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Virginia Smith
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My Mama
01/08/03 |
My Mama's name is Martha Sue,
You would'nt believe she's sixty-two.
She is a very Special Lady,
For she decided to keep the baby.
She had a choice, One or Two.
In her heart she knew what to do.
She brought me into, this Great big World,
A curly brown-haired little girl.
She raised me right, for now I see,
Just what my Mama means to me.
I'll love her till the day I die,
Look out folks, she gonna cry.
Cuz that's the way my mama is,
She's always shedding happy tears.
And since your crying happy tears,
Thank You Mama, for Forty wonderful years. |
To: Martha Sue Slayton |
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His Middle Name Is Ray
01/24/03 |
When I was only Seventeen,
And I was still in school.
I had my first baby,
I thought he was so cool.
I didn't tell his Daddy,
I really don't know why.
I thought that I was doing right,
And now I sit and cry.
I always talked about the man,
Who's middle name is 'Ray'.
And how that he would meet him,
Someday along the way.
He is the spitting image,
Of the man that I still Love.
But now he's watching over him,
From Heaven up above.
Now I'll have to tell him,
About his Daddy 'Danny Ray'.
And pray to GOD he'll forgive me,
For keeping him away.
To my son Chad Ray
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The Truth
02/24/03 |
Where is the Truth?
Where did it go?
What happened to Honesty?
Does anybody know?
Please someone help me,
It's important you see,
I'm trying to comprehend,
Why the courts took my son from me.
The Truth was told,
By my side not theirs,
What happens to the child?
When nobody cares?
I've fought in the courts,
Over three long year.
But the lies are still coming,
Cuz still nobody cares.
Today my life is empty,
Our happy home tore apart.
I would have rather let her,
Stab a sword through my heart.
My house is so empty,
It's really not fair,
They gave her my son,
And still nobody cares.
Cory cries and he begs,
Mama, don't make me go back,
But no one will help me,
Cuz it's the money I lack.
He's scared and he's sad,
And he wants to come home,
He misses his room, mostly his toys,
He wants to go fishing with all of the boys.
Even the Lawyers lied under Oath,
But the woman that wanted MY son,
I'm so ashamed to say,
She's the one who LIED the most.
Can someone please help me?
Does anyone dare?
It's A MUST to tell the Truth.
And that's only because ' I CARE '
To My Son Cory Jason
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Angel With Gold Wings
03/02/03 |
I know an Angel with golden wings,
I see him every week.
And if you'd like to see him too,
I'll let you sneak a peak.
They say that Angels can't be seen,
But I know that's not true.
Cuz when you see my Daddy,
You'll see an Angel to.
He's handsome and he's strong,
He carries a heavy load.
God knew that he was special,
So he gave him wings of Gold.
I wrote this for my daddy,
In hope's that he would know.
God is not the only one,
Who gives him wings of Gold...
To My Daddy Charles Slayton
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He's My Daddy
05/10/03
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When I was only six months old,
And didn't have a clue.
My Daddy took good care of me,
He knew just what to do.
He taught me all the things in life,
A little girl should know,
Like how to ride my bicycle,
And don't eat yellow snow.
The years just start to disappear,
It really isn't fair,
Remembering how he used to be,
And now he has gray hair.
Now that I am forty-one,
I still don't have a clue.
That's why I need my Daddy,
To show me what to do.
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Twins Beneath Their Wings
05/11/03 |
 
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My son Chad stopped by one summer day.
He said "Hey Mama, there's a baby on the way".
When I looked at him, with tears of joy in my eyes,
Not knowing then, there were two little lives.
The twins were so warm and snug in their places,
But we would never see their angelic faces.
What the Lord has given, someone else took away,
Violence robbed us of one twin that very day.
Chad was attacked, Kristi tried to defend,
Two angels will pay the price in the bitter end.
Now in the hospital, Pickle's fighting to stay,
He's a strong one, all we can do is pray,
You'll just have to wait, was all they would say,
He too lost the battle, right after Mother's Day.
Now up in Heaven, watching over things,
We have two little angels, with great big wings.
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Stephen's Poem: Freedom Flight
11/25/03 |
Today is October twenty-second,
In the year two thousand and three.
Kilgore, Texas, buried a hero,
Who died for you and me.
PFC Stephen Eugene Wyatt,
Left home to join the fight.
Something in his soldier's heart,
He always knew was right.
In a far and foreign land,
Is where he laid his head.
With Kelly, his beautiful bride,
He'd rather have been instead.
But the easy life was not to be,
For this soldier so brave.
Today a City will lay him,
To rest in a Hero's grave.
He was married in February,
Deployed to Iraq in March.
He traded in his tuxedo,
For fatigues without starch.
A brave soldier he was,
Now a hero he'll depart.
Kelly now holds an American flag,
Where she once held his heart.
In a God-fearing world,
Stephen took his last stand.
His country's what he fought for,
Now he's holding God's hand.
God Bless America,
Where I'm proud to live.
What can we do now?
We have nothing left to give.
He was someone's child,
A young man of nineteen.
He died for me and freedom.
No, it's not just a dream.
