Smile My Children

Smile my child,

My baby boy,

Don’t you ever let down your head.

Don’t cry,

I don’t like your tears to show,

Don’t let them flow.

Smile my little wonder.

My little girl,

Let me see those big eye o’ yours.

Sweet little face.

Smile my greatest treasure,

Hold the glory o’er your head,

Be the trouble in my eyes,

Fly above all else.

Be my queen,

Be my king,

Shine above me,

Show me something.

Be my freedom,

Search my secrets,

Show me greatness,

Show me wonder.

Light the sky,

Feel the ground,

See the reflection in your eyes.

Smile my greatest treasure,

Hold the glory o’er your head,

Be the trouble in my eyes,

Fly above all else.

See me.

See my smile,

Shine bright above me,

Be mine.

Be my queen,

Be my king,

Shine above me,

Show me something.

Be my freedom,

Search my secrets,

Show me greatness,

Show me wonder.

Reach the heights,

Show the greatness,

Show my smile,

And believe in me.

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[Smile, (x4)]

Smile my children.

J

My Sister

It started off so long ago,

In a parking lot,

Exchanging names and sweets.

We were so young,

So naïve,

We thought tomorrow was like yesterday.

Then skip to many years later,

We still go to the same school,

IT’s littered with little children separated into groups.

We thought differences were different,

And normality’s were great,

But one thing I loved about you is that you think,

That . . . .

Differences and Normality’s don’t exist.

You live life like you have freedom,

Always the ‘rebel’ seeking for adventure,

Taking on the highest mountains,

Traveling over 100ft walls,

Breaking all those complicated words,

And living to your full extent.

Were older now,

Making new things happen,

Lives are changed,

And our paths are uncrossed,

I don’t know if your shoulders are broad enough to hold it all.

So let me request to let me share that load,

Let me in so I wont be invisible in your life.

You live life like you have freedom,

Always the ‘rebel’ seeking for adventure,

Taking on the highest mountains,

Traveling over 100ft walls,

Breaking all those complicated words,

And living to your full extent.

Oh wont I,

Oh wont I be,

A sister to you.

We were so young,

So naïve,

We thought tomorrow was like yesterday.

Poppy

In a field you are free,

In a time intertwined with your soul,

To be free,

Its to be and of itself.

You are dead,

Long gone from this world,

But in fact your glow of the soul,

Is shining down on us much like the sun would.

You are still my Poppy.

Like the name of a flower,

but its meaning is,

You are my grandfather.

Still the warm-hearted gentlemen you were,

You look the same and talk the same,

Even walk the same too,

Only the difference is.

Is that you live without us in a world of peace and harmony,

A world that is created only for the souls of the once living.

A world where death is an uncommon thing,

Because once souls descend,

They cannot die.

A soul can reincarnate,

But infact a soul could neither die nor could it be alive,

Because of it being already in another dimension.

Dying is only a side effect of being alive,

Or in a sense.

The unfortunate side effect perhaps.

But being sick is the side effect of everything major in this world.

Being free means to be without sickness,

Be unknown in the lands,

To be another ‘thing’ or ‘thought’.

To become one with the nature and life that surrounds you and eventually open the gate.

Try and become another part.

To seize the moment and become a light,

To show us the real you,

And to show us your not really gone,

You still protect us and you’ll always be.

But here in my heart is where I think you are,

Because all of the stuff that you talked about to me,

Is still here in my heart,

Still here waiting for me to see,

That you are still here with me.

My Poppy,

My Grandfather,

A Great-Grandfather,

A Husband,

A Brother,

An Uncle,

A Son.

A Father,

And best of all a Keefe!