Time To Go

Don’t cry Baby

But it’s time for me to go

I thought our love would save me

But I woke up today and now I just don’t know

Wherever you go, wherever you are

Please take a moment, please don’t forget about me

Th ough in life I might be gone, I’ ll never really be far

I know you’ ll love our daughter, give her much love from me

Death isn’t the end you know

It doesn’t mean that everything has to stop

Th e memories fade, but the love still holds

And this time we had together is always on top

Bluez   Bluez wrote
on 5/12/2009 3:59:44 AM
Wow, Thanks again StarPoet, I was trying really hard to convey those feelings when I wrote this for the book, I really apreciate your thoughts on my work, and enjoy being friends with you.

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 5/12/2009 3:16:40 AM
Great work here Bluez. Your emotion drips so well. Only a heart of pure stone could read this and not feel the depths of your feelings.

Bluez   Bluez wrote
on 4/13/2009 7:33:49 PM
Thank you Scifiguy, that was really cool of you to say, there are parts of this story that still get to me, though I wrote it a while ago.

Bluez   Bluez wrote
on 4/11/2009 9:18:08 PM
Thank you so very much Michele, that was very thoughtful and caring of her to leave that with you, it must have some really deep thoughts and lessons she left behind for her loved ones. Thanks for that too, they both work and promote another band, and since that band wasn't playing Thursday and we were, I asked if they would help us out with the crowd and they really came through for us, very gracious of them.

Michele   Michele wrote
on 4/11/2009 11:17:06 AM
Very good--I got something like that from my mom--she had written a journal she kept secret from everyone(meant for me-she wrote me a note in the front cover for when I would find it) and left a poem folded up inside it for after she passed--I cried all day--in six years I've only been able to read the journal once--it was about her feelings on coping with cancer, appreciation of the seasons, nature, her kids, seeing one more Christmas, etc--it was written on and off over 5 years. She left a twin journal-blank-which I know was a big hint for me to write. I call mine 'Notes of Gratitude'. I like your new picture.

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This is a poem from my next book, "Servant of Evil" when the "hero" finds a poem his recently murdered wife left behind because she knew that her time was coming soon.
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