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 I Didn't Know

Last year at this time  

I didn't know

I'd listen to Pink on the stereo.

A year ago I said

"Happy valentine's Day"

You replied, "maybe next year would be better someway."

I didn't know we'd cuddle

together each night

Or that your arms around me would feel just right.

I didn't know Taylor Nicole,

your child

Or that the two of you would drive my heart wild.

I didn't know I'd be moving

one hundred miles

So I could see the twinkle in your eyes when you smile.

And I didn't know,

I had no clue

That the man of my dreams would turn out to be you.

So when I look back

on those days past

I didn't know the best would be saved for last.

But on that first day

of spring, 2004

I knew I would love you, forevermore.

Two Long Weeks

What will it be like to hold you in my arms

after two long weeks of waiting?

Three weeks ago I never knew

you were so warm and inviting--

I didn't know how your lips felt against mine,

and I didn't know you had a sparkle in your eye.

But now I wonder what it will be like to hold you in my arms,

after two long weeks of waiting...

Now I know what it feels like with my face against yours;

I know what your breath feels like beside my ear.

I know the sound of your HELLO,

that it makes my spine quiver.

I can't help but wonder what will it be like to hold you in my arms,

after two long weeks of waiting.

I know what it feels like to hug you,

and to feel my hand in yours.

I hear your voice on the phone each day,

or sometimes read E-Mail

But I wonder what it will be like to hold you in my arms,

after two long weeks of waiting--

I hear your laugh and crave your touch,

and your scent still lingers in my memory.

I dream the dream of lovers,

that only my mind's eye sees.

But I wonder, what it will be like to hold you,

after two long weeks of waiting.

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Who Was Crying?

I thought you were crying
I didn't know what I should do,

I thought I heard you crying
I wondered what to do,

I thought I felt you crying,
I felt you shiver,

Should I fein sleep?
So that you won't know I hear,

I thought you were crying
So I asked God what to do,

He said -- Hold him, just hold him
And that's when I found that it was I who was crying,

So, I held him, I just held him...

                                  Written For J.D.                                                          

LOVESTRUCK  

Every rig on the road, reminds me of you,

You're driving for money to pay what's due.

I can't count the times you cross my mind,

While you fight traffic in your day to day grind.

While I'm here with thoughts of us entwined,

You check your load to avoid a fine.

I write that I miss you in my poem,

And you count miles and hours till you get back home.

I think of you at the crack of dawn,

But you're at the wheel with coffee and a yawn.

Apart we have to start our days,

While you're already checking maps to find your way.

I know how much my heart does pine,

Every time I hear that downshift whine.

I listen intently for your joke's punch line,

When you call me while trying to make a deadline.

Daydreaming, I remember the smell of your skin,

And you're cranking down dolleys, again and again.

While I still memorize your touch,

You pick up a new trailer, then get some lunch.

In bed I yearn for you: I'm so Lovestruck,

But your short nights rest, you spend in your truck. 

A Star in the Storm    

 When another night is over                                                                                                                              

And darkness brings the morn,

We at home think of you

You, a Star in the Storm.

The sounds you hear are like thunder

Artillery explodes all around,

And you wait and pray in your bunker

As the bullets hit the ground.

Somewhere you're out there alone

While here, we pray for your strength,

Until all of you come home again

American hearts will ache.

You're out there--getting the job done

And your partner is your gun,

We're here, with our hearts so warm

For you, A Star in the Storm.

A poem written by my son! 

It's an honor for him to allow me to post it here.

I woke up dead this morning.

No feeling in my lips.

I brought (touched) my hands unto my face,

And felt no warmth (touch) with this.

Worse than that was inside me,

Or lacking should I say?

The emptiness that bound me still.

Turned to pain to fill the day.

From this pain I shed a tear,

And ran away to hide.

Which led to tasting salty sadness,

Streaming from my reddened eyes.

I took a breath to cry some more,

And heard an Angel’s voice.

The prayer I sent through instant mail,

Would soon be answered, per His choice.

I heard about some suffering,

Real stuff, not like mine.

Their only relief from their pain,

Was in a temple, with the Devine.

Hoping for just one more day,

To live as people, free of mind.

Now my sorrow has taken a turn.

A fork I did not expect.

It put my issues into check.

A new perspective for salty lips.

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Other websites where you can find me:

http://www.myspace.com/maryjdresselbooks 

http://www.authorsden.com/mjdressel 

http://www.writing.com/authors/visionary7

http://www.yahoo360.com/visonary_7

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