The Light Was the Moment

The light was the moment that caught me,
Not the moment I caught the light.
It was so beautiful, so bright, there was suddenly
A feeling of the world being out of sight.
Memories, tragedies, and fantasies
Played with my mental friendliness.
These tear-jerking, once-in-a-lifetime moments
Reminding me of the best.
Hurt and pain was my fondest friend,
As it taught me so well and gave me support,
When love and care and honesty,
Were only the things that made me wonder what we’re here for.
It wasn’t a moment I could escape,
As I was smothered by the warmth and Vision.
The moment the light, had my heart and mind
Make that ultimate collision.

3-16-1994 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Generations of Love

Generations of love have passed
Right down through my veins.
And as I see the love in my son,
I know the love remains.
He is so caring and so bright,
Always enjoying living.
And though he’s more than spoiled by many,
He’s always very giving.
Don’t be down or make a frown,
Or he just might attack.
For just when you have lost your smile,
He wll quickly bring it back.
And certainly, he is a sight
For everyone to enjoy.
For this is why I’m more than pleased
To say I love my boy.

6-10-1990 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: For my loving son, Anthoni