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I Remember

I Remember
Kay Rice

I remember your smile the first time I saw your face.
That devilish grin, took me back to a familiar place.
The spark in your eyes reminded me of a time
When life was so simple and a crush felt divine.

I remember the first time I saw your tears,
It was the first time you told me ‘No more fears’.
The sadness that caused your soul to cry for me,
Gave me the longing, the desire to be free.

I remember the first time you called me your doll.
The surprise that it caused me on that evening’s call.
The tenderness in the word that you spoke in one name,
Took away all my feelings of doubt and years of shame.

I remember the first time you held me, kissing my lips.
I can still feel the lightning rush from your fingertips.
That one single kiss gave my heart such a jolt,
I could feel my heart beat like a grand thunderbolt.

I remember the first time you lay down at my side,
My fears that day, ran so deep they were unable to hide.
Your gentle touch and your words, I soon fell asleep,
Cradled in your arms and your love so deep.

I remember the day when I saw your strength,
The tests and the measures you took to great length.
That was the day when you gave me your wings,
That was the day you taught me to sing.

I remember the day you got down on one knee,
When you looked up and you asked to marry me.
The love in your heart shown through your eyes,
The day I knew you would never say good-bye.

I remember each morning, through each day,
I hold in my heart each kiss, each word you say.
I know that today will be a memory in a flash,
I know that time with you always goes too fast.

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KAY RICE

And…

And…

Kay Rice
June 04, 2013

And in the silence, he came to me,
Kissed my lips and made me free.
Breaking a spell cast by fate,
Opened the doors, sealed by hate.
Lifting me up to walk by his side,
Facing life with eyes, open wide.

And under the blanket of the night,
He took my hand and taught me to fight.
Placing his heart in my crippled chest,
Taking my own, to heal and to rest.
Breathing into my lungs new air,
Healing scarred skin, naked and bare.

And the crippled, fragile soul he saved,
Stands here beside him, strong and brave.
No longer a shadow, that hides in fear,
No longer to cry, empty, frozen tears.
He kisses my lips, and pulls me in tight,
Every day is a battle, and together we fight.

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DO NOT USE WITHOUT WRITTEN CONSENT OF KAY RICE

Who I am (A Child’s Voice)

Who I am (A child’s voice)
Kay Rice

A childish voice yells, “I’m Batman Today”!
Dressed in pajamas and a sheet for a cape,
A serious pose, holds back his grin,
In HIS world, he’s the hero to all his friends.

A childish voice whispers “Today, I’m a pony”.
I gallop around in a field full of posies,
A happy-go-lucky clap, he mimics for hooves,
and a scarf tied to his jeans for a tail to swoosh.

A childish voice proclaims out loud “Today, I’m a rock-star”!
I sing and yell and I travel so far,
As he dances to the sound of his radio blaring,
and dreams of fans, his name they are yelling.

A childish voice cries out “Today, I am afraid”.
I don’t know what to be or what I have made,
I’m me, but who am I, deep down inside?
I’d like to find out, but today I’d much rather hide.

A young man steps forward, from dreams and school days,
All grown up from childish things, ready to make his own way,
A hero, a mustang, a rock star, he stands tall and with grace,
All his dreams have given him the courage to find his place.

 

Written for my wonderful blessing of a son, Jon.

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KAY RICE

Trees

Trees
by Mrs. Kay Rice

On a tall grassy hill so far away,
Two little trees softly did sway.
In the spring a warm and gentle breeze,
Waking up, from a long winter’s freeze.

Far from each other yet close at hand,
Reaching up from the new warm moist land.
Dancing together through each spring shower,
Each day growing as they began to flower.

Spring turns to summer as each little tree,
Reaches up higher as if trying to see.
The world around them so far and new,
Looking up into bright skies of blue.

Summer to Fall as green leaves turn to gold,
Listening to stories from birds they are told.
Of coming winters when cold winds blow,
And life goes to sleep in blankets of snow.

With the first snow flake the trees bow down,
To prepare for sleep under winters new gown.
Leaning over from their long winter’s nap,
Their branches together began to over lap.

Warmth once again, came to the hill far away,
Calling and waking the trees to a new day.
And as they slowly awoke, what did they find?
That in the cold their branches became entwined.

Now swaying together in wind and in rain,
Their branches grew stronger together again.
As if holding on to each other in sun and storm,
Silent vows given to up the wind and was sworn.

Spring flowers from one were pink and so bright,
The other bloomed flowers so large and pure white.
Branches entwined so one could not tell them a part,
Impossible to know where one ended and the other did start.

Spring turned to summer and then on to Fall,
By now their branches were so strong and so tall.
Lifting branches together reaching up to the sky,
Wrapped together they watched the seasons go by.

Seasons and years passed by as they grew,
Never cracking or falling as strong winds blew.
Their branches keep reaching to the sky up above,
Entwined forever, together, in eternal love.

Mrs. Kay L. Rice
3/12/2010
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(A poem I wrote for my loving husband)