Crying

There's no place to hide

When the lightning is hurled

God's in his heaven

All that's left of the world

Is crying

Simple Dreams

I was lost then I found you

I never new it could be this way

I showed you my heart

But left it unguarded

Like a thief in the night

You stole it away

Now you're gone

All signs of life going

Time goes on

Simple dreams

All lie broken

65 Roses

Upon learning that my four year old son, Richard, has advanced cystic fibrosis 
I was in shock, then I mourned 
finally I became furious 
and fought back. 

Franticly every night I would call every where 
looking for help, 
there was none. 

One night, 
after several long and agonizing phone calls 
pleading for help, 
Richard came into the room 
and said 

'mommy', 
'I know who you work for'

with some trepidation, 
I poised the question back to him, 

'who, Richard?

'65 roses'

he said with a smile.

I went to him 

and tenderly pressed his tiny body 
to mine, 
so he could not see the tear's

running down my cheeks.

I was amazed, 
since I had never told him 
that he has advanced liver cancer.
then as I hugged him 
I realized, 
he couldn't pronounce 
cystic fibrosis 
now every time for the past 38 years 
as I visit Richard, 
I smile and cry 
as I gaze upon a 7 year olds gravestone 
that reads

              '65 ROSES'

The Letter

Darling,

As the last rays of sunshine slowly turn to dusk

I turn on the TV and anxiously await

Trembling, fearfully

I watch for news of the fighting.

I miss you darling,

The love and hate swell inside of me

Why did you volunteer for this war

The images that are broadcasted

Live from the front, are hideous and beautiful at once 
Patriot - red, white, blue - things are forever changed 
We must protect our most

valuable treasures - 

our children.

I hope this letter finds you well and finds you swiftly 
Fear not  - as I

remain faithful and celibate

In conclusion, darling,

I will continue to pray for your safe return 
and anxiously await.

John Faucett's work has appeared in Skyline Magazine and The Citizen's New's

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