Consolatio

Nikki Wheidt: I miss my Dad

I miss my dad,
when I think about him it makes me sad.
Sometimes I wake up at night,
to put his photos out of sight.
He used to drive a motor bike,
he also loved to hike.
I wonder what it would be like to have a dad,
a dad is something I've never had.
It hurts to say his name,
I wish things weren't the same.
he died when I was two,
my mum misses him too,
It makes me mad,
that I never knew my dad.

       --Nikki Wheidt.  "I have no proffesional background because it would be hard for me to have one because I'm 13." 

Margaret Bruner: The memory of my mother stays with me

The memory of my mother stays with me
throughout the years: the way she used to stand
framed in the door when any of her band
of children left... as long as she could see
their forms, she gazed, as if she seemed to be
trying to guard-- to meet some far demand;
and then before she turned to tasks at hand,
she breathed a little prayer inaudibly.

And now, I think, in some far heavenly place,
she watches still, and yet is not distressed,
but rather as one who, after life's long race,
has found contentment in a well-earned rest,
there, in a peaceful dreamlike reverie,
she waits, from earthly cares forever free.

       --Margaret Baggerly Bruner (1886-1970)