From Washing
Away the Pain
By Kenneth Esrig
THERE IS A HOLE IN MY HEART
There is a hole in my heart that does not bleed
A hole in my heart that burns round the clock
There is a hole in my heart from an unexpected loss
There is a hole in my heart when will it stop
An arrow makes a hole that sewing can repair
This is a hole made only by despair
The mending is slow and fixed only with care
A hole so big, can it ever be filled?
It takes love and support
To fill this hole in
A hole in the heart can take many forms
An absence, a loss, a failure of course
Don’t buy any thread
No shovel or sand
This is a hole that only time mends
From Washing
Away The Pain
By Kenneth Esrig
IS LIFE A BOWL OF ANYTHING?
Is life a bowl of anything
Or are cherries just for fun
How much is really important
When all is said and done
Who cares how much wood a woodchuck chucks?
When the forest is cut down
A bird that flies away in time
Nests on telephone poles prime
The view we have is from the top
We think the good times never stop
The most important things today
Are just thoughts another day
After the pettiness of life
Takes a drastic turn
Look back and count your blessings
Those given and those you earn
When time fast forwards way too far
And all that remains is a dreadful scar
Look back at things you once held dear
Look at what silliness caused a tear
These thoughts were always known but rushed
And how many times must we be crushed
To learn the lesson of the day
Make sure I love you, you always say!
From Just
Getting By
By Kenneth Esrig
A PICTURE BRINGS A MEMORY FLOOD
Look in the box they left behind
As you do, your thoughts unwind
The picture you hold in your hand
Shows a happier time when life was grand
All people in the picture too
Have happier memories just like you
They remember how it used to be
When all your thoughts were wild and free
Each picture brings a memory flood
Washing away the hurt or blood
The time to take a picture out
Is long before you want to shout
Place them all around your home
Put the best ones right by the phone
While you talk about the bad
Look at a time before you were sad
Pictures don’t have to have great resolution
They can provide a soothing solution
Throw the bad ones in the mud
Keep only ones with a great memory flood
From Ice
Forms On My Soul (Am I awake?)
By Kenneth Esrig
CHILD COME SMILE FOR ME
Child come smile for me
I am old and it’s hard to see
Your hand is small and soft and new
Mine have spots and wrinkles too
Come and give me a little hug
Not too rough and please don’t tug
Let me help you brush your hair
Child they are wrinkles please don’t stare
I love you child with all I know
You too grandma I love you so
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