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Post by Tawnya on Aug 16, 2005 15:54:13 GMT -5
Song and poem dedications.
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Post by Tawnya on Aug 16, 2005 16:04:14 GMT -5
To my father, who held our family together, and taught me that I can do anything I put my mind to...
([word change by me] (my dad had black hair before it turned white))
[glow=red,2,300]Silver Haired Daddy[/glow] ~Gene Autry
In a vine-covered shack in the mountains, bravely fighting the battle of time is a dear one who's weathered my sorrows, tis that silver-haired daddy of mine.
If I could recall all the heartaches, dear old Daddy, I've caused you to bear, if I could erase those lines from your face and bring back the gold to your hair.
If God would but grant me the power just to turn back the pages of time, I'd give all I own if I could but atone to that silver-haired daddy of mine.
Oh, I know it's too late, dear old Daddy to repay all those sorrows and cares, though dear Mother is waiting in heaven just to comfort and solace you there.
If I could recall all the heartaches, dear old Daddy, I've caused you to bear, if I could erase those lines from your face and bring back the [black] to your hair,
if God would but grant me the power just to turn back the pages of time, I'd give all I own if I could but atone to that silver-haired daddy of mine.
I'd give all I own if I could but atone to that silver-haired daddy of mine.
[glow=red,2,300]Daddy's Hands[/glow] ~Holly Dunn
I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer. And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare. You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines. Years of work and worry had left their mark behind. I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight, And patted my back, for something done right. There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man, But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´. Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong. Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle But I´ve come to understand. There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled. Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed. If I could do things over, I´d live my life again. And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´. Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong. Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle But I´ve come to understand. There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´. Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong. Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle But I´ve come to understand. There was always love ..... In Daddy´s hands.
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Post by Tawnya on Aug 17, 2005 17:05:16 GMT -5
To my mother. She's been gone 18 years now. I miss her as much as ever.
[glow=red,2,300]Maridine Lee Blakeslee[/glow][glow=red,2,300](May 30, 1946-August 14, 1987)[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]You Were Always There[/glow] ~Donna Fargo
Can't remember my first mem'ry of you you were always there And now I know I never knew you well But I was just a kid and you were always there to pick me up everytime I fell And you always warmed a blanket to wrap around my feet When you tucked me into bed to say my prayers And I'll bet I never thanked you among all the other things That I took for granted cause you were always there
Yes you were always there so we never took the time For you to tell me your dreams and me to tell you mine And we never took the time to talk of love and happiness And life and death and heartache and pain and loneliness
Why I don't even know if you were happy or if you could have been Or if you could have one wish, what would it be Or what would you do differently if you could live again And were you glad that you gave life to me
And I'd give anything to tell you that I'm glad that you were born But you'll never hear the words I've learned to say Cause before I got to know you, you died of loneliness And they tell me I grew up and moved away
Yes you were always there so we never took the time For you to tell me your dreams and me to tell you mine There were so many things that could have been but now we'll never share Cause kids don't know much and you were always there No kids don't know much and you were always there
[glow=red,2,300]My Mother is Always With Me[/glow] ~Tawnya
I still remember, and it still hurts, The crunching metal, an indrawn breath, The crashing glass, a muttered curse, And then...
"Daddy, daddy, what happened?" "We just had a little accident." "Dad, I think my leg is broken." "Tiffany, are you ok?" "Mom?" "Babe?"..."MOM?!?"
And you left us there on that highway, I wonder if you looked back, If you were that voice, whispering, "Just pray...calm down and just pray..."
I remember all the people running, The smell of leaking gas, And I could hear the sirens coming, And then...
"Sir, can you move?" "I think so..." "Are the children all right?" "I think so, I am worried about my wife." "We called 911, Sir, they will be here soon."
And you never moved a muscle, Except to try to lift your head, And even that stopped happening, And I knew that you were dead.
I remember the sound of "jaws of life," They were cutting open our car, And someone said, "Sir, shut off your lights," And then...
"You're going to be all right, hon." "Oh, please, God, please, let my mother be all right!" "Ok, it's ok, just be quiet..." "YOU be quiet, I'M talking to God."
And I believe you were watching over us, To make sure we got out of the mess, I heard the voice telling me to trust, In whoever God is and just pray.
I remember the blood running down my face, The whisper of rain, and still that sickly smell of gas, Leaking out all over the place, And then...
"Can I get a back-board here, please?" "Ok, hon, lift up, just a little...that's it, Would you like to go for a helicopter ride?" "Nooooo!"
And I think you rode in the air with me, Because I could feel you there, And I think you were at the hospital with me, When I was riding in my wheelchair.
And I think that you are still with me, I can see you everywhere, I see you in sunshine, and rain, and choke-cherry trees, Wherever I am, my mother is always there.
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Post by IceQueen on Aug 18, 2005 11:40:11 GMT -5
Now here's irony: It was our Uncle who helped invent the "jaws of life", and they had to use them on his own sister and her family. That sucks.
