Daddy Why Do You Hurt Me So?

My mommy cries daddy

Can’t you see what you do to her and me?

You’re drinking and yelling and cursing so

Makes me run and hide my eyes

My ears are sore and so is my heart

From what you do night after night;

You spend all your money that we need for food

On beer and fun that you say you need

I want to run so far away

But where would I go I ask myself.

I pray to JESUS to help us so

I reach for HIS hand to not let me go

I wish my daddy would reach for us

And hold me and tell me he loves me now

Instead he wants his beer and fun and swearing.

If he could only take me to church I ask

And teach me about the one called JESUS.

But instead he would rather have his beer and friends.

I am tired of him yelling and falling down drunk,

I want a daddy that wants me to.

So daddy I cry and cry today

But you never hear my sad word that I SAY

You just don’t know how you hurt me so.

Other daddy’s take their kids to the park

And other daddy’s teach them how to play

Other daddy’s keep their kids safe from harm

But my daddy doesn’t care if I live or die.

Don’t you know I am going to grow up and hate you so?

Like you hate me?

When you don’t come to plays at school

When you just don’t care

I want to ask you,

Dear daddy why do you hurt me so?





Our Sebastian

With Light brown hair with big brown eyes

There is always a surprise with Sebastian

As he sings ‘I am sexy and I know it!’

The joy he brings into our lives

What did we ever do without Sebastian?

The dance of Sebastian is always so fun

His little arms just a fraying

Spiderman is his favorite

Adores his mom and dad

But in the sandbox of time is our Sebastian.

A toppling closet, Toys all over the floor

Mismatched socks…

I whisper to THE SON

Thank you JESUS for this gift.


When his chin trembles, His cries we hear

He lets us know he is here.

Are we stealing time to have him with us?

Please sweet JESUS, protect our gift.

His eyes are of the oldest of dawn

As they widen to catch that much unadulterated joy.

His laughter makes us laugh

As he roams through the house recording all of time;


© 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford


by Poet/Author Deborah Brooks-Langford

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As you came to me in a peninsula of a forest;

In the mid of the night;

With a look and kiss as you were flashing in my life

I knew that you were the one though it hurt a

 Good bit of the time

That was for me so long ago.

Oh Lover boy, I knew so well,

are you waiting at my door?

Whispering where are you my love?

My heart beating so that the whole world could hear,

Anticipating and longing for your touch;

Your hand comes through the door reaching for me,

As I open the door wanting and longing for your kiss.

Your arms encircle me and pull me to you

And our lips meet

In such an explosion of feeling and emotions

That we did not know we had.

The river of love and lust together so sweet and full filling,

 That when we fall so deep into each other

That it is with such a force that we delve so deep within

Onto the bed and we lay and look and touch and kiss

Not quite getting enough of each other.

That’s how I remember you so full of love.

 I do love you and I am so longing for our time.

From so long ago; How long was I supposed to wait I say?

It was the slow night with anticipation

You were like fire color fire of the night and lightening I knew.

Wheels turned behind your blue eyes

The two of us fit well together in the mare of life

As you grabbed me by my waist and pressed my face to your back.

The smell of you made me swell

Midmorning rolled around and there you were saying 

‘Imagine love’ you said ‘where there were no boundaries’

‘To love the night away;’

Then the day I went away was like a fire in my soul

Oh my love, forgive me I say. Let me know I pray

That it was a long time ago. That we may be free;

We beat down the gravel road in dust. To find our perfect spot

The woods spell our words of time

The true spot you know the place so well

The feeling of joy comes so fast

It is a far deeper of feelings to be

The despair may flood higher

As a comet comes blazing across my heart

I sit still blinded.

As it was a long time ago.

©Copyright 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford


by Deborah Brooks-Langford

Jessica. Meaning GOD EXISTS.

So fresh and vibrant

Full of love

She is new every morning

She is a painting of the colors of tomorrow

So bright and new

With splashes of God’s paint on her life

With lovely pieces of kisses she knows so well

A flower has bloomed from her name

How blessed we are to have this child

As we come to a brighter day

With Jessica

Who is waiting with a bottle of love?

Jessica so simple a flower of God’s plan

This useful lesson we may borrow

From a heart of young buds will grow

As rays of sun form her focus

From so simple a flower

She has a God who hears her

She’ll trust the Lord to teach

Here is a happy and beautiful

Little Jessica.

by Poet: Deborah Brooks-Langford

©Copyright 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford


by Deborah Brooks-Langford

My darling granddaughter, that I call Franny

Her rainbow bridge makes the sweetness of her

And knows all love abound

She lets us know the rainbows cannot be broken

She stole our hearts in this happy place

My sweet Franchesca That I adore

Rainbows colors are her passion

Lavender, blue, yellow are a few

Of the colors that may describe her inner beauty

Little bright face bobbing in the wind;

What could be more perfect I say to you?

As she glances out the window

As the light pumpkin shines on her face

And then it’s thanksgiving where she gives thanks

The bright lights come and they go

As she looks to learn of the baby

That we call JESUS that is so new.

Those big brown eyes so adorable

They hold you in her hand

When I look at something pink my heart is all a glow.

And thanking my LORD for

GOD knew what HE was doing

When HE gave us a gift

He gave us our little special


©Copyright 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford


I Will Meet You at The Waterfall

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by Deborah Brooks-Langford

The darkness is coming among us

I headed out to the rocks to see

The crocuses were among my feet

As I slid along the slippery slopes

To find the one I love

I had to have a closer look

His feather flamed was dosed dull

It was icy and cold to the touch

The look of passion was not mistaken

He saw me that I knew

That trinity of need made the flames flared high

The sacrament of broken need

He ran towards me around the rocks

The water falling in my lead

So much of what he was

Took me by the heart

“What is lovely is what I see” as he whispers to me

What passes to loveliness pleases thee?

The touch of hands

The look so slightly

As the waterfall drops’

The swirl of water ever so slightly

Feeling the drops to my dress

It plasters to my skin

As he took his hand to my face

The shivers of my soul

It pleases me to know

Unhurried as if to please him so

The guilt to having doubts

Took its toll under the waterfall;

The kiss to kiss meets with the lips

Much awaited love to hold us now

The passion that sees the lovers brace

As I meet you at the WATERFALL.

©Copyright 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford


by Deborah Brooks Langford on Sunday, November 13, 2011 at 4:04pm

Do not be afraid

She heard him say

“I am here to hold you dear”

Her stillness became acquiescence to her still

It’s nice to have you home for Christmas they may say

But her heart knows the better

The disgrace was still the footnote.

The night wind made a faint whisper

Telling her over and over

The time has come and gone

Forget the pain of evermore.

Dancing took her to a time

Her feet would fly and fly

Sweeping steps of every beat

To see those days that would go by;

Just to remember his words so dear

To clear her mind of pain

The slightest motion of his hand

To kiss the smiles she must be;

The sound reverberated through the crisp autumn air

Klung, klung, klung of the wood

Reminding her he was there.

She remembers his words although,

As the faint breeze lifted her veil

But the face she saw was the one captured of long ago;

With black skirts and pine needles that she wrote

The songs were sung to her heart

Etched forever more this day

With colored hair ribbons all so new

Ponytails askew;

He took her hand to strange places that were so few

On Saturday nights to kiss the kiss

She remembers the words he spoke

The bell tolled once and then twice she heard

Sound exploded and glass flew.

As her life fell around her like needles ever so slightly,

The pain of it all so gone

Just to remember the words he spoke;

The farther and farther he tolled

The longer and longer she was gone

So now the years have passed

The pain is as she remembers


Was so light

That it still tore her heart.


©Copyright 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford