THE COLORS IN MY WORLD (each day i will add a new one)

[roadkill]

as i try to slow my mind down...the only pictures that are playing are dark and gloomy...there is enough darkness in this world...so tonight there will be no picture to paint...the only thing that is light is a poem i wrote for my daughter as i was battling the cancer a few years ago...we were having some disagreements as she was going through her teen years...we had a hard time seeing eye to eye on some topics and choices...years later when i was diagnosed i wrote her this poem..i hope you enjoy it

BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER
writtenby Ken J. C.
SOMETIMES AS A DAD
THINGS CAN BE A MESS
I DON'T ALWAYS GET IT RIGHT
AND THAT’S MY FAULT I GUESS
SOMETIMES MY EDGES ARE ROUGH
MY WORDS NOT SO SMART
BUT IF YOU LOOK DEEP INSIDE
YOU'LL FIND A SENSITIVE HEART
YES DEEP WITHIN THAT HEART
THIS I KNOW TO BE TRUE
YOU'RE MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER
AND I LOVE YOU.

[sexysadie]

Originally Posted by roadkill

as i try to slow my mind down...the only pictures that are playing are dark and gloomy...there is enough darkness in this world...so tonight there will be no picture to paint...the only thing that is light is a poem i wrote for my daughter as i was battling the cancer a few years ago...we were having some disagreements as she was going through her teen years...we had a hard time seeing eye to eye on some topics and choices...years later when i was diagnosed i wrote her this poem..i hope you enjoy it

BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER
writtenby Ken J. C.
SOMETIMES AS A DAD
THINGS CAN BE A MESS
I DON'T ALWAYS GET IT RIGHT
AND THAT’S MY FAULT I GUESS
SOMETIMES MY EDGES ARE ROUGH
MY WORDS NOT SO SMART
BUT IF YOU LOOK DEEP INSIDE
YOU'LL FIND A SENSITIVE HEART
YES DEEP WITHIN THAT HEART
THIS I KNOW TO BE TRUE
YOU'RE MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER
AND I LOVE YOU.

That is so beautiful. I'm so happy that you've decided to share that with everybody Ken..you're a terrific dad..

[buttercups]

Originally Posted by roadkill

there is a full moon high in the star filled sky...the thin clouds drift slowly across the moons face...the moon's glow penetrates the soft thin clouds...highlighting the edges as if a flashlight behind lace...laying on my bed roll i look high into the night sky and see a shooting star zip across the darkness in an arc as if it is following the most outer layer of the earths's surface...i close my eyes and feel the feathery touch of an angel's wing wraping around me..enclosing me in it's warmth.. as protection from the evil that is in this world...i feel the cooling effect as a butterfly hovers just above my face...the wind through the pines brings a familiar scent gently to my nose...i hear the whipperwill coo for his mate off in the distance...i begin to feel safe...protected by all that is not good and right..the sound of the rustling leaves from a nearby dogwood as the soft wind glides past... it seems to be calling me to rest...i drift into the other realm where my mind will rest at least for the moment.

That is beautiful!

[roadkill]

Originally Posted by buttercups

That is beautiful!

thank you buttercups for your reply
hugs

[roadkill]

Originally Posted by sexysadie

That is so beautiful. I'm so happy that you've decided to share that with everybody Ken..you're a terrific dad..

thank you sadie...i had asked her a week or so ago if she would mind....she gave me the ok to post it as it was a very special thing just between us...she says the time is right to share some of my poems and writtings..maybe i will start a book...lmao...i don't know...thank you Sadie for you kind words...i like to think i did the best that i could raising my kids.
hugs

[sexysadie]

Originally Posted by roadkill

thank you sadie...i had asked her a week or so ago if she would mind....she gave me the ok to post it as it was a very special thing just between us...she says the time is right to share some of my poems and writtings..maybe i will start a book...lmao...i don't know...thank you Sadie for you kind words...i like to think i did the best that i could raising my kids.
hugs

If you write a book, I'll buy it!!!..You're more than welcome sweety..hugs..

[roadkill]

Originally Posted by sexysadie

If you write a book, I'll buy it!!!..You're more than welcome sweety..hugs..

i would never sell one to you...you would have a free copy sweety...after all i will need someone to proof read it...lmao
hugs missingyou

[sexysadie]

Originally Posted by roadkill

i would never sell one to you...you would have a free copy sweety...after all i will need someone to proof read it...lmao
hugs missingyou

I would be honored Ken..thank you...I miss you too.

[roadkill]

as my mind begins to slow there is a picture coming into focus...i see a field of corn rows...an old rustic barn that the wind rushes through...the weather beaten sides are a bluish gray from the rains that have been absorbed into the grain over the years...i see a small two story wooden farm house...with smoke emitting from the chimney...the smell of homemade bread baking in an old wood cook stove fills the air...my mind goes back in time to when i was no bigger than toddler...in my blue denim overalls i sit at a table that i can barely see over...there are fresh apples being peeled by my mother...as she prepares a fresh apple pie for baking...she hands me a slice and smiles at me...i take the sliced apple and look up into her brown eyes that sparkle like two gems from a pirates treasure...she begins to roll out the pastry dough...sprinkling flour on to the large wooden table...i see through the window my grandfather picking the ears of ripe corn by hand...his dog tedy following by his side...the sun is begining to lower and the smell of baking bread and wood smoke over take my thoughts...i turn to my mother and she lifts me back up into my chair at the table and kisses my cheek...i watch intensely as she goes about preparing the evening meal of beef stew, fresh bread and a deep dish apple pie for dessert. my eyes close and my mind slows to a crawl where it comes to rest...at least for the moment

[Angy]

Originally Posted by roadkill

as my mind begins to slow there is a picture coming into focus...i see a field of corn rows...an old rustic barn that the wind rushes through...the weather beaten sides are a bluish gray from the rains that have been absorbed into the grain over the years...i see a small two story wooden farm house...with smoke emitting from the chimney...the smell of homemade bread baking in an old wood cook stove fills the air...my mind goes back in time to when i was no bigger than toddler...in my blue denim overalls i sit at a table that i can barely see over...there are fresh apples being peeled by my mother...as she prepares a fresh apple pie for baking...she hands me a slice and smiles at me...i take the sliced apple and look up into her brown eyes that sparkle like two gems from a pirates treasure...she begins to roll out the pastry dough...sprinkling flour on to the large wooden table...i see through the window my grandfather picking the ears of ripe corn by hand...his dog tedy following by his side...the sun is begining to lower and the smell of baking bread and wood smoke over take my thoughts...i turn to my mother and she lifts me back up into my chair at the table and kisses my cheek...i watch intensely as she goes about preparing the evening meal of beef stew, fresh bread and a deep dish apple pie for dessert. my eyes close and my mind slows to a crawl where it comes to rest...at least for the moment

That was beautiful Ken, the pictures that you draw seem so vivid ... I can picture it in my mind's eye ... thank you when you write that book you can include me in the list of people who want a copy