My sister:

There is a girl I've known since birth,
Who heard me utter my first word,
But may not hear my last,
She never asked how much her love cost,
For what kind of payment would it be worth?
A love that has melted away the frost,
A love that's stronger than the thickest cord,
To see this love I only need to think on my past.


It has been as close to me as my hand in front of my face,
It knows no boundaries and fills every space,
It can be as distant as a mountain,
Yet still pour down on me like a fountain,
It has been as tiny as a grain of sand,
Though louder than a Rock Band,
It, when fallen to my knees, has helped me to stand,
And I've always know it will never leave my hand.


And yet, like the wind you never know it's there until you think on it.


There is a girl I've known since birth,
And I know, to her, how much I'm worth,
For she was there when this world made me cry,
She helped me when I was shy,
She made me laugh and my heart to fly.


Who is this girl you say?
Who has loved me this way?
Well, that would happen to be my sister.

In memory of Mr. Tony Cobb

This is my second poem dedicated to Mr. Tony. I wrote my first one when there was still hope he could make it. This one I had started in his hospital room during his last and wasn't able to finish until now. But through many tears and much heartache it is finally finished.

Dear Angels:

But dear angels in heaven,
If you come to take him at our fathers bidd'n,
If our God has sent you to bring him home,
We must let you come,

Even though the thought of it makes our hearts Tare,
We must allow him to be put in your care,
For there in the Lord's arms he will find a perfect rest,
If this be his final test,
Then let him obey our Father's call,
For that same call will come to all,
Who have fought the good fight,
Through many hardships and strife,
But received many blessings in love,
And have received their help from the father above,

But tell the Lord as you go on your way,
To not let the hearts of those who are staying behind fray,
But give us the comfort and rest we need,
And let this man's life be planted in our lives like a seed,
So we can grow in the same manner,
Let his legacy be known as the good planter,
Who has sown in our hearts the love and fear of the Lord,
He has taught us how to use God's word as a sword,
From him we know how to obey the commandment's of the Lord,
Let the love of God he showed, in us be poured,
So we will not stray from our Father's way,
So we will fellowship with Christ in light,
Let all darkness in us take flight,
And let us remember this great Saint as we keep on fighting each day,

So that when you, dear angels, come in our end,
We will leave this world in peace,
For we followed this man's great legacy,
So when our time begins to cease,
You, dear angels, our Father will send,
To take us to our home with all urgency,
Where pain and tears are replaced,
With joy and songs, and reunion to those we love,
And for eternity this is where we will be placed,
Having communion with those good Saints and with our Lord above,

So dear angles in heaven,
I know you have come,
At our Father's bidd'n,
To take your Saint Mr. Tony home,
While there are many tears,
And many more fears,
For we do not know what our future holds without him,
We know that one day, for us, you will come,
To bring us home,
And there we will again see him,
No more sorrow,
No more pain,
This is our hope for the morrow,
This is why we do not let our praises to you, Oh God, refrain,

We miss you Mr. Tony.......so much. You were such a bright shining light in this dark world. No matter what came, you kept on sharing the love of our Lord even unto the end, but not the end of everything, only the end of your mission and hard work upon this earth. Your strong faith in the Lord still reverberates in our hearts; you were a man of great faith and we only wish we could add up to that. Your legacy is your faith, and THAT....is the greatest legacy in the world. We will continue to press on because we WILL see you again one day. With your content smile and your loving ways. You will be ready for us when we come, you and Mrs. Cindy both, will be standing there waiting for us; ready with a smile and also a joke. "What took you so long?"