My Picture Frames

Join me in my picture frames,
With family and friends.
Some, I hardly know their names,
But the memories never end.

Some, reminders of golden days;
Others dark and dreary.
Though life is like repeating waves,
God remains so steady.

I look at many and remember
Mistakes I made in plenty;
Friendships won, and so treasured,
Then lost and feeling empty.

From young to old, I wonder at
This life I have been given.
Pictures of us on the wall that
Show me I’m forgiven.

Fun in life that makes me laugh
And bonds us all together,
Starts a friendship that will last
No matter the trial or error.

Join us in our picture frame;
We’d love to have you here.
No matter age, race, or name,
Come join us, all that hear.

PS-The answer to Riddle #4 is “the sun.”

Empty Home

Silence greets me at the door,
Nothing but creaking of the floor.
Once alive with loud clamor,
Now it’s quiet, empty, forlorn.

Where has the joy of laughter gone?
The melody of music, the lyric of song?
Pittering and pattering as children run?
This empty house makes no sound.

The light is dark and dreary still,
No light shines on the window sill.
Even with light, the house will feel
Empty, lonely, forgotten and still.

The lonely chill of this dark, empty home,
Is like the ruined, ancient city of Rome;
Abandoned, ravaged, heaps of fallen stone,
Empty, unfriendly, and completely alone.

This empty home is no home at all.
Homes don’t need a roof and a wall.
The family and friends, there when we fall,
Are the foundation of homes, and of their halls.

Adventure’s End

I come to the end of this beautiful tale
After coming so far through perilous trails.

Mountains we climbed, valleys we raided;
We weathered the storms that never abated.

Together we fought the mighty, great beasts,
For treasures untold, and gluttonous feasts.

Though no gold or emeralds were found,
The friendship we had was never set down.

“Thick and thin”, says the saying of old times past,
Of comrades and squires who were faithful to the last.

Heartaches and troubles we faced side-by-side,
Enduring, supporting, always “semper fi.”

As the story ends and we set the book down,
Move on with our lives in quiet, little towns,

I feel sad and forlorn, yet satisfied still,
With the stories we wrote with our hearts and our wills.

Those novels of life will never grow old,
The people and places will always be told.

I will miss every page of all that has happened;
The book has now closed, the adventure has ended.

I just finished reading some excerpts of Don Quixote, and we got to the end of our reading finally, and I found the end very sadening, but happy in a way. When I read a good book, I know it’s a good book when it ends and I’m happy, but also sad. Happy how it ended, but sad that it did end. It is a bittersweet feeling, having “lived” the adventures in the book, saying goodbye to all the characters you got to know in the book.
Life is kinda like a book. There are chapters that contain sections and seasons of life and its events, some of them good, some of them bad. I grow attached to characters in my story, and I miss them when they’re gone. Every person in my story is important, because they all have stories too. Every person has a story; which makes me wonder, What part do I play in someone else’s story? Will I be remembered fondly, or as an antagonist? Will my story be worth reading? Will it be an epic, tragedy, comedy, or somewhere in between? Only God knows the answer to that one, as He is the ultimate author of everything.
I’ve been working on writing a novel for some time now, and it always seems to end up getting scrapped. This time seems different though and I might actually finish it. It will still be a while though as I’m still in school, though I do not have too many years left. Let’s see if I can finish it and publish it before I graduate.

A Good Friend

A good friend is always there,
In one way or another.
They’re always full of love and care,
No matter how distant the other.

A good friend gives it to you straight,
When it’s the last thing you want to hear;
Because, they know, without a doubt,
You’ll thank them for it later.

A good friend is faithful,
Strong, and true;
Loving, caring,
And hoping for you.

A good friend is yours,
‘Til the day that they die;
Through hardship, through darkness;
Through every awful time.

A good friend is encouragement,
Of that, the best kind;
The kind that’ll never stop,
Not as long as I’m alive.

A good friend makes you smile,
When tears, so many, fall;
They bring a laugh back to life,
So they can share their all.

A good friend says goodnight,
Good day, but never a goodbye;
For parting ways is a solemn plight,
See you later, anticipates surprise.

A good friend is what you need,
No matter who you are;
I’ve got a few, and you do too,
So smile wherever you are.

A good friend will always be there,
After time too long to measure;
Ready, as always, to be a pair,
With a good friend, a great friend… forever.