HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE ME A RING

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE ME A RING


Well, I thought I had impressed him
When he asked me to dance
And I know he knows I've missed him
As I've taken every chance:
To tell him that I like him
That he means everything
But after dancing all night long
He didn't even give me a ring.

Nope, not even one little phone call
To say "hi and how are you?"
Doesn't he know I'm waiting
That I'm feeling so damn blue?
I gave him my home phone
And my cell and work as well
Perhaps he's trying to tell me
I can go straight to Hell.

I thought I saw him just last night
As I sat drinking at a bar
I watched as he and some blond
Climbed into a brand new car;
So I soon found another man
He treats me like he's King
But after waiting one whole week
He didn't even give me a ring.

My friends say I'm too easy
That I should lay off booze
But what the Hell, I'm having fun
What have I got to lose?
Leap year is straight ahead
I wonder what it'll bring?
The very first man I meet next year
I'm asking for a ring!

CRYING IN MY SLEEP

Crying In My Sleep

The days are uneventful
As I meander through this life
Just one of God's own special children
Ain't nobody's wife.

The sun shines and I smile
It cuts through me skin-deep
But soon as that old moon comes out
I'm crying in my sleep.

The snow falls all around me
And I shiver in my skin
Warm soft sheets envelope my nude body
With just thoughts of him.

I count sheep as I lay there
Like I am Little Bo Peep
Praying for rest that I can't seem to find
While crying in my sleep.

The mornings come all too soon
I've barely closed my eyes
It's the nights I'm starting to dread these days
The sound of our good-bye.

I drift off to dreams so vivid
I pray God my soul to keep
But he just never seems to listen much
As I'm crying in my sleep.

The days and nights turn into years
And soon it is all gone
Life gives in to our certain death
Thank God, it's finally dawn!

MAUREEN

MAUREEN


Well, I reckon I was feeling a tad guilty this Christmas as I entered a fully-stocked florist shop. The young lady greeted me and asked "Can I help you, M'am?"

"Yes", I replied "I need some flowers wired to a cemetery in Nova Scotia."

"Is that in the States?" she asked.

Once we had cleared all that up and I had given her a brief geography lesson about her neighbor to the North, I was signing the card when I heard her answer the phone.

"No, we can't accept coins that are not rolled and ready to deposit in our bank. Are you sure that you want to pay for these funeral flowers with coins? The bill is $210.00, Sir."

It appeared that the caller was shocked to hear the amount and I heard the young lady remind him that when he came in, he had to pay the FULL amount, not a partial payment as he had requested.

My curiosity was piqued as I asked her who had died in our small town. "Oh, it was just that black lady who cleans houses on your street. Her name was Maureen......."

I finished writing my gift card and she gave me the amount due. As I wrote the check, I thought of Maureen's husband and her large family of children, all motherless now here at Christmas. They would be busy planning her funeral while I was en route to a manicure/pedicure.

"M'am, this check is for $210.00 too much. Did you wish to purchase something else today or....."

"Please use it to cover Maureen's flowers and don't tell them who it's from. Merry Christmas, honey."

As I left for my appointment, I had to pass the small cemetery and thought of my dear, dead parents far away. Then I saw a freshly dug grave, ready to receive Maureen. She wouldn't be cleaning anyone's house today.

There's no 'good' time to die but to lose one's wife and mother at the holiday season when a mother's love is the heart of the home, is heartbreaking.

As I walked into my manicurist office and heard "Jingle Bell Rock" on their radio, I thanked God that my own children are alive and healthy. I also prayed that there would never be a Christmas when I would outlive either of them.

Maureen, I hope you love the flowers and have cleaned your last house; Merry Christmas in Heaven!

'NICHOLAS'

'Nicholas'

She said "Here's my Santa letter, Mama
Can you please send it by jet plane?
It must arrive on time, you see"
She signed it "With love, Jayne."

The letter sat inside a sewing basket
And when found on Christmas Eve
Jayne's busy mother read it aloud
And her eyes could not believe:

"Dear ol' Santa Claus, it's just plain Jayne
I'm 8 years old and I've tried to be very good
I made straight A's in art & arithemetic
And I'm leaving you some favourite food."

"Daddy said that you aren't real, ya' know
But I still believe you will stop by
'Cuz I heard my mother talking to you
And last night I heard her cry and cry."

"So please bring my mama something nice
So she won't feel so sad and bad
Since Jesus took my little brother
I'm the only kid she's had."

"And Santa, when we're at his cold grave
And she ignores me standing there alone
Perhaps you can just remind her, please
She still has another little kid at home."

The mother read the words again and then
She went under the tree in the hall
She unwrapped her daughter's special gift
It was a life-sized baby-boy-doll.

She wrote a note to put inside
And this is exactly what it said:
"Jayne, your little brother sent you this
But Santa knows you know he's dead."

