Tag: 1989

My Child

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My child,
In pain he came to acknowledge,
Breathless,
Without a cry,
Without the laughter,
Without the joy,
Without the simple words of…
….mommy.
Oh, as my baby lay in helplessness,
I felt of no worth
For this unawareness to
Conquer my love.
Of what value am I to my child
If I cannot chase the ache,
That I can’t even recognize?
My child,
Clang to me
In desperation for security,
Safety from the hurt.
Yet, I alone in imprisonment,
Was confined behind bars
Of ignorance.
My child,
Fought a battle
Of his own.
And it was God,
And God alone,
That spared
My child.

12-25-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my son Anthoni
Happy Birthday, Jesus! ❤

God, the Miracle

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Times of crisis shall arise,
And God will meet us there.
Misery of heartaches cease,
For God shall take the bare.

Depth of darkened nights will be,
Yet God will be the light
To guide us in the right direction,
One to escape those nights.

Life will ask of new retirements
And try to steal the youth,
But God is there with miracles
That shall bring us to the truth.

Raise your hands in prayer and praise
The God who saves our lives,
And gives us back a peaceful home
To place our restless child.

12-25-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Happy Birthday, Jesus! YOU are a miracle! ❤

That’s What Friends Are For

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That’s what friends are for…
A shoulder to cry on,
A friend in need,
Someone to rely on,
Moral support and great concern,
A pal to share a snack,
Someone to cheer you on
Or pat you on the back,
A dream to share,
A game to play,
Drink a shake,
Once a day,
Someone close to whisper,
And help you do your chores,
Someone to stand by you.
That’s what friends are for.

12-23-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. What a Friend We Have in Jesus! ❤
God is my hero!

Climate Royalty

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Shut the door, it’s cold outside.
You must not let the heat subside.
Only certain heroes fall.
I am different from them all.
If you think you’ve gotten in,
You should just think again.

12-23-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Let me go!
Thank you, Jesus, for getting through and setting me free! <3
God is my hero!

Christmas Joy

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Oh ho ho the joy they have
To celebrate today.
Christmas is the season now,
And they are out to play.
They laugh, they scream.
They jump a lot. Hard to keep control.
It has to be the joy from heart.
For they are happy souls.

12-23-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

Holiday Bandits

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Christmas seems to be a time a lot of people understand,
But somewhere get lost.
They are very appreciative of their friends and family,
But just can’t meet the cost.
They think they have to buy a present of great value,
And try to find the cash.
Crime is at a higher rate. Where is it all coming from?
You shouldn’t have to ask.
So please understand that people are aware and in love with Christmas.
They are just misunderstanding the value.
Don’t be too hard on someone going to great lengths for someone they care.
That someone may be you.

12-22-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

You’ve Escaped

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One more time you’ve spoken to
The woman who’s in love with you.
Why it warms my heart I wonder?
I thought I put your memories under.
Yet they are haunting me.
Will I ever find a way of breaking free?
You are surely not in love.
So why hasn’t my heart given up?
It is not a fair that a memory
Can throw away the linking key.
I wanted to keep you behind the wall
That keeps me from giving you a call.
But once again you have escaped.
Now I must ask, could I do the same?

12-21-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Let me go!

WELCOME!

On By gaillovesgodIn 19892 Comments

Adventure to my house of pain.
I want to drive you all insane.
First I’ll take you to my room
And let you see the face of doom.
Blood and slime, dripping wet.
Spiders hanging from their webs.
You’ll get tangled in the chains
I use to keep my guests restrained.
Knives hang high upon the skulls
Of those I found to be so dull.
Be careful of the skeletons.
Small and large, and bigger ones.
Watch your step along the way.
You just might cross body decay.
Then again you may discover,
Once you enter, you won’t recover.
So once again, I welcome you.
I just can’t swear you’ll make it through.

12-21-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. My old writing is not pleasant at all sometimes.
I am so glad God changed my heart, my life, and my writing!
God is my hero!

Night Writers

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Friends of suicide.
Souls of the misunderstood.
Many thought they escaped.
If only they could.
Turning back the clock
Is a dream to the world.
Everyone is a prisoner to love.
The key is our search.
Friends of the future,
I warn you of death.
It is not the answer.
It’s only your last breath.

12-21-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. God is our escape, the answer to life and death!
He waits to free you!

It’s Your Decision

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God is such a caring man, He doesn’t even ask
That You would be His child, if to you it is a task.
He gives an opportunity to choose your own path,
And when you opt to walk away, it only makes Him sad.
He’s waiting at the gate for you, a paradise at hand.
Won’t you give a little love and try to understand?

12-21-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

Home for the Holidays

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Clean the desk, shut the door.
I’m going home to share
The holidays with family,
Where everyone will care.

I’m tired of fighting crowds to shop,
And waiting for a cab.
I want to see the Christmas tree,
And lights it will have.

I’ll hug my mother and my pops,
And let my spirit flow.
I’ll even grab my fiance
Underneath the mistletoe.

So off to the town of love,
One that I have missed.
I’m going home for the holidays
To share another Christmas.

12-21-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

Ghost of the Sands

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It’s not been so long ago that we took a stretch along this beach.
We walked along the sands until the sun rose in the east.
Wading through the waters, we would share secrets of ourselves.
Dreaming of how the world could change with only our help.
You even gave a thought to me of how you would like to be.
A poet of the literature, creating the warmest poetry.
Your dream is carrying on with me, yet you were cheated short
Of a life you were to retire from at the “death of youth” port.
So when I hear of the ghost who walks the sands,
I remember the soul with whom I held hands.

12-21-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: him