Some Special Poetry

CHRISTY © 1994
By Erin Dischinger (Christy's Aunt)

A precious life, God's little one,
flew upon an angel's wing
As she arrived before the Lord,
the heavens began to sing
Her giggles and laughter
as she entered His Kingdom
were filled with beauty and grace
The innocence in her eyes
put a smile on Jesus face
She's skipping through the heavens now,
no hurt, no anger, no fear
Happiness is all she feels,
she'll never shed a tear
She's dancing and singing with the angels,
she's peaceful as can be
She has what so many others desire
the gift of being free
So as we think of our dear Christy,
remember her with love
For she's with the Lord and making Him smile
as she dances on the heavens above

THESE FLOWERS ARE FOR YOU © 1996
By Adam Harris (Sk8r4Him)

I had a friend that was four eleven,
But you see my friend was only seven.
He was my best friend, the only one I ever had,
Yet I ask myself how I got such a friend when I was so bad.
Now I try to throw the ball to him but he doesn't catch,
Now I try to throw the frisbee to him but he doesn't fetch.
Now I cry with him but he doesn't cry back
Now I sing songs to him only to hear my voice crack.
Now I talk to him about my days of sane,
When the life I lived was normal and plain.
But now there is something I feel I must say
Before my addictions should get in the way.
I always thought I would teach you how to drive.
I always thougth I would teach you how to stay alive.
I always thought I would teach you how to put up a fight.
I always thought I would teach you love doesn't happen over night.
I always thought I would be able to tell you a lot,
Like not letting your life get wasted and rot.
I always thought I would give you flowers for your girl
And teach you how to shave,
But I never thought I would give you flowers
That I would lay at your grave.
Dear son, I'm sorry for being a punk,
Please son forgive me for driving while drunk.

WELCOME TO THE NUTTHOUSE © 1996
By Adam Harris (Sk8r4Him)

I look into the mirror and see him in me.
He looks at me and calls to my heart.
I find myself sleeping in class
Dreamin about the days of past
Oh how do you do it, Show me who.
I looked upon her face
It took me awhile to see beyond the scars
The scars that took her heart
Took it away burned and chard
I tell her the truth
The truth that saves
But she doesn't hear me
Beyond the evil and raves
Does she think I'm crazy
Yeah, but not beyond the gates of heaven
So why do I care
Why do I try
I don't think it's worth to see another human fry
So I will persist in my days of sane
People say I'm crazy
Well I know I am
A true psyco at his best
Crazy for the Lord
No I won't rest
They say before I die I'll end up in a nutthouse or two
Well yeah have I got a message for you
After I'm gone disceased and dead
My soul goes on and marches ahead
Taken flight on a wing
Straight to heaven where beautiful voices sing
Before I entered the gates
You can tell your spouse
I saw a sign that said welcome to the nutthouse

TO ALL PARENTS
By Edgar Guest

"I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine," He said,
"For you to love the while she lives and mourn for when she's dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you, and shall her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes I have selected you.
Now will you give her all your love, not think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I ome to call to take her back again?"
I fancied that I heard them say: "Dear Lord, They will be done!
For all the joy Thy chld shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness, we'll love her while we may
And for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay;
But shall the angels call for her much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand."