Drageda

Monday to Sunday

On a Monday my time is depicted,
the hours are carefully filled,
the day is spent usually working,
and my nights are eventually killed

On Tuesday my thoughts still of working,
again, it’s a Monday too late
my nights are sometimes more active
but that depends on my emotional state

On Wednesday I anticipate little,
though others see midweek to weekend,
I only see Wednesday as halfway,
with four days still left to descend,

On Thursday, people begin smiling
for the weekend is creeping so near,
but I just stare into oblivion
for what’s a weekend without having you here

On Friday, my work is slowed
to a steady but productive pace,
and my thoughts are geared toward the two days,
I don’t have to fight the rat-race

Now Saturday is here,
and what do I do?
As usual I clean,
and sometimes feel blue,
but there is a cure for these feelings,
on such a beautiful day,
one in particular is laughing my time,
with my friends who can take some disappointments away

Sunday I dread, for there’s little to do,
as I spend the last day of this week without you
so Monday to Sunday repeats and recycles
and this journey alone becomes my challenge, my struggle
I miss you. I cry.
I love you so much,
come home to me baby,
I need your sweet touch.

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak

Poem about Missing Someone…Well, I pulled this one out of the dust-bin: Wrote this in the early 80’s, and can see I wasn’t a happy camper at that time. It does seem like an appropriate poem for those who are struggling to get through their week without the person they love. What comes to mind are the spouses of those serving in the Military. I hope they don’t have weeks like this though. If this fits your life right now, I do hope you are able to find some joy eventhough the one you love is away.

If I Could Fly Tonight

If I could fly tonight,
To places I’ve never seen,
My arms with the power to witness first hand
great deeds accomplished by woman and man
or worse know suffering,
What would I choose,
soaring above these incredible views,
peering below
my landing, my voice
where do I go,
what is my choice,
Would I plan to see such glorious sites,
As the Seven Wonders of the World by night,
The Taj Mahal, The Northern Lights,
Angel Falls or World Castles by name,
The great cathedrals from London to Spain,
I could take the train from Koblenz to Koln
See the Ancient Ruins in Rome,
Ride a Gondola in Venice today,
but being away, almost gone astrayI
I’d miss what is always real
So I wouldn’t need to fly this far
since what I seek is where you are
You’re the sight I’d choose to see
with you is where I’d want to be
I’d choose you.
The love I know.
hold you close
the tears would flow
we’de share a tea
and our company
we could say a little or a lot
thank you for the lessons taught
memories kept to bring me home
these wings a gift for when I’ve flown,
feeling at peace, all would be right,
this is the flight plan I chart tonight

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak

Poem for Distant Relative: I wrote this for my mother who doesn’t live very close by. We see each other though of course, but I was thinking, if I were a bird tonight, where would I fly to first.

For Jim

A poem remembering Jim the Dad, Friend and Husband: Dedicated in remembrance of Jim - A poem for his son and wife who miss him very much.

For Jim

It’s not these words that bring you peace,
Nor the memories that help you sleep,
For you turn a page to another day
knowing love sustained you
when he passed away

He too knew love through his
family and friends,
His time, though short, often lends,
a smile to a face, held up to the wind

He gave his heart the best he knew,
He shared his gifts, his laughter too,
You know he’s home now peering through,
as you begin your life anew,

I trust he’ll be there when you’re blue,
Watching over, Loving you.

by Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted

For Emily

Poem about the very complicated issue of a Mother’s choice: Dedicated to families who have endured this agonizing journey. An issue not to be judged, an issue strictly personal to each individual. Until we walk a mile in someone else’s shoes, what do we really know? Compassion, not judgement could be our words of choice. On a more personal note, I know two women who faced this choice, the way this ends, is how their story unfolded as well.

FOR EMILY

An afternoon stroll with a friend on a heated day,
Her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce
Holding her tummy, proudly humming
“I have a baby on the way”

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun shining inside and out
So lucky she felt that day, she has a baby on the way

Daddy holds mommy’s hand
He says, thank you honey, I love you so much
Our baby is lucky to have you
and I am blessed to wear our wedding band

A visit to the doctor turned perfect joy into shock
You are very sick he says
You won’t live with this life in you
Sit soon with your husband and have a talk

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs.
The sun shines brightly on this day
Cause she still has her baby on the way

Her husband crying uncontrollable tears
Loving her so
He could never ever let her go
He can’t choose
he doesn’t want to lose
His wife or his child

She knew for her this baby was a voice
A wish she made so long ago
A wish come true
And there was no one telling her what to do
It was ultimately her decision, her choice

Six years have passed, and Emily asks,
“Daddy, when will I see mommy?”,
Today my sweet angel,
Today

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun still shining on this day
as Emily kneels to pray
For mommy

Mommy had made her choice
And daddy still hurts so bad, he misses her smile, her touch
But he holds Emily today
with Mommy’s light warming them both
His deep love for Emily sustains him
On her birthdays

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For Emily
The sun still shining on this day
her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce,
as she plays,

by Barbara Tremblay Cipak