Happy birthday mummy

He gazes at the night sky, counting each star that twinkles so bright, as the memories pass by and thoughts of her smile longer on his mind. He remembers the day he opened his eyes for the first time and saw your smiling face. You'd sing to him hymns and kiss his nose while you watched his sleep. You helped him walk as an infant cause his balance he couldn't keep. He wished he spent more time with you instead of with the girls he barely knew. Your presence is truly missed and festivals don't feel the same. He wasn't someone who's gonna make you proud, whenever she'd chastise him he wouldn't make a sound. He wishes heaven wasn't that far and his wings haven't grown. He wishes she didn't have to go so soon to a place he can't follow. His soul is now distant and hollow. A mother so special and unique that she can't be replaced in this sorrow. Years have gone by and it's god's plan. I need you mummy I'm in a bit of a jam. I wish I could have been a better son. I wish I could have more ice cream with you. I wish I could have been able to make you feel happy every single day. Of only wishes came true. I'd get to once again see you. Thank you for the values you bestowed on me so true. Sorry for the times I hurt you. I wish this poem could travel to heaven so you could read it in your mind aloud. I feel if you're around I'd get to see you without any doubt. If you could see me now you'd know my hair is turning slightly grey. Just like every year i wanna say happy birthday. Even though I know it's two day ahead of time as usual.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Forever and ever

She looks at each new day, with eagerness and joy. As the rain causing morning dew leaves her soul in coy, as she thinks about the boy. Who left her there, no remorse did he have nor did he care. Her love for him grew stronger with each passing day, memories of them together made special in every way. He sits alone and thinks if he really did make a mistake? Letting her go was for her own sake. He swallowed his pride, lied and said, I don't love you and can't deal with this instead. She was his soulmate, gentle and kind first love, to which he'd run back to anytime. He had but a year only to live as cancer ate through his body so vivid. She had a clue and he hadn't the heart to tell her this was true. He never loved anyone else but kept her name on his lips every time he did breathe. She wouldn't move on and he wouldn't let his heart forget. He would love her until death. His first glance at her beautiful face made him feel things he never could in so many ways. Her brown hair and piercing eyes. Was his refuge from everything that ate him up inside. One fine day when the sun basked in its glory she received a letter about his death and unfortunate story. She smiled as she sat by the window and accepted the pain. She could feel the poison consuming her soul all the same. Coincidence is not viable in this situation to gain. In heaven they shall meet again. Love can be mysterious and sometimes death can be a gift. Your body to hold and soul to lift, lovers spat, and hearts can break. Cherish your own for your name sake. Tis but easy to say I love you, but it's hard to mean it and stay true. Not every love stroy has a happy ending. Not every heart is yours to keep breaking and rules to keep bending. Careful with who owns your heart, you wouldn't want to be left alone with but your sorrows to cart.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Till death do us part

He wakes up every morning and looks out his window and sees the birds, and listens to the songs they sing. The mellow breeze shows him the morning with good tidings. He flips open his dairy and stares at a photograph he's treasured for so long abiding. He knows how to keep his heart in hiding. He touches her pillow where her head would lay. He still keeps her clothes beside him so her smell from them won't fade away. He sips on his coffee and makes an extra cup in one her lips touched every morning. He hopes his pain goes away on this new day that's dawning. His precious jewel, to his crown, she wiped away his tears and chased away his frown. Her beautiful face was his saving grace. Her in that white gown of lace upon an alter where he placed a ring on her finger. Only to tell the world 'she's mine'. He didn't know she'd leave him behind, her hugs did make himself be found. Her kiss was always pushing away his dark clouds. Her hand in his was a moment to cherish. Not cause of his skin on hers, tis her brown eyes that made his thoughts go bezerk. Kindness was her gift and anger was his curse. Her embrace was the worst, not cause any reason so folly, he'd smile happily when his rage disappeared like a withering reath of holly. He'd listen to her breathing and watch her fall asleep, even though her eyes remain closed she'd ask him what's keeping you up. He'd always close his eyes and just not reply. He'd kiss her forehead as if to say goodnight. A misconception of fate as the grim reaper drew near. That phone call was his biggest fear, when a drunk man behind the wheel took what's most precious to thee. He buried her with tears that flowed like a river so free. Angels exist or not is a question for all eternity. He awaits his judgement and longs for her face to see. One-day he tells himself as he smiles, knowing she'd be with me.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Love's Games

The whistling of the wind creeps through his ears. The rain falling down just like his unsung tears. Years of memories course through his mind. He has questions about himself, and answers he just can't find. He looks out his window, and sees the beautiful women pass by, none of them are as beautiful as her no matter how frequently they catch his eye. Her brown hair lashed over her shoulders as the sunshine made it sparkle. Her brown eyes turned brighter than the stars on the darkest night. Indeed her beauty was worth it when he watched her sleep at night. The most soothing sound was when she spoke. No matter how angry he was, she'd always calm this bloke. He'd sing her to sleep on the midnight's stroke.  The sound of the crickets, the quietest of the night. Was silent, as he'd hear her breath as he'd hold her close through the nightmares fright. She was his memory now and he wondered if he was too? Does she think about him the way I do? Is she no longer in love with the way he cared. As he turns to the his empty pillow realising she isn't there. Love is a cruel and unusual way for life to play it's game. Tis but a feeling of agony which reaps nothing but pain. Some like the thrill some suffer and successfully overcome the fear. Love gave him nothing but memories and tears.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks