Drageda

I Paint You

I sit hear crying in the chair of my well painted life,
at the drawing that is yours…
Where are your colors?
My three shades of green sing out peace…
until I see your screaming walls of black
While watching you stare blankly into what was,
I am surrounded by what is,
loss that is not mine
this loss I own,
Your sketch is my torment,
Seeking absolution is my canvas
I paint you

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted

Poem, Suffering from War: For the victims of war, especially the children.

His Mommy Died Today

His Mommy Died Today: Dedicated to families who have suffered this Loss throughout the world. This poem is sad, so if you’re quite emotional right now, you should consider reading this at another time. If you or someone you know have suffered a loss, my heart goes out to you, and I really hope you find some peace. This kind of pain was difficult to pen to paper. The poem below is from the perspective of an 11 year old boy, and I’m sorry to say is based on a true story.

His Mommy Died Today
(Please Answer Your Cell Phone Mommy)

His heart is crying, he’s so very young,
He doesn’t know what a dagger looks like
yet he feels one deep inside his stomach
He cries, his mommy died today,
please answer your cell phone mommy
His breaths are taken between heaving sobs
He’s never seen a raging fire,
yet he feels one consuming his spirit
Please answer your cell phone mommy
He’s her baby, he needs to hear her everyday
He keeps calling her cell phone number
for that promise made in her voice,
the voice he needs to hear,
Believing the truth as spoken,
that she’s just stepped out for a minute,
and she’ll call right back
If he could trade all eleven of his birthday wishes for one
he would ask that just this call be answered,
so he could hear,”Hi son, love ya so much sweetie,
I’ll be home shortly”,but his mommy died today,
So he goes to bed tonight, grasping her cell phone,
as it rests,as she did, on his pillow,
he gazes at the voice trapped inside
knowing it to be the last hug his mommy will give him
Her precious little boy curls up and cries out for her,
only her

Song Lyric Version

His Mommy Died Today

(V1)
His heart is crying
he’s so very young,
he doesn’t know what a dagger looks like
yet he feels one deep inside his belly
His breaths are taken between heaving sobs
he’s never seen a raging fire,
yet he feels one consuming his spirit

(refrain)
He cries. His Mommy died today.
Please answer your cell phone Mommy
please please oh please
I promise to be good
I know I could,
I have a sore tummy, please, pretty please mommy

(V2)
He’s her baby, he needs to hear her everyday
he keeps calling her cell number
for that promise made in her voice,
the voice he needs to hear,
believing the truth as spoken,
that she’s just stepped out for a minute
and she’ll call right back

(refrain)
He cries. His Mommy died today.
Please answer your cell phone Mommy
please please oh please
I promise to be good
I know I could
I have a sore tummy, please, pretty please mommy

(V3)
If he could trade all eleven of his
birthday wishes for one,
he would ask that just this call be answered,
so he could hear,
“hi son, love ya so much sweetie,
I’ll be home shortly”,
But…

(refrain)
He cries. His Momma died today.
Please answer your cell phone Mommy
please please oh please
I promise to be good
I know I could
I have a sore tummy, please, pretty please mommy

(V4)
So instead, he goes to bed tonight,
grasping her cell phone, as it rests,
as she did, on his pillow,
he gazes at the voice trapped inside
knowing it will be the last hug his Mommy
will give him,

(refrain)
Her precious little boy curls up and cries
out for her, only her.
His Mommy died today.
Please answer your cell phone Mommy, please
please oh please
I have a sore tummy

I miss you mommy

by Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted

God’s Princess

Song Lyrics about Child Abuse: This was the second song we wrote together. Our last song was a light topic, fun in nature, so this time we decided to tackle a sad, serious and unfortunately all too real subject - child abuse. If we could keep all the children safe and warm, I know most of us would do so in a heartbeat. On a side note, this is not based on a true story or from any or our own personal perspective’s, and the character “Lorrie”, is fictitious for this song.

GOD’S PRINCESS

(VERSE 1)
A pattern of leaves cover the sidewalk
Which is layered in scribbled chalk
A lonely bicycle lies quietly in the yard
Looking at that place can be quite hard
We’ve all heard the terrible sad stories
But how come no-one heard little Lorrie

(CHORUS)
She cries tears in her darkened room
cuddled up with her teddy bear
does anyone even know she’s there
starring in her own nightmare,
It can’t be right to be scared like this
So she pretends she’s God’s Princess
held in his arms safe for the night
with his love,
at peace
she’s tucked in tight,

(VERSE 2)
In the living room, a family portrait
The air it hangs heavy, pain and hurt
On the wall, a childs praying hands
Can’t beleive no one made a stand
A neighborhood of tightly shut eyes
In the dead of night, you still hear cries

(CHORUS)
She cries tears in her darkened room
cuddled up with her teddy bear
does anyone even know she’s there
starring in her own nightmare,
It can’t be right to be scared like this
So she pretends she’s God’s Princess
held in his arms safe for the night
with his love,
at peace
she’s tucked in tight

(BRIDGE/VERSE to FINAL CHORUS)
A childhood stolen, entirely missed
what will happen to God’s Princess
will she go home before she’s grown
or be saved from being alone…
by living angels who wipe her tears
as she cries in her darkened room
someone to be there
to erase her fears
rescuing her from this nightmare…
….but today she still cries,
and it’s not right to be scared like this
So she pretends she’s God’s Princess
held in his arms safe for the night
with his love and at peace
for one minute she’s alright,
until daylight…
will she go home before she’s grown
or be saved from being alone,

By Elvis Proctor & Barbara Tremblay Cipak

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