Just For You

A small collection of Poems Written

Just For Mike and Dan

SPECIAL

So many may see what you can NOT do

So many are those who shy away from you

So many remain ignorant to your needs

How extremely sad it is that they choose to loose out

from sharing that special love you have to give.

How very simple is your perception,

Yet how deeply your wisdoms runs.

How wonderful life would be if the rest of us

Could see what you see.

Excuses, Excuses is all that some can see,

They fail to see that this is our REALITY.

Many are they that ask " How do you do it all alone?"

I simply say to them " How can THEY do it alone?"

What it is they fail to see , We can only do it

Because of who lives inside of you and me..

He has blessed me with Special qualities,

And knew how very Special you would come be..

That is why He gave me to you and you to me.

I thank Him day by day for blessing me

For I can not imagine my life without you

If not for you, There may not have been a life in which for me to be.

                                                     - Debilyn

They

This earth needs more...These special ones, simply adore,

Clouds of mash potatoes, or far away places, kingdoms at their door.

They are the knight, strong, frutile, wearing their armor.

We, the meek, trying to see, the light thru their door.

People in radios, fairies in folklore.

Innocence galore,

Gawd, How i adore The special ones,

Happiness to the core. planets to far for the eye,

languages never spoken before.

What do they dream about, what do they explore?

They can open a window, open a door

They are the rich, we are merely the poor.

                          - Charibeth

Innocence of Daniel

And the man stands on the corner..

looking for his fix

"mommy , why dont we buy him some new shoes ?"

The mother hustles and panics.

And the lady on the next corner

barely dressed, lipstick of red, selling her tricks

"mommy, she has nice clothes huh?"

The mother fastens the pace, afraid to see ahead.

And the kid on the corner, smoking his dope,

"gee mommy, look he smokes just like you do !"

The mother prays for her special child and can only hope..

And the bloody man in the street

Lies there half dead,

"Gee mommy, that man fell asleep in the street"

The mother prays for her special

child and hates to see ahead

And the mother and the son in the street,

Walks on thier way home,

To his land of fairies, dragons, and kingdoms

And hopes this is where he shall forever roam..

                                                                    -by Charibeth      

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