Ladyjewels

Tag: Family

  • War through a teenagers eyes.

    Author: ladyjewel

    Now so many years later i close my eyes.
    I smell the man i lost so long ago,
    The paint and thinners he used to wash his hands,(he was a sign writer), the smoke and rich tobacco that always was him,
    His hug was soft and strong.

    The shirt and pants always smeared with greese and paint, he was always fixing or creating something:-) and he always had time to show us.

    And then, that Man was in a starched shirt and smart pants, his jacket was ironed and perfect, the cuffs so smart, and his hug was suddenly not so soft, the cloths were to ruff and formal.

    He had to leave us and he suddenly had no time, they took him away and gave him back for such short times.

    Then one day, two men dressed just like him came, they looked the same, the cuffs were just as perfect.

    They came to say they would not be sending him back,
    They took him and his hugs, his smell and they never gave him back.

    I still smell him in the air like now, but i miss his hugs.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: May 2013
    About this poem:
    I was 13 my dad was in the Rodesian war.
    I miss him

  • Perfect person


    Author: ladyjewel


    Body in the grip of tearing pain,
    Remember to breath, count, mind closed in for those few seconds.

    Heavy, full feeling, pain and pressure, and suddenly..

    You slide out and the pain is gone,
    A small body is placed on my chest, wet and warm,
    I look down and there is a cloud of soft hair,
    A face and body of an angel with the smallest hands,
    You move and seem to curl up into me and my heart swells.

    You are the perfect person, and the wonder is you were made
    Inside me.

    You are MY perfect person and i will protect you always,
    My gift.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: May 2013
    About this poem:
    My children are all my perfect people.