"The Word"
in God Poems
"The Word"
First Spoken, last heard,
God's Almighty Holy Word,
Patricia Cisco
About Patricia Cisco
I am a mother of two grown sons, we are an extremely close family & extended family, like all families we have had many wonderful & blessed times through life and we have experienced heart ache as well, I raised my sons, to never make judgement upon another persons journey in this life and to be the best them that they can be , that is all we can really do in this life that is so short in comparison to the big scheme of history & time. Is to try, try and live simply and simply live with compassion & forgiveness in our hearts toward one another, being the best person you can be and always changing and growing along the way.
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November Harbinger
in Fall Poems
November Harbinger
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Brilliant lonely star on high,
In the fiery charcoal sky, -
Hello Autumn
in Haiku
Warm fall afternoons,
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crisp cool eves with harvest moons,
crickets singing tunes,
Featured Shared StoryI'm so happy you enjoyed "Hello Autumn." It has always been my favorite season of the year. I had to think of a way to sum it up completely for a Haiku style poem and this is what I came up...
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What A Difference A Day Makes
in Fall Poems
What a difference a day makes,
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twenty-four little hours.
Cool chill in the air, -
Waiting For Heaven
Your very first breath of life, I was there.
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Tiny miracle of God, you appeared,
overflowing with joy, my eyes cried a tear,
outstretching my arms to hold you so near.
Poems by Patricia Cisco
Stories
I relate to her deep pain, I lost my precious son Chris a little over 3 years ago, suddenly. Now my heart and my soul are shattered forever on this earth, my life altered. I'm yet in that same summer day. I yet smell his sweet essence only a loved one knows, especially in his bedroom. Sometimes I think I hear him walking through the rooms of the house, in his room upstairs, I smile, then I cry. I want to go places we all enjoyed together as a family before he left us, but I just cannot bring myself to go to those special places without him beside us smiling as he always did. I look through all of the pictures, those beautiful memories of my Chris in time. I smile, then I cry. I want him back with me, but that cannot happen here on this earth, so I wait in anticipation, same as I did when I awaited his birth into this world. She relays her long-lasting sorrow, there are a hundred places she fears to go because with his memory they brim. So bitter sweet are the emotions, I know this feeling well.
I love this poem! It brings back so many memories of my childhood and my two sons growing up and the snow days off of school. They would be peeking out the window most of the night, wishing & praying for a snow day to have off school to enjoy having fun in the winter wonderland outside the window. They would bundle up, and I would be inside watching them through the window while preparing a gigantic winter country breakfast and getting ready a hot homemade soup or stew for later in the day. I was just happy to see them having fun outside using their imaginations and just being kids enjoying the beauty of nature! I love this poem!
Hello, I think your poem, "Memory Album," is wonderful; it's a poem for everyone, young & old, all walks of life. I love the lines
Ghost and shadows of bygone days,
Etched and stored inside our minds!
I recently lost my youngest son, a few years ago, although it always seems like yesterday. I thank God for the precious memories we have with him of him. I just wanted to say I really loved your poem. Sincerely, Patricia Cisco
Dear Melissa, I am so sorry it took me so long to reply to you. I am sorry for the loss of your father, my heart goes out to you. I wrote "Suffering Up Close" after my precious mother passed away, so it was written from my heart and soul and from experience of deep sorrow, in seeing her suffering up close and personal. It has taken me this long because I've had another loss and I'm not been myself anymore at all. I lost my youngest son in July 2018. Although it has been 3 years now, it feels like yesterday. Every day, he is all I think about day and night. Forgive me for not acknowledging your comments on my poem. I'm just happy if it helped you to know someone else has felt the same way you are feeling, I pray with time there will come some healing to your heart and soul, because your dad would want you to heal, to live, to be happy again. God Bless You!
Deborah, I read poems you wrote in honor of your precious son, I also lost my precious son, Christopher, on 7/19/2018. He was 37. His death was also sudden we were told and my heart is shattered as your heart is. Our family was so very close. No words. I also have a love for poetry and have been writing poems for years. I just never thought I would write poems about the passing and loss of my precious son Chris. Your poems are beautiful. God bless you, and I will keep you in my prayers.