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Someone is special to your heart.
But, as fate would have it,
You will always remain apart.
We met at a cafe,
Our hearts bonded as one that day.
Then we said our "good-byes",
And we went our seperate way.
I think of our meeting;
I have relived it many times.
I've called her on the phone
To try to keep the tie that binds.
As the days turn to weeks,
And then the weeks and months unfold,
I realize one thing:
The memories are all I hold.
-Fred Dampier © 1997
What does she see when she looks in the mirror?
Does she see that wonderful smile?
It radiates the face aglow!
Rather she sees two pouty lips
And lipstick with uneven flow.
What does she see when she looks in the mirror?
Does she see a beautiful soul?
A warm heart that can't be denied?
She thinks that she is coldhearted
At times, pushing her friends aside.
What does she see when she looks in the mirror?
Does she see a shapely figure?
A body that turns heads around?
Instead she sees a pile of clay,
Poured into an uncaring mound.
What does she see when she looks in the mirror?
If she could look through other's eyes.
She would then meet the closest one.
The friend who carried the baggage;
Her other self, the inside one.
-Fred Dampier © 1997
I think of the love that I have missed
Every time I look into your face.
I think of the years that have gone by
Without you, your love I could not taste.
I think of how our love may have been
Every time I look at your picture.
I think of how I want you to be
In my life, a permanent fixture.
I think of the love I have to give
Every time that we talk together.
I think of how our two hearts will bond
I want you forever and ever.
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And now for some dark moments in my life. This was the time when I seemed in great despair and no bright end appeared in sight.
Praise the Lord that He carries us through times like these!
Again, I say enjoy. :)
To take a son from his father
And move him to another,
To tell him that it's all over
Takes a heartless mother.
To let the son weep in his room
All sorrowful and sad,
To know that it won't be again
The happiness he had.
To tell the son there is no love
For mother to give dad,
Cuts open the heart, drains it dry
Of feelings that he had.
To send the son across the land
To visit but a day,
To try and wrap six months of love
In but such a short stay.
There has been so much agony
My son and I have felt.
We wonder why and what we've done
For this hand we've been dealt.
-Fred Dampier © 1987
Christmas is the time of year
To be with family.
I won't see my son this year
For reasons I cannot see.
Each time that he can't be here,
A slice is taken from me
Of the precious times with him
That has filled my memory.
You see, he was just taken
Like a piece of property.
And moved far enough away
Seldom for his dad to see.
I just pray his love will last,
He'll be more than just friendly.
Although he is far away,
He still means the world to me!
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Now, something on the lighter and uplifting side.
If I was a dog
You'd rub on my fur.
If I was a cat
You'd sure make me purr.
If I was a bee
You'd feed me honey.
If I was a rabbit
You'd be my bunny.
If I was a fish
You'd water my bowl.
If I was an ant
You'd dig me a hole.
I'd like to give you
Something my dear lass.
So,
If I was a bean
I'd give you some gas!
-Fred Dampier © 1994
I wouldn't want to be a worm;
They live a lowly life.
Have you seen a worm family?
Or even a worm wife?
They crawl around all in the dirt
And walk so very slow.
Oh, such a dirtly little worm
Who has nowhere to go!
What do they eat? Lord only knows!
They never had ice cream,
Or hamburgers with some French fries,
Or some chili and beans.
They have never been to a mall
Unless they just live there.
And they can't pick out clothes that fit
Or find some shoes to wear.
Nope! A worm's life is not for me,
But, a worm, I don't hate.
I might want to go fish one day
And use him for my bait.
-Fred Dampier © 1998
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Let's get just a bit more uplifted now. . . . . . . Glory to God!
I dreamed that I went to Heaven
After I fell asleep last night.
As I approached the pearly gates
I was met by a shining light.
The light was bright and glowing fine,
But I refused to shield my eyes
For I knew that, behind the light,
My Jesus, Almighty, would arise!
He greeted me with open arms
And could see my love from inside.
He whispered gently, "Welcome home."
My heart burst with joy as I cried.
He showed me my name written there
As He opened the Book of Life.
I could rest and be happy now;
No more would I be torn by strife.
I read that my life begun
Many years into adulthood.
I wondered why I took so long
As, in front of the Lord, I stood.
I kneeled down at His feet last night.
As my dream faded into black.
I praise the Lord that I am saved,
And I know I will not turn back.
-Fred Dampier © 1997