"Your mama loves you very much
And cherishes your every breath
Never doubt how proud she is
You are her life; til death."

She tip-toed into Jayne's bedroom
And saw her sleeping sound
And as she kissed her warm, soft cheek
She felt Angel's all around.

After that they grew more close and so
They made snow-angels and sang aloud
Baking cookies and sewing doll clothes
Jayne and her mother, together and proud!

And Jayne believed in Santa Claus
Until she grew to be a lady
And gave the name of 'Nicholas'
To her first new-born baby.

THE GIFT

THE GIFT

She takes her bath early
As Santa comes tonight
She lights her scented candles
And turns out all the lights.

She has no decorated tree
So by the fireplace she sits
Watching a log burning up
Knitting a pair of mitts.

The radio's playing "Silent Night"
She wishes she was dancing
Some strong arms around her
Mistletoe, romancing....

She thinks of her favourite guy
His picture's on the wall
She thinks she sees him winking
As she walks on down the hall.

Her empty stocking looks so sad
As she puts red satin on
Lies alone beneath the stars
And prays aloud for dawn.

But sleep will not come easily
And she turns on her radio
'O Holy Night' begins to play
Then she hears: "HO HO HO".

She runs to the locked door
But Santa has his own key
Her soldier son has returned
From far across the sea!

Hours later, she's still in tears
And goes into his room
Gets down upon her knees
Beneath a smiling moon.

She thanks God and Santa Claus
All of her gifts arrived
In a single 6 foot man
Happy, healthy, alive!

She puts away her satin gown
And decorates their tree
"Happy birthday, Jesus Christ
I love your gift to me!"

FROZEN LOVE

FROZEN LOVE


We bumped into each other inside the grocery store
I ran a hand through my hair and hated what I'd wore;
You smiled and gave me that old wink
And as I took your hand
I thought how good you looked 'til I saw your wedding band.

You remarked how I smelled great and wondered what it was
I said "You know, the same old stuff"
And then removed my gloves;
I asked about your family and since they were all "fine"
You remarked that one had moved and then asked me of mine.

Your cell phone rang and you took a call, I guess it was from home
I wandered down an aisle and suddenly felt so all alone;
You caught up with me and said
"I'm sorry, baby, that was rude"
"No" I said, "I understand"; yet it broke the mood.

Inside I was trembling and felt a sudden, icy chill
As your hand found mine, I sensed that same old thrill;
"Hey, this was great!" I blurted out
Avoiding your dark eyes
You said "Yeah" but we both knew, we were full of lies.

I watched you as you left the store, headed for your new car
And as I drove away I saw a beautiful, bright & shining star;
But then I saw it falling
Straight into the frigid sea
And God forgive me but I wished that, that falling star was me.

Snowing Inside My Heart

Snowing Inside My Heart

Santa holds my trembling hand
While snow swirls all around
It's Christmas time once again
For everyone here in town;
But my Christmas will be blue
Since we are so far apart
It's all lit up outside my house
But snowing inside my heart.

The caroler's stop to sing their songs
The mailman brings me cards
A neighbor smiles and winks at me
Still, it's just very, very hard;
I see folks at the airport
Who have been so far apart
Kissing, laughing, hugging
But it's snowing inside my heart.

So Santa if you're taking notes
And you know that I've been good
Give me a ring sometime
When you're in the neighborhood;
It need not be a diamond
It can be purchased at Walmart
Any kind to stop this pain
Snowing inside my heart.

FORGET ME NOT

"FORGET ME NOT"

Though winters breath's upon us
And Jack Frost knocks at my door
And Santa Claus is coming
To visit us once more
The leaves have all fallen
Presents have been bought
All I ask for Christmas
Is "Forget Me Not."

The Angel smiles down at me
As if to say "he won't"
And when I kneel to say my prayers
I will pray he don't
The sleet and ice rock me to sleep
12 o'clock on the dot
And all I want for Christmas
Is "Forget Me Not."

When he unwraps his presents
And sips his cup of cheer
Will he think about me?
Will he shed a tear?
Jesus has His birthday
I didn't ask for a lot
Just a simple Christmas card
To say "Forget Me Not."

I HAVE A DREAM

"I HAVE A DREAM"

I have a dream
That still has time
To come true
For it to rhyme;
It could happen
Tomorrow, today
In any old town
In any old way.

I have a dream
That he will come
Into my life
We'll be as one;
He may not be famous
He may not be rich
But we will both
Want to be hitched.

I have a dream
His eyes see only me
As we laugh aloud
Down by the sea;
We walk holding hands
Our feet in the sand
I am his woman
He is my man.

I have a dream
He is close by
And watching me
Before we die;
His name I don't know
His face I can't see
But I have a dream
He's waiting for me.