Is the Love Real?

A Lifetime of Love: A Dedication to Juanita Hagans

From the day I knew
You were to be
Joy and happiness
Instilled in me.
I was so excited
When the time came near
I couldn’t wait
For you to be here.
I knew then my life
Was about to change
I knew then what was
To be your name.
And then it came
The day of your birth
I was the happiest dad
On planet Earth.
A rush of emotions
Coursed through my being
As my eyes gazed at
The wonder I was seeing.
My baby girl!
My precious little gift
That was given to me
And gave my heart a lift.
I will treasure your memory
Till the end of all time
Know also in my heart
You will always be mine.
Even though our time
Together wasn’t that long
Whatever God had planned for you
It couldn’t have been wrong.
And as you look down upon us
From Heaven above
K...

A Lover's Quarrel

In the beginning
We disagreed on
Different things
Here and there
It was to be expected
It’s how relationships go, right?
Throughout and over time
We learned to agree to
Disagree and lay our feelings
To the side all the while
Not realizing the imminent
Danger we put our selves in.
As we sat our truest feelings aside
As we continually swept
Them under the rug
Days go by without kisses
And nights went by without hugs
Then the sh*t hits the fan
Screaming and shouting
We break out the score charts
Not realizing the number of
Knives that pierced our hearts
And like a deflating balloon
Losing its air
Every feeling suppressed
Inside of us is released.
One touch creates a
Domino effect of
Kissed tears and kissed lips
And locked hands and
Embraces so tight
That we cry ...

Is the Love Real?

How do you know
If the love is real?
Is it determined by
The way you feel?

Or is it according
To what they say?
That you're beautiful
And special in every way?

Are the “I Love You's”
Said just to appease?
Is the touching and foreplay
Just a tease?

Are the whispers and kisses
On your neck and ears
Comforting enough
To ease your fears?

Do the holdings and hugs
Warm you to the soul?
Is the love that kind of love
That's worth its weight in gold?

Can they look you in the eye?
And tell you their true feelings?
Or do they hug you to hide
Their face and stare at the ceiling?

So how do you know?
If the love is real?
Is it based on what you know?
Or is it determined by what you feel?

Think about it........

©2002

The Kid and Mrs. Gray

A tiny little journal
Written in 1962
Told a brief story
Of a love so true.
About a young man and woman
With a love so great
It started at an early age
When they were eight.
From that moment on
His life was all about her
His one and only love
My mother.
Although the Army
At times kept them apart
He remained true to his girl
His childhood sweetheart.
Returning from a trip
To Kansas City
He could hardly wait
To see his girl so pretty.
Just to kiss her, love her
And hold her near
To forever whisper
In her ear.
Sharing a lifetime of love
They raised their children splendidly
Passing down values
Of pride, respect and integrity.
With each entry I read
It brought tears to my eyes
To see the love he had for Mother
Could never be denied.
He honored her in this book