Poetry

THE FIFTEENTH OF MAY

It wasn't a dark, dismal day
It was bright, sunny, the 15th of May.

I woke up that morning and did what I normally did.
I went off to school like any other kid.

But if I had known what would happen that day...
I would have stayed home on my knees to pray.

For on that day, a battle was lost.
My father battled with cancer and his life was the cost.

Although he was sick, I never thought he would die.
He was my father...he was strong...always a hero in my eyes.

My mother told me to cry out to God and pray.
Because when God sees a child's tears, He can't look the other way.

In the end, God took my father out of his pain.
And though I felt his loss, Heaven celebrated gain.

And now, with sadness, I remember that day.
The day my life changed...the day my father died...the fifteenth of May.

"SONIA"

I walk through the door and see faces
fake smiles...
discomfort and unease
Faces of beauty...
with deep brown eyes
and black hair with hearts to match

I scope the room to find a real smile
a friendly face that accepts me...
doesn't look at my shell or possessions
but my being...
Someone who knows me...
likes me

I see that person walk towards me
She cares for me
It's in her eyes*in her smile
It's genuine and pure....
There's no fakeness behind it
Her wishes are warm.

She accepts me for my imperfections
She's sad when I'm sad*happy when I'm happy.
In the sea of false smiles
and inspecting eyes...
I find comfort and my friend.

IT WILL ALL BE OKAY

"It will all be okay."
I hear that from time to time each day.
I think it's just a phrase...
that people say when they think you're going through a phase.

But what if the problem isn't momentary?
What if it has pricked your soul and made you wary?

Then you need something more than a simple phrase.
You need something that will help you find your way through the maze.
Perhaps a smile... Not a passing grin, but one that is sincere and lasts for a while.
Or a hug... Not just a pat on a shoulder, but one that reaches your heart strings and tugs. Maybe even a kiss... Not a quick peck, but one that reminds you of pure bliss.

So maybe you won't be okay.
I'm not the one who can truly say.
But, I can tell you there are always highs and lows.
And that is just the way it goes.
You can't appreciate the good things in life...
If you haven't ever dealt with a little strife.
Enjoy what you are given each day...
And then maybe you'll find that you really are okay!

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