Poems by Ronald Doe

You came to the world,
On a God blessed night.
Your limbs were all there,
Your heart beat just right.
Your sweet, precious smile,
Brought both pride and joy,
And I proudly said,
"That's my little boy".

As your proud father,
I said that I must.
Teach my precious child,
Love, honor and trust.
I had to treat you,
So tender and mild.
For I was your Dad,
And you were my child.

I knew child abuse,
Had been on the rise.
And many a child,
Had tears in their eyes.
More often than not,
The culprit was known.
So I promised you,
You'd not be alone.

For you were my son,
And I was your trust.
As your proud father,
I said that I  must.
Protect my young son,
From being defiled.
And keep my eyes on,
My precious young child.

For deep down inside,
Your Dad knew for sure.
That when you grew up,
You'd want to explore.
Your innocent eyes,
Somehow wouldn't see.
How cruel and unkind,
That this world could be.

So each day I watched,
With fatherly love.
I taught you to trust,
In God up above.
I never forgot,
The first time you smiled.
Or how I promised,
To protect my child.

My brother was always my best friend,
We would play sports and we'd just pretend.
I'd hit a homer, a goal he'd score,
You see I was Yaz and he was Orr.

As we grew up in The Project Courts,
Nothing mattered except for sports.
We never once thought about a girl,
As we lived in our fantasy world.

For in the courtyard in which we'd play,
The next Bobby Orr would proudly say.
"Ronnie, someday when I'm all grown up,
I'll help The B's win The Stanley Cup.

Score the winning goal in the last game,
And all of Boston will chant my name.
But till that day comes I guess once more,
You can be Yaz and I will be Orr."

Butchie and I played hockey for fun,
And we weren't out to hurt anyone.
But then came drugs, fast money and girls,
And playing sports wasn't in this world.

Because as the years went flying by,
Butchie's goal was to be a Wise Guy.
With the new meaning of the word "score",
They'd be no more Yaz and no more Orr.

I saw Butchie in the project court,
Where we had played every single sport.
His eyes were bugged and his vision blurred,
And when he spoke his speech was slurred.

His face was pale, his expression blank,
He told me he was robbing a bank.
I said, "Butchie, what about poor Ma?
Her heart can't take another scar".

But the madness in my brother's eyes,
Brought out the sadness in my cries.
For there was hatred not seen before,
Back when I was Yaz and he was Orr.

And on the day he was sent to jail,
I had a vision that seemed so real.
I pictured him on a breakaway,
I saw him wink and I heard him say.

"Ronnie, someday when I'm all grown up,
I'll help The B's win The Stanley Cup.
Score the winning goal in the last game,
And all of Boston will chant my name".

As fate would have it, it was his name,
That truly was Butchie's claim to fame.
But in my heart I just wish once more,
I could be Yaz and he could be Orr.

My Valentine,
The sun wouldn't shine
If it weren't for your love.
From afar,
Every star
Would fall from up above.

My Valentine,
You're one of a kind,
You're unique and beautiful.
And forever,
We'll stay together,
My Darling me and you.

My Valentine,
I would go blind,
If I somehow couldn't see.
You surely will,
Forever still,
Be right there for me.

My Valentine,
I am glad you're mine,
For you brighten up my world.
It is a joy
To just enjoy
The time spent with my girl.

My Valentine,
A glass of wine
Could not be sweeter than you.
For all my days,
I'll forever praise
All the lovely things you do.

My Valentine,
Till the end of time,
You and I will never part.
And I will,
Forever still,
Call you "Gorgeous" and "Sweetheart."

For all the times I have hurt you,
All the times I didn't support you.
For all the times I failed to shine,
Darling, won't you be my Valentine?

For all the times I have let you down,
And all the times I made you frown.
For all the times I blew your mind,
Darling, won't you be my Valentine?

For all the times I told a lie,
And all the times I made you cry.
For all the times that I was blind,
Darling, won't you be my Valentine?

For all the times you have missed me,
And all the times you have kissed me.
For all the times your lips touched mine,
Darling, won't you be my Valentine?

For all the times we made sweet love,
Al the times we prayed to God above.
For that little girl, sweet daughter of mine,
Darling, won't you be my Valentine?

For all the hurt and all the tears,
The good times throughout the years.
For all the time you have been mine,
Darling, won't you be my Valentine?