Reflections

A mirror holds a greater power than just what your eye may see
It unleashes inner emotion of what you see yourself to be

It is much more than just a symbol of vanity and pride
When you look at your own reflection you’ll realize that you cannot hide

There maybe days when you look inside and want to shy away
You may be feeling discouraged or even in disarray

Then other days you look and smile from ear to ear
And realize how beautiful and special you are to the ones that hold you dear

Remember that no matter how you view yourself to be
You are intelligent, beautiful and special to me

(Poem I wrote for my bride's maids in 2007)

Snowflake

It has been five months now since you passed on that day
No matter how much time goes by I still miss you in every way

You are so far away from me now but still inside my heart
And I know as long as I still think of you we will never be apart

I wear a permanent reminder of you each and every day
It helps me to remember that you are still with me in some way

You symbolize the snowflake that I wear upon my wrist
My baby girl you have no idea how much you are truly missed

And like a snowflake that falls so far from the sky
You too are like that snowflake up there so high

You were so delicate and fragile but so beautiful too
And I guess that is why a snowflake reminds me so much of you

It gives me some peace to know that you are happy where you are
You are now my sweet little angel, my own shining star

And every time I see the snow falling from above
I know that it is your little way of showing us your love

You’re saying, “Mommy I am here, I am in a better place”
“I am the whisper in the wind and the snowflakes on your face”

So now when the snow is falling I look up in the sky
I look up into heaven and let out a little sigh

As I look down and see the snowflake that’s forever there
It is my way little way of saying I still care

I know that one day I will see your precious face again
And when that day finally comes my heart with truly mend

But until that day in heaven when we can meet again
I will think of you when I see snow fall from now until the end

(Another poem I wrote after the passing of my baby)

What Might Have Been

The “what might have been” is the hardest part
When you lose something so close to your heart

The excitement you feel to welcome your little one
Will it be another daughter or maybe a son

Will he have his daddy’s hair and eyes
Or will she be like mommy, beautiful and wise

One day your future seems filled with such joy
Shopping for a crib, a new outfit, or toy

The next day you’re empty yet filled with such sorrow
But I promise that soon there will be a brighter tomorrow

The whole in your heart I can assure you shall fill
Maybe not today or tomorrow but soon I promise it will

It sounds so cliché to say things like this
But soon God will give you more of that new baby bliss

He has a plan that is greater than us
It is hard right now but in that you must trust

My sympathy for you is greater than you know
I love you and I hurt for you so

I am sure that soon our hearts will mend
And on that day our sadness will end

A bond is made when two experience a loss like this
I know what it is like to hurt, to cry and to miss

Everything you are feeling I am sure I have too
The anger, the denial and feeling just plain blue

I want you to know that you are my cousin my friend
And I will be here for you now, always and till the end

(This poem was written for my cousin when she had a miscarriage)

The Woman I Have Become

From the day I was born to the day that I die
The wings that you gave me have taught me to fly

You’ve been there for me in ways no one else could
You have given me advice that no one else would

There were times in my life that I thought I was weak
I was hurting so badly that I could not speak

But you were there to comfort me with a simple embrace
That comfort you gave me was my saving grace

You always told me that I was special, smart and strong
But then again you weren’t afraid to tell me when I was wrong

It hurts me to know that when my life was astray
You were hurting for me in such an awful way

With all of your love and support I have grown
All my crazy times and wild oats have been sown

For my eyes and heart are now open to the future ahead
I have learned to grow from the past and put it to bed

I am now a woman, a mother, a wife
But I will always be your daughter for life

I’m so thankful for all that you have given to me
I appreciate all the things that you helped me to see

The woman I have become is due to the woman that you are
A brilliant, beautiful, kind, wonderful shining star


(This poem I wrote for my mom)

Jaxon

God has sent you an utterly amazing gift from above
Your baby boy Jaxon to hold, cherish and love

Jaxon is a miracle brought to you on New Year’s Eve day
His precious face is sure to bring you joy in everyway

So each night as you hold him and slowly rock him to sleep
Take in every moment and memory for they are yours to keep

Each day a new milestone and adventure is sure to unfold
But as the months turn to years he’ll soon be too big to hold

For one day he’ll be teething and learning to stand
The next he will be stepping up to base with a bat in his hand

