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CHARLES GRIGGS – Page 3
Written about the 5 year old, Alex, in the second year after the fire, around Christmas time while I
worked 3rd shift as the police dispatcher at Allegheny College. After my work was finished
I would read or work with my computer, but a lot of time was just spent ‘remembering’.
(Mostly things I wished I could forget).
worked 3rd shift as the police dispatcher at Allegheny College. After my work was finished
I would read or work with my computer, but a lot of time was just spent ‘remembering’.
(Mostly things I wished I could forget).
I find myself sitting at my desk late at night
Remembering moments gone by
And the times that I cherish the most in my heart
Are the ones spent with my little guy.
He never caused trouble. He never was loud.
He never made me anxious or cross.
And it seems to me now that he’s gone
He is my life’s greatest loss.
I know he’s with Danny and Joey too,
Way up in Heaven above
And I kind of wonder as I contemplate,
Do they know of our heartbroken love?
Do you think they laugh each time they recall
The times they were rascals at home?
When they gave mother fits with their silliness
And she wanted to be left alone?
I realize as I reminisce,
And these thoughts all come to me,
Though they are missed now, still it’s true,
We’re together in eternity!
The years drag by so slowly it seems,
While our loved ones are gone away.
Our best pleasures yet are the ones we get
In memories that are here to stay.
Written after spending Christmas Eve and morning at “Tara”, in Greenville, Pennsylvania.
We heard the most wonderful church choir singing Christmas Hymns downstairs
and were invited to join them. (Shades of ‘The Blues Brothers’)! It was terrific!
It was a church group from Farrell, a VERY tough Pennsylvanian
town in “The Triangle,” well known for illegal drug dealings.
We heard the most wonderful church choir singing Christmas Hymns downstairs
and were invited to join them. (Shades of ‘The Blues Brothers’)! It was terrific!
It was a church group from Farrell, a VERY tough Pennsylvanian
town in “The Triangle,” well known for illegal drug dealings.
Christmas is the time of year when Christ our Lord was born.
It also is when many souls are sad and so forlorn.
They should be, like all the world, so friendly, full of cheer,
But they had loved ones long ago, who are no longer here.
They go to seek a friendly place, some happiness to find,
But no matter where they go, memories flood their mind.
Remembering the joy once shared with family “way back then.”
They hear and see and then they say, “Ah! Remember when...”?
Those days are gone forever now, but memories do not die.
They live with us to reappear each time we question why
Our God took from us those we had and held so near and dear.
He loved them just as much as we, so we should have no fear.
But we are human, prone to doubt. Our faith is worn so thin.
We seek our solace from afar, not bothering to look within,
But God, in wisdom, leads our paths to where we have to be,
Knowing we can thus rejoice. How He loves you and me!
Tara was where we were led and we marvel at the reason.
He knew what He was doing, for us this Christmas season.
The food was great. The room excelled. The view was just breathtaking!
To top it off I have to tell, you’ll never beat the singing!
I understand the group was from a small church up in Farrell,
If I believe what I’ve been told, the folks there live in peril.
But God is not to be outdone. His church folks live there too.
I have heard their singing voices! I wish the world could too!
While working on a poem, other words came to mind. This is the end result.
When we end our days on earth, we will finally get a look
At God standing there before us holding in His hands the book.
Were we rarely true to Him? Was it not His way we’d go?
Will we fear to hear His voice? Will He all our failures show?
Life is sometimes so ironic, living with a fickle fate.
We must straighten up our lives before it is deemed too late.
There is no way of foretelling what our fate will some day bring,
So be true to all that know you. Treat them fair in everything.
It will too soon come upon us when we face our judgement day.
Every single deed we did, every word we had to say,
Will be there just to accuse us, whether it be good or bad,
So be careful in your dealings and on that day you’ll be glad.
Something our Pastor said in a Sunday sermon caused this poem to begin forming.
An E R Doc once wondered why a man whose wife died, wouldn’t cry.
He thought perhaps a hardened heart locked in tears that couldn’t start.
Could any man be so depressed that he’d not show how he’s distressed?
What keeps him from falling apart? Could it be a broken heart?
It’s difficult to comprehend the lack of teardrops for his friend.
Married now for thirty years and yet he can’t shed any tears?
"Please explain why it can be, that no emotion do I see!
If it was my wife", the doctor said, "I’d be wishing, I too, was dead!"
"But here you show no sign of fear for losing one you held so dear.
Do you understand she’ll not return and her last wish you’ll never learn?"
The man looked up and with a smile said, "Hear me out for just a while.
I know that she has gone ahead and waits for when I too am dead."
"Then we can be for evermore, joined again at Heaven’s door
To roam eternity hand in hand. Perhaps some day you’ll understand
That, at the grave love doesn’t end. It doesn’t break, it doesn’t bend.
It simply waits until that day when it’s rejoined, far, far away."
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