy or pain, should we share this again 'n' again? Are they our fears we're afraid to share? Do we not want others going there Sometimes sharing divides the pain, sharing our joy we relive it again. These things are often ours alone, times and feelings, long time gone. Still I wonder, when deep in thought. Do others know all I have sought? Can it be seen, maybe in my face, the time I spend in that other place; where I relive all I lived before, the memories kept in my minds store? All are treasures of life's great learning, experiences to which I am daily turning. Experience is the best teacher it's true. Applying the past to all that is new can help us avoid making mistakes, help us decide which path to take. We can march forward smarter than before, to find what happiness may lie in store. So I wonder can it be seen where I go? Have I learned from them, does it show? © James and KisSoSoftaol.com 1999 Copyrighted poetry may not be copied, reproduced or used in any way without the express written permission of the author. Thank you for visiting my website. 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