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Post by Tawnya on Aug 18, 2005 16:44:36 GMT -5
Which uncle?
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Post by Tawnya on Aug 18, 2005 16:53:16 GMT -5
For my son, who would have been six years old today. I love you, Daniel.
[glow=red,2,300]My Little Boy[/glow] ~Tawnya
The only thing I have of you, Is tiny footprints on a page, The only proof that you were here, The little blanket I had made.
They couldn't find your heartbeat, They tried over and over again, All that was heard was awful silence, Where your heartbeat should have been.
I never felt you move, I never heard you cry, But I did hold you in my arms, Said, "I love you," said, "Goodbye."
You'll never have a birthday, Nor any Christmas toys, And there will always be one missing, My precious little boy.
I cry for you now and then, Sometimes I come apart, And the prints that really matter are, The ones you left upon my heart.
[glow=red,2,300]August Eighteenth[/glow] ~Tawnya
Every eighteenth of August, A candle is lit and set out on the porch, Wherever she lives.
And in Heaven, where he lives now, His Grandmother holds him up to the window And points out a tiny spark in the wide, wide universe.
“See that, Daniel? That means your momma loves you.”
She kisses him and goes to the rocking chair Cradling him close in the soft darkness, She croons a quiet lullaby.
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Post by IceQueen on Aug 19, 2005 11:57:56 GMT -5
Duane
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Post by IceQueen on Aug 22, 2005 11:46:31 GMT -5
To Tawnya - I wish we could do it all again. Well, most of it anyway. I would change some things about the past eighteen years, but things weren't too bad up until then.
Hey girl it's me, I just called to tell you hi, Call me when you get this Haven't talked lately so hard to find the time Give the boys a big kiss Tell them that I miss them By the way I miss you too
I was thinking just today About how we used to play Barbie dolls and make-up Tea parties dress up I remember how we'd fight We made up and laughed all night Wish we were kids again My sister my friend
Oh yeah before I forget I met someone I think I really like him I was wondering if I'm jumping the gun By going out on a limb And invite him home for Christmas To meet the family
Seem like just yesterday You brought home old what's his name He had been drinking What were you thinking After dinner he passed out We can laugh about it now We've learned a lot since then My sister my friend
Do you think you could come and see me sometime soon We could just hang out like we used to It's late and I should go But I can't hang up the phone Until I tell you What I don't tell you enough Even though at times it seemed We were more like enemies I'd do it all again My sister my friend
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Post by Tawnya on Oct 4, 2005 23:43:20 GMT -5
To... someone special...
[glow=red,2,300]Changes[/glow] ~Black Sabbath
I feel unhappy I feel so sad I lost the best friend That I ever had
She was my woman I loved her so But it's too late now I've let her go
I'm going through changes I'm going through changes
We shared the years We shared each day In love together We found a way
But soon the world Had its evil way My heart was blinded Love went astray
I'm going through changes I'm going through changes
It took so long To realize That I can still hear Her last goodbyes Now all my days Are filled with tears Wish I could go back And change these years
I'm going through changes I'm going through changes
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Post by Tawnya on May 20, 2006 6:00:53 GMT -5
Oh, come on, you know who it's dedicated to.
[glow=red,2,300]Today I Started Loving You Again[/glow] ~Billie Jo Spears (Merle Haggard did it too)
Today I Started Loving You Again I'm right back where I've really always been; I got over you just long enough to let my heartache mend, then Today I Started Loving You Again.
What a fool I was to think I could get by With only these few million tears I've cried. I should have known the worst was yet to come. And that crying time for me had just begun.
'Cause Today I Started Loving You Again, I'm right back where I've really always been; I got over you just long enough to let my heartache mend, then Today I Started Loving You Again.
Today I Started Loving You Again.
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Post by Tawnya on May 28, 2006 1:57:14 GMT -5
This one is dedicated to an important person in my life: me. This song actually means something to me. It might mean something different to you. I've found I can take a song and make it mean pretty much anything I want it to if I try.
[glow=red,2,300]The Road to Nowhere[/glow] ~Ozzy Osbourne
I was looking back on my life And all the things I've done to me I'm still looking for the answers I'm still searching for the key
The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me It just won't leave me alone I still find it all a mystery Could it be a dream? The Road To Nowhere leads to me
Through all the happiness and sorrow I guess I'd do it all again Live for today and not tomorrow It's still the road that never ends
The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me It just won't leave me alone I still find it all a mystery Could it be a dream? The Road To Nowhere leads to me
The Road To Nowhere's gonna pass me by I hope we never have to say goodbye I never want to live without you
The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me It just won't leave me alone I still find it all a mystery Could it be a dream? The Road To Nowhere leads to me
The Road To Nowhere leads to me
The Road To Nowhere leads to me
The Road To Nowhere leads to me
Ya got, ya got, ya got to lead to me
The Road To Nowhere leads to me
Ya got, ya got, ya got to lead to me
Ya got, ya got, ya got to lead to me
The Road To Nowhere leads to me
Oooooohhh, the Road to Nowhere...
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