CARLOS AND ANA..

A beautiful winter moon shown over their lives
As Carlos and Ana standing in the middle of their dream;

Like two hearts together
Loving and sharing

Carlos didn’t think he ever knew
A woman quite like Ana;

With a smile like diamonds
And hair WITH glimmering black colors

With unique slanted eyes of a cat, so bold and bright
That can seduce him.

To the pretty tree in the window sill;
He glanced to his left where she stood so full of light
His Ana so beautiful on this starry night;

Her kiss like angels dipping down on his face and
Kisses liked the stars of the night. Face that is as lovely as all time;
As lights winked and danced around.

He smelled her so lovely like lavender and lace, the touch from her embrace
Made him melt into her beyond; Frost crunched under Carlos boots
As he pulled sweet Ana to him; her presence he couldn’t deny.

With the faint sense of relief, That Ana was his forever.
He saw a flash of her loveliness through the window
The need he had for her so real,
As he reached for her daring hand
To his lips they will go,

As her kisses were hot with fire
The blaze going to his heart

The couple fell madly in love
And was married on November 12, 2011;

As two hearts together
Giving and caring

And in laughter and tears:
That is CARLOS AND ANA

BY: DEBORAH BROOKS-LANGFORD

© 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford

Jason and Laura

They used to have a special dream

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Cradled deep within their hearts

That someday they would meet
That someone wonderful;

You see it was hidden in their minds
And then right around the corner
They met their love.

He looked and thought ‘what a beauty’
She looked and cried ‘how wonderfully made he is’

Their love made them understand
That their life would be complete
With each other that day;

They had someone that would spend bright days
And lonely times together

With their laughter that brought joy every day;
Their love so special;

The dream they used to dream is now a reality;

A dream that has come true with each other;

Diffused sunlight trickled through her hair,

From the moment they met and the moment they kissed
It was love that first night.

Oh true love is
JASON AND LAURA

BY: POET DEBORAH BROOKS – LANGFORD

© 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford

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?

BY: POET DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD

©Copyright 2011  by  POET DEBORAH BROOKS-LANGFORD

SEBASTIAN

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.

Sebastian.

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;

Our SEBASTIAN:

© 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford

JESSICA

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

FRANCHESCA

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

FRANCHESCA

©Copyright 2011 Deborah Brooks-Langford