His Path Home

On Sunday April 5th, I wrote this poem in memory of our nephew Markie.
We had went to the hospital and stayed with him for a while then said our goodbyes.
It was a long sad day and after we finally got home i found myself unable to sleep.
Maybe it was all the coffee I drank throughout the day.
Maybe it was all the stress of the day.
Maybe it was both.
I felt like writing, so I grabbed a pen and paper and flowed with it.

This is what I wrote:

HIS PATH HOME

He crept away in the morning light.

No one knew as he slept nice and tight.

The day passed by as in slumber he stayed.

Until night, when checked on, his breathing was swayed.

They took him away that night for his life to saved.

But we didn't know his path had already been paved.

He wanted his pain to end - The Lord heard his cry.

He was to take him home with Him and we had to say goodbye.

Such a young life, to have to leave this earth.

But God had other plans for him to go do His work.

No day will go by when we will not think of him.

All good times and the bad, with a sad face or a grin.

He is finally at peace where he always wanted to be.

We should think of him not sadly, but with happiness and glee.

Dear Markie we will always love you with all of our hearts.

Counting the days until we'll be with you - when from this earth we will part.

Rest In Peace Sweet Prince

Mark C. Case

9/5/87 - 4/5/09

*****We miss you and love you very much!!!*****

My Wings

Some days I don't know

where I find the strength

to rise from bed.

So many things weigh

down my mind, like

hopelessness and dread.

I know the Lord is

with me, helping me

to do good things.

He's my strength and my

courage. He's my rock,

he gives me wings.

I don't know how I

get through some of

these long, hard rough days.

He guides me through

it all. Shows me his love

in oh so many ways.

I just wish that I

could get over this

great big brick wall.

Or find a way around it

so I don't stumble

or even fall.

Still I know HE

is with me on this

journey that is my life.

HE'll be with me through

more hard times too,

and help me through with strife.

LOST

I'm an unhappy soul,

though I put on a good face.

I feel like I don't belong,

always struggling to find a place.

In this thing I call my life,
something isn't just quite right.

Sometimes I feel the need to leave

to spread my wings & just take flight.

Yet something always keeps me

here in this lonely place.

Most times I feel smothered

by many things, I need space.

I hope I find my way.

I hope it comes real soon.

I'm tired of this feeling,

out of whack, out of tune.

I pray the Lord will spare me.

Bring me light, show me the way.

I put my faith upon him...

NOW, ALWAYS & EVERYDAY!!

January Gem

This poem was written exactly 12 years ago today in honor of my niece Krystal's 1/23 birth!
So, in honor of her 12th birthday, I'd thought I'd post it:

KRYSTAL IN JANUARY

She was born early on a

mild January eve.

This newborn life is my new niece.

This I cannot conceive.

Her father my brother,

and I find it hard to believe,

that my younger sibling is now a dad.

I am trying hard to perceive.

Remembering us as children,

telling jokes and playing games.

Now he is a full grown man

and nothing is the same.

A new daughter he now has.

A new bride he will have, too.

This precious baby is a gift from God;

she is loved by more than a few.

Her name is Krystal Lynn you see,

as fragile and beautiful as

a fine gem can be.

M. Kelley

1/24/97

I Cried The Other Day

I cried the other day
for a little girl lost.
She was batted around

and then out she was tossed.

They found her remains

out by the roadside.

Her mother in jail

behind her lies she can't hide.

This poor little soul

so precious, meek and mild.

How could someone do this

to a poor innocent child?


I cried the other day
for a boy with eyes of blue.
His parents' loss rips
at my heart through and through.
His death, from an illness
that he has had for years.
His parents, I bet,
still see his face through their tears.
Their hearts, they must ache
with the loss of their son.
How could they have known
that this day was his last one?


I cried the other day
for all the children gone.
Their lives are a legacy,
their memory lives on.