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Poems From the Heart
Written 5/5/05 by:
Paul Carey - Age 14
Mom and I
I've learned that your outlook changes
When your whole life rearranges.
All because of this disease,
Every night I get on my knees,
And pray,
That some day,
It will all go away,
And it will all be okay.
This huge speed bump's
Got me down in the dumps.
I'm hoping for a miracle
Instead it's made her satirical.
I hope it's not as bad empirical
But in theory she's got two to five years
And already a million cried tears
With a million new fears
Because anything can happen
If this can happen to us.
I don't think it's just
But God does what he must.
Everything has a purpose,
And even though on the surface,
I seem fine,
But inside,
It's a whole other story
It's a fight inside my head
And the battlefield is gory.
It's been awhile
Since my heart smiled
'Cause it's all riled
Up.
It's had enough.
I just want her better.
This whole family's been weathered.
Now we're closer together
And will be forever,
But now we know that forever
Is closer than ever.
No hope more whatsoever,
And you can't just act "whatever"
It's not something you can shrug off,
Forget about,
It's not a path you can reroute.
I wish we had more time.
I wish I could just push rewind,
And go back to the good times
When she was in her prime
And forget about this faultless crime.
They say she'll go to a better place
But it'll hurt too much missing her face,
Her smile, her dimpled chin,
Ill have no one to tuck me in,
No more good advice,
Lectures about life,
No more late nights
Watching home movies.
No more rubbing my back trying to sooth me.
It hurts to even think of life without her
It's like a fountain without water,
Day care without toddlers,
5K without walkers,
Laughter without a smile,
Superstar without style,
Face with no profile,
Egypt without the Nile,
A Poem without a title,
A Word with no definition,
Gun without ammunition,
Fight without opposition,
Math without addition,
Young boy without ambition,
Genius without intuition,
Louis without Clark,
A tree with no bark,
A house with no yard,
Poker without cards,
Prison without guards,
Without bars.
We're two inseparable things,
We're a bird and its wings,
A rapper and his bling,
Kid and his swing,
Trampoline and its spring,
A Bee and its sting,
Monarchy and its king,
Pong and ping,
Martin Luther King
And his dream,
Guitar and its strings,
A bell and its ding,
Phone and its ring,
Sprained wrist and its spring,
My support,
My lighthouse for life,
My father's wife,
We are two inseparable things.
Mom and I.
Written by:
Paul Carey - Age 14
Footprint in my Heart
In my room the footprint hangs framed on my wall.
It represents the love for my mother.
It represents a fundraiser for ALS patients across the nation.
It represents eighty thousand dollars of hard work.
It represents five-hundred-fifty-plus walkers.
It represents records.
But for all that that hanging footprint stands for,
It means nothing compared to the footprint my mom has left in my heart.
It will never wear away.
It represents the lasting impact my mom will have on me now and forever.
It is permanent, fixed as if she placed her foot in the cement before the sidewalk in my heart had time to dry.
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