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Our Angel In the Sky

by

Jimmy Sweet

I think about you often,
Our angel in the sky.
No longer in a world of pain,
You’re in a world where you can fly.
I can’t say I wouldn’t rather have you here,
Because God knows that I would.
But what’s done is done, and you’ve flown away,
Leaving a void where you once stood.

But today is not just another day,
It would be the first of your eighteenth year.
But you are not here to celebrate, I realize,
As I wipe away a tear.
You’ve gone on to another place,
And I just hope you found some peace.
A panacea for the endless torment you felt,
Which must have never ceased.

I look at your picture, such a beautiful face,
But what pain must have lain behind those eyes.
To lead you to such a drastic choice,
So you may never see another beauteous sunrise.
You can never find that one true love,
And you can’t witness your tree grow.
Or experience other simple joys in life,
Like the frosty deliciousness of tasting snow.

But perhaps those things brought you no joy,
Perhaps the pain was just to steep.
And in that case, you won’t be missing them,
As you lay in your peaceful eternal sleep.
That doesn’t mean I agree with you,
Because I certainly do not.
You lived a mere seventeen years,
And that’s not giving life a fair enough shot.

It’s the greatest gift that God presents,
Our time here on this earth.
Such a valuable gift of breath and life,
That he presents us at our birth.
But you decided that your gift had more bad than good,
And that it must be returned.
And that because of all of your life’s negatives,
God’s good graces must be spurned.

And that decision is what still haunts me,
And all of those who cared for you.
So much love and goodness you must not have seen,
And I only wish you knew.
For love is the most potent pain-killer,
And if only you would have realized,
Just how much your presence with us,
Was unconditionally cherished, loved, and prized.

Maybe you would have chosen another way,
To deal with all your hurt.
And your soul would be with us, instead of in heaven,
And your body not immersed in lifeless dirt.
But you made your decision, with all its finality,
And now we must pick up the pieces and move on.
And while I pray that you’re happy wherever you are,
It doesn’t ease the pain of you being gone.

But there are nights I know you’re with me,
And the way that I’m aware,
Is because I feel a chill run through my body,
And feel a sensation in my hair.
Your presence is so comforting,
And I just wish I could ask you why,
Did you decide to give up being an angel on earth,
To be our angel in the sky?

The Special Star

by

Jimmy Sweet

The stars have all come out tonight.
They’re shining brightly in the sky.
Providing light against this dreary backdrop,
>From their perch that’s up so high.

The stars all look the same to me,
Tiny specks of bright white light.
Glowing together in perfect harmony,
To create this heavenly sight.

But there is this one special star,
That shines above the rest.
And doesn’t seem so far away from me,
With it’s beautifully unbridled zest.

It seems close enough for me to touch,
But out of my reach at the same time.
And still my eyes remain fixated,
On this star that’s so sublime.

And it appears to grow even brighter,
As this moonless night wears on.
And I dread the impending daylight,
For my star will then be gone.

So I continue staring into the light,
And my adoring eyes go blind.
My heart begins to beat faster,
As it takes over my soul and mind.

It has become a wild passion,
This star that shines so bright.
And it’s the reason I admire from my window,
On every moonless, star-lit night.

My American Beauty

by

Jimmy Sweet

She’s about two-and-a-half feet tall,
And about one-ninth my age.
She makes messes in her diaper,
And sleeps in an open-ended cage.
She has an appetite like no other,
She’ll eat until she’s green.
She’s my cousin, I love her dearly,
And she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I’ve changed a lot over the past two weeks.
I feel like a different man.
Everything was status quo,
Until I felt death’s ice-cold hand.
It has made me stop and think,
About what truly is important to me.
And it has altered my definition,
Of that ubiquitous word beauty.

I used to think that beauty meant,
A pretty smile or a gorgeous bod.
But now I realize it means so much more,
And is found in places that may seem odd.
The changing color of the leaves.
Or the bond between true friends.
Look closely at the world around you,
You’ll find a list that never ends.

At the top of my list is my cousin,
A diminutive bundle of exuberance and delight.
Just watching her explore her world,
Is a genuinely thrilling sight.
Without a care or worry,
She bounces here and there.
And watching her I become entranced,
And can’t do anything but stare.

I love to feed her popsicles,
And see the smile on her face.
Or chew on the opposite ends of a pretzel,
And meet at the same place.
She calls everything "Mommy" now,
Because that’s the only word she knows.
And she’s always so well-behaved and happy,
That’s the only word she needs, I suppose.

One day while I was watching her,
I realized what it is that she possesses,
As she smiled and giggled in a room of sadness,
Wearing one of her prettiest little white dresses.
She has the purity that comes with youth,
A gift we lose with the passing of time.
It’s a trait we have when we are young,
And my little girl in her prime.

It’s before we understand the cruelty of life,
Before responsibility, before stress.
Before we get caught up in the signs of life,
Like what we weigh or how we dress.
Two years old is the age to be,
Because these things have yet to manifest.
You have someone to dress you, feed you,
And to tell you when to rest.

I learned the beauty of all this,
By simply opening my eyes.
I learned that beauty isn’t determined,
By merely looks, or shape, or size.
Beauty lies in life’s simple pleasures,
If we just take the time to see.
And this realization helped me to define,
What really matters the most to me.

Spending time with my cousin,
Simplified my world.
Because everything that is beauty,
I see in this little girl.
When I see the innocence that she lives with,
I think back fondly to when I was a boy.
Innocence is beauty, and,
Beauty is pure joy.

Garden of Love

by

Jimmy Sweet

Do you have a garden of love like me?
A garden seen only by you?
A garden you love to go out and admire,
When there is nothing else to do?

My garden is filled with all roses,
A rainbow of colors to see.
With my one red rose in the middle,
That is the most special to me.

I am always planting new flowers.
Some grow tall while others just die.
The ones that bloom make me smile.
The others tend to just make me cry.

But one thing my garden always provides,
Is shelter and sunlight through the rain.
It soothes me with its velvet touch,
It hugs and kisses away my pain.

It intoxicates me with its smell,
It’s a little slice of heaven from above.
It houses my infatuations and my desires.
It’s my beautiful garden of love.