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Dear Daddy,

As I enter the basement I find
all the things that ran through my mind.
As a child my father's face
is angry as I stare through space.
A slap across my face brings me
to the pain I had hoped I'd never see.
I'll never know what he hit me for,
so now I'll go to the first floor.

Up the stairs I search my mind
as I look around only to find,
his hate is gone but my mind's not clear,
because there is now only that fear.
Will he hit me again or will he let me live.
Sometimes it's just to hard to believe.
He hasn't hit me in over a year,
but still there is now only that fear.

On the second floor I see my future,
I'm sitting there looking at the past.
Suddenly a scream escapes my lips
and shatters my eyelids of glass.
Through the window I can see the sun.
Now I know the past is over and done.
The fear is gone, the pain hasn't ended,
but, still, my father I have befriended.
In time I'll heal, those who do are few.
Someday to my father I'll say

"I love You"

Written By: Donna S.

Joe

We Must Be a Guiding Light
By Joe Tinoco
1998 - Joe Tinoco

A Child is born and grows to be
What he learns and what he sees
So if we fail to take a stand
I ask then How can we condemn
As we go throughout this life
We must be their guiding light

We are are now their leaders
We each must take a hand
To never be their victims
We must remain their friends

A child is born and grows to be
By what he learns and what he sees
If he is taught both wrong from right
He too then can be a guiding light

NOTE: Joe will be recording this song in the future.

 

Dragons

Sunday morning, riverside. Resting, watching,
May flies dancing just above the water clear,
water chuckling ‘bout the stones, cheer,
voice of earth beyond our understanding.

Dragonfly sweeping, hunting on the breeze
as mayflies scatter, random, launched in fright,
that they shall this day meet their violent night.
The dragon meets his need with master’s ease.

Amanda laid to rest three weeks ago.
A different dragon crossed her lonely way
as empty night devoid of light of day
allowed the dragon’s darkened heart to show.

A quiet place where neighbor seems to care,
She felt no need to ask dragon’s intent
But no more shall her smiles here be spent
On those who knew her kindness, heart so fair.

Last week Shannon did not make it home.
Sweet Alabama child out at play,
mother could not find with close of day.
The end of this tale, haunting, yet unknown.

Blonde, blue eyes and freckles, joyful face,
Her smile brings my sister’s youth to mind
Yet days pass by and nothing do they find.
I fear some other dragon found her place.

The mayfly’s life so different than man,
Let’s heal the hollow hearts, dry tearful eyes.
Why don’t we peaceful mayflies realize
united we can foil the dragon’s plan.

Ed Thornton of Network Communication Service Inc.

 


Ribbons

Ribbons come in many colors; each one means a certain thing,
Certain colors for organizations, Any color for presents you bring.
But some colors represent, A tragedy in someone's life,
Because they lost somebody special, They hope to see in the after life.
We in Springfield, Had a horrible tragedy today,
It will live in our hearts forever and may never go away.
We need to learn from this tragedy, So we won't make the same mistake,
Cause guns don't solve any problem, Especially when it's a life you take.
Please show your support, For the students at Thurstion High,
And the one's that have passed, As they go to god in the sky.
When I talked about ribbons, meaning a certain thing,
Please fly a red and black one, Even if you tie it with string.
As the wind blows through the ribbons, They look like two little wings,
The wings of Thurstion Angels, As they watch us from heaven and sing.

By: Richerd N. Headley Sr.


Innocent Lives


We are all born, In one form or another,
No matter how we are born, we all have mothers.
As we grow, We are young and naive,
Were taught respect and how to say please.
Nobody knows, What goes through a person's mind,
But some like to cause pain and hurt all the time.
See we are young and innocent, When we are born,
Don't know right from wrong, Or why we are being scorned.
Some say they love you, but they really like to hurt,
They beat and abuse you, then leave you in the dirt.
They're not your family, but they say they are your friends,
They hurt and leave you; Emotionally scared in the end.
We have someplace safe; sometimes it's our home,
We don't belong to you, So please leave us alone.
Cause when we are young, We don't remember well,
But as we get older, The memory starts to swell.
You can hurt us, abuse even make and us some of us die,
But just remember were only young, were just innocent lives.