So make sure to take the time each day to kiss his little fingers and toes
Because it is hard to imagine how quickly the time truly goes

So the laundry and dishes can wait, let the house be a mess
There is no greater thing than his smile to undo the stress

And sure the hours can be long and the pay is not much
But your heart will be filled with love each time you feel his touch

When you bring a child into this world you experience a love unlike any other
The greatest accomplishment you can achieve in this life is being a mother

If there is only one piece of advice I can give you today
You can never love him too hard, too much or too long, no way

(This poem I gave as a gift to a couple that had their first child after several miscarriages)

Built With Loving Hands

Thank you so much Papa for the beautiful rocking chair.
I know how much went into it, all the hard work and the care.

Every detail was thought out, from the color of the stain to the shiny plaque.
All the hours you spent making sure it would support my teeny tiny little back.

It’s much more than just some wood and some screws to me.
It is a symbol of your kindness and all your love you see.

Now every time I sit in my chair to relax or read a book.
I will remember how much time and care this gift truly took.

This chair is something I will keep for all the days of my life.
Something I will be honored to give to my children when I have a wife.

I will tell them of their great, great grandpa and the wonderful life he lead.
How you always had a story to be told or something funny to be said.

I love you so much Papa and I really thank you so.
I appreciate my rocking chair more than you will ever know.

(This poem was written as a gift to my Grandpa Gene when he made a rocking chair for my son Boston)

A Mother

No one ever told me that being a mother could be so hard
As they grow up it seems to leave my heart scared

I never imagined that the time would go quite this fast
I cannot believe that their childhood is almost in the past

I’ve watched my little girl change and mature everyday
And now I am seeing my little boy grow up in the same way

The dishes, the dusting, the laundry will just have to wait
Instead put your child first and make a play date

I have tried everything in my power to get time to stand still
But I look forward to watching their dreams be fulfilled

I try to be the best mother and friend to them that I can
But I am slowly losing my grip on their little hand

As the years continue to quickly pass us by
They are learning to spread their little wings and fly

Being a mom can be a thankless, tiring, tough job sometimes
But what could be more rewarding than teaching your child their fist nursery rhyme

Everything that you do, everything word that you say
Those little eyes are watching and trying to be like you in every way

So be careful in how you act and the things that you do
Because those little children are bound to end up just like you

A mother’s job is not done when her children leave the nest
That is when a true mother’s job is put to the test

You now have to watch them do things on their own
Whether it is good or bad try not to cast a stone

No matter where life takes them they will always be a part of you
Because no matter their age a mother’s job is never through

(This poem I wrote when I was having a hard time watching my 2 eldest children grow up)

Our Angel

There are so many things that I wish I could say
I have so many questions about why you were taken away

There is so much pain and heartache inside
I know this is the one time that I can not run and hide

There is not a night that goes by that I don’t dream of your face
I will eternally miss you, my angel, fallen from grace

There are so many things I was dreaming for you
I know now that no matter how much I beg they will never come true

There is nothing I wouldn’t give to have you back with me
I struggle to realize that God chose to set you free

There are so many tears but I try to be strong
I try to accept that you are now in Heaven, where angels belong

There is not a moment that passed that I don’t feel your love
I just want you to know that you were truly a gift from above

There will never be a day I say a final good bye
I know that we will meet again one day in the sky

There will always be a place for you in my soul and in my heart
I want you to know that we are never truly apart

(This is a poem that I wrote after losing my baby girl at 5 months pregnant)

My Mother, My Hero

Even though we were thousands of miles apart
There was always a special place for you in my heart

You were my savior and my mom before I knew your name
Once we were united our lives would never be the same

I was your son and your child before I saw your face
You were my hero, my mother, and my saving grace

I believe it was fate that brought us together that day
It just proves to me that God works in mysterious ways

Now that the years have gone by and I am a man
I now am fully capable to appreciate and understand

It is truly a gift when you adopt a child and share your love
It is more than just a choice but a blessing from above

And now that I am a parent myself, I have been able to see
How to give back the amazing gift that you have given to me

Adoption is a choice made with your heart and soul
It is a choice that makes your life fully complete and whole

Thank you for being the loving and caring mother you are
You are truly and inspiration sent to me from afar



(This is a poem that I wrote from my husband's mother as a Mother's Day gift-he was adopted at 6 months from South Korea)