God Bless America
And our remaining Troops.
One nation under God,
This fallen hero I salute.
In Memory Of:PFC Stephen Eugene Wyatt
United States Army
1984-2003
This young man is from my hometown of Kilgore TX,
he was Killed In Action in Iraq on October 13, 2003.
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He's Going To Leave Without Me
12/06/03
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My Daddy was a proud man,
Who held his head up high.
I was afraid I would not make it,
Came his time, this life to fly.
I sat three days at his right hand,
I listened to every word he said.
It wasn't me he was conversing with,
But his late Mother, visiting instead.
I whispered,' Daddy is it pretty there?'
Whilst leaning across his bed.
I mopped his forehead with a towel,
This is what he said:
'No Sister, it is beautiful,
But I'm not going there today.
I can't do that to your sweet sister,
After all today is her birthday.
What kind of father would I be,
If I died this special day?
Sherry Ellen would be heartbroken,
Remembering me that way.'
'Now Daddy, that's just not true,
There will be heartache anyway...
I know it's going to mean much more,
Because you're here, not gone away.'
That was my toughest ever week,
Never in my life so sad.
Forced to watch life slowly drain,
From the world's most wonderful Dad.
His last four days I fell so ill,
I did not visit him again.
But he knew I always loved him,
Right up until that bitter end.
I felt this feeling in my heart,
I just wanted to see him today.
But when I called to check on my daddy,
My daughter said, 'Mama, Papa just passed away.'
I knew he was leaving without me,
But only God knew where and when.
I planned to go down later that day,
I'm Sorry Daddy, I missed you at the end.
You used to always ask us kids,
What will you do when I'm not here?
Well Daddy, I'm going to get down on my knees,
And Thank God for my forty-two years.
In Memory Of: Charles Ray Slayton
November 25, 1939/August 18, 2003
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Mama's Heavenly Valentine
04/24/04 |
Wow, it's Valentine's Day,
This one would've been forty-two.
I will forever cherish,
The years I have shared with you.
We may not be together in life,
And yet we're not apart,
You have all our cherished memories,
Stored safely away in your heart.
You are my whole world,
And you have been from the start.
This Valentine's Day all I have to give you,
Is my love, my whole heart.
No matter where life takes you.
And no matter what you do.
I will always be there with you,
We're Soul mates, I love you Martha Sue.
A few of the years were a challenge,
And we raised six kids along the way.
Thirteen grandkids and two precious great,
Don't forget to tell'em Papa loves them everyday?
"And Please don't" YOU "ever Forget"
That the roses are red,
My eyes are still blue.
And no matter where I am,
I will never, ever stop loving you.
I'm with you every morning,
As the sun rises to meet a blue sky.
And I wrap you up in my Golden Wings,
And comfort you when you cry.
So please don't be sad,
On this Valentine's Day.
I'll be right there beside you,
But this year, in a very special way.
When you have a hard day,
And your tears flow in streams.
Just close those emerald green eyes,
I'll be waiting for you in your dreams.
Nothing in this World,
Could ever stop our love.
You will arrive one day to join me,
On the Wings of a Snow White Dove.
Now Heaven is rejoicing,
I'm so very proud, Martha Sue.
You should see the beautiful cloud,
I've picked out just for me and you.
And now the long awaited question,
That's been burning up my mind.
Would you do me the greatest honor,
Of being this Angels Valentine?
I'll see you in Heaven then,
My beautiful, loving wife.
And let me thank you once again,
For touching every piece of "My Life."
Happy Valentine's Day, I love you Mama,
And you will always be, the Love of My Daddy's Life.
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Podge
05/10/04 |
I sit here crying alone this time,
Holding my broken heart in my hand.
Sad thoughts flood my confused mind,
They're so hard to comprehend.
Will I make it through this Podge,
Does the heartache ever end?
Five months ago I buried my Daddy,
Today I have to bury my Best Friend.
You blew into my life like a tornado,
When I was struggling to meet ends.
Now a short twelve years have past,
I am truly honored, you called me your friend.
I was junkie drowning in drugs,
My life was going nowhere.
Still, you put your arms around me,
All you said to me was, "I Care."
If I had not taken that given dare,
And went to the College that night.
I would not be writing this poem for you,
And no doubt I would have lost the drug fight.
What would our life have been like,
If we never shared all these tears?
Where would I be this very moment,
Without you in my life for twelve years?
I could talk to you about anything,
You were my Angel from above.
You always gave me your opinions,
And reminded me of your Special love.
Podge I thank you for Cory Jason,
He was born because of you, it's true.
But there's one thing he and I refuse to give up,
And that is, we will never stop loving or needing You."
I'm not too proud to say to you,
"My sweet Podge, you were so right".
You fought the Cancer, but you did not lose,
You're a winner, cuz your in God's arms tonight.
Cory Jason loves his Granny Podge,
And I love you very much too.
Our lives are missing another Angel,
Mona Lee Rogers, that's you.
Rest in Peace our Cherished love.
Please keep watch over Us from above.
In Memory Of Mona Lee Rogers 09/23/1943~01/27/2004
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