By: Richerd N. Headley Sr.

 

ANOTHER DRUNK

They can see the pain, when they look in the mirror,
It's opened their eyes and made them see clearer.
Why they drove that night, they really don't know,
But the pain they feel, it continues to grow.
They have hurt so many people and watched them cry,
Cause stupidly they drove drunk and made someone die.
There sorry they did it, drove drunk they mean,
But they got behind the wheel, of a two ton killing machine.
They try to make amends, for the things they have done,
But how do you look in the parents eyes, after you've killed their son.
They say they want forgiveness, but what they need is help,
Cause inside their dead, their soul wants to melt.
They must sit at home and cry with shame,
Cause of their stupidity, they probably stopped a family name.
They say they have pain and it hurts to much inside,
They can never forgive themselves, so they'll drink till they die.

By: Richerd N. Headley Sr.

 

A RIBBON OF BLUE

As you walk down our streets, There hang ribbons of blue,
They represent the promise for peace, So you know what we must do.
We need to stop the violence, Please let it stop now,
Or one day we may be crying, All the tears our hearts will allow.
I know being a parent is tough, I have two kids of my own,
One is six and the other three, But they act like there full grown.
People take one look at me, In their minds I raise my children bad,
I may have a lot of tattoo's, But I am a good dad.
Because someone has tattoo's, Doesn't mean they raise their children wrong.
But the people that give us a bad name, Think our love and heart ain't strong.
Cause that's all a parent really wants, Is to see their children grow free,
We have to raise them right, Being a good parent is the key.
So take a stand, I know it can hurt and even break your heart,
But no matter what they say to you, Don't ever let your love part.
So as you see those ribbons, Let's raise our kids with the promise of peace,
And just maybe if were lucky, The violence will decease.

By: Richerd N. Headley Sr.

 

A PRAYER FOR THE CHILDREN

We pray for the Children, who sneak Popsicle’s before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we pray for those who stare at photographers
from behind barbed wire,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers,
who never "counted potatoes,"
who are born in places where we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never go to the circus,
who live in an X-rated world.
We pray for children who bring us sticky kisses
and fistfuls of dandelions,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money.
And we pray for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We pray for children who spend all their
allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the
grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed,
who never rinse out the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church or temple and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we pray for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry
themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We pray for children who want
to be carried and for those who must,
who we never give up on and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother and . . .
for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.

(Writer Unknown)

In Memory of........Natalie Brooks, student age 12
Paige Ann Herring, student age 12
Stephanie Johnson, student age 12
Brittany R. Varner, student age 11
Shannon Wright, Teacher age 32

This is in memory of the children and teacher killed in the shooting on Tuesday, March 24, 1998 in Jonesboro, Arkansas.
Please send this to everyone you know. If this gets to the town of Jonesboro, I'm sure they will be grateful To know that we all care.

 

Hear My Tears
by Marilyn Oakley

He drinks and then he comes home
To the children whose souls cry alone
He hits their mom, then looks at them
They cry out no, try to flee, once again

The voice that says, don't you ever say a word
Cause no one will listen, you won't be heard
All children do is make up stories and lies
So hush, you can run, but you can never hide

Climb:
The lonely child in their room, shaking in their bed
Wrapped in a dark world, with these thoughts in their heads

Chorus:
Please God, can't you hear my tears
Please God won't you listen to my heart
I cry in silence, please answer my prayers
Can you hold me while I lie here in the dark
Take away the things that scare me out there
I don't want to live in fear
Please God, hear my tears

The voice that says, why were you ever born
You're not a rose sent, you're nothing but thorns
Don't bother me now, can't you see I'm busy
If you know what's good for you, you'd better leave

Climb:
The lonely child in their room, shaking in their bed
Wrapped in a dark world, with these thoughts in their heads

Chorus: Repeat

Copyright 1999 Marilyn Oakley

 
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