EULOGY

A word or two for the deceased.
The soul buried beneath the soil.
One who cannot speak for themselves
at the one time they have everyone together.
What would they say?
You’d be surprised.
They would confess their
Resentment,
Their pain,
Their hurt.
My words would be…
…alas you are all comforted to know
That I am relieved of the ache.
I can no more be deceived.
No longer will I be lied to.
Or played the fool.
I am dead.
And also – no longer loved!

10-29-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

David

David, how do I explain?
I don’t understand it myself.
I guess it’s just an open book,
I desperately need help.

You are so sweet.
You hold back so much.
Why don’t you argue?
Or even cuss?

Mending this friendship,
Would it survive?
How is it after death,
We are revived?

10-29-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Davey D. (aka Homey)
One of our early arguments that I can’t even remember now. 😉
Me and God love you, Homey! ❤

ADDICTION

Forgiving is a task.
Yet, I must ask.
My sins of confession
Are of my obsession.
Could I come to resist
The temptation that persists?
Help me to endure the wait,
Of the things in my life so great.
I am within the addiction.
It is a lifelong conviction.
Yet if I want to keep living,
I must ask for Your help and forgiving.

10-28-1989 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

God Knows 10.27.1989

God knows exactly what He’s doing.
He knows what’s for the best.
Sure we have to prove our love.
But believe me, you can pass the test.

Stop holding onto falling stars
And passing wishing wells.
Everything you’ve dreamed of
Is alive and living well.

Just take a look at what you have,
But from a different point of view.
God has selected your blessings,
And He’s given them each to you.

10-27-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my mother

Another Murder

How many more will die
The victim to a crime?
When I turn around,
There is another one down on the line.
In the river, it’s becoming
A familiar place to die.
How many more will suffer?
And please tell me, Why?

10-29-1989 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: S.H.
A friend for life or death.

Young Girls

We tell secrets.
We laugh a lot.
Things of tragedies,
We haven’t forgot.
Best friends, twin sisters,
We really love each other.
But there will be a day,
We won’t see one another.
We play games.
We giggle at things.
We find songs.
We love to sing.
We play house.
We play braves.
We find an entrance
To our graves.

10-18-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: dear friends ❤

With Jesus

With Jesus,
I can move the mountains,
And set the world on fire.
With Jesus,
I can conquer the world,
And have what I desire.
With Jesus,
I can raise the dead,
And hold them in my arms.
With Jesus,
I want to live forever,
And feel so loved and warm.

10-18-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire