Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell

She's a gift to her children
Our strong devotion each day
A hand in our hand
A breath of fresh air along the way
She's our good fairy godmother
A mighty mom everywhere
The sun in the morning
She's our daily prayer
She's our encouraging voice
As we grow day by day
The rose in the vase
The shine on a cloudy day
She's God's angel sent from heaven
Our bright star in the night
The queen of our souls
She's our shadow in the light
A comfort when she holds you
A memory when she's gone
A million tiny heart beats
The music in a song
She's a love that's everlasting
Worth more than diamonds and gold
We thank God for our mothers
A sacred treasure to behold

I'm just a simple writer
  I use not fancy words
I only write what's in my head
  With words from the old school
I like to tell some stories
   Some tales and even more
Of my own true life happenings
      That I have kept in store.
I like to write a poem or two
  And try to rhyme a verse
And if it sounds a little silly,
Then it won't be the first
I'm just a common person
   A poet now it seems,
If that's a fact I'll gladly accept
  The challenge of my dreams.
I'll keep on writing when I can
  To share some tales and woes
And hopefully the poems you read
  Will be a comfort to your soul.
The world will never rejoice or sing,
  Nor will I win a golden globe
But I will always be content
To pen what's in my heart and soul

Poems are magic, they're music to our ears
A beautiful song within our hearts,
Some folks rejoice to hear

They're smiles and laughter and togetherness,
And the sadness of happy tear's
They're a story of a tale unfolding
And memories through out one's years

They're magical rhymes of a story
They're a brand new birth of a song
They're the beauty of one's inner thoughts
And our true emotions strong.

They're creative tender feelings
From inside one's heart and soul
They're one's imaginative day dreams
With spontaneous overflows

It's rejoicing when one gets published
Knowing no one could care less
Their heart and soul expressions
With deep feelings we express

We will never play in the symphony
Or entertain in Carnegie Hall
We write a poem for ears to hear
No matter how big or small

So poets keep writing verses
Let the world enjoy our tunes
While we pen down our exquisite art
From the depth of the human heart

I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of an aching caught inside,
The quick, sharp hurting of pain.

It's a hard lump no tears can touch.
I feel like I'm falling apart.
It feels so large and growing each day
'Cause I tucked you inside my heart.

It's a feeling of jumping,
A feeling of jiggling
A feeling of wanting to stay,
A feeling of turning and tossing inside,
A feeling that won't go away.

It feels like a flutter.
It feels like a feather.
Now it moves slowly like the
Feeling of a breeze.

A quietness of sleeping,
There's resting and calm.
It's the feeling of love, never to part,
'Cause I tucked you inside my heart.

If you see my mom in heaven,
She won't be hard to find.
She's God's masterpiece of
Motherhood.
She's unique and one of a kind.

She'll be the one with the prettiest
Smile.
Her angel wings she wears with pride,
And as she reaches out to greet you,
You'll see the twinkle in her eyes.

She'll be digging in God's flower beds,
Gathering flowers as she goes.
She'll pick a single flower bouquet:
The beauty of God's red rose.

She'll be playing with the smallest angels,
Singing joyful games upon her knee,
Or maybe writing words of wisdom,
Or reciting a poem or three.

She's with her mom and dad now,
Embracing them lovingly or
Visiting with her long-lost friends,
Chatting so happily.

She'll be God's strongest angel.
No more burdens will she bear.
She'll stroll about with strength and grace,
Kneeling with God in prayer.

So if you see my mom in heaven,
Will you take care of her for me?
Place a kiss upon her cheek,
And hug her just for me.

You see, she was my special mom,
The truest friend she was to me.
She taught me all about our God
And the love he had for me.

She's my royal queen of mothers.
She'll wear her very own crown.
She'll sit and share God's golden
Throne in God's beautiful
Heavenly home.

They say that time will heal all wounds.
I know that could be true.
It's the lonely in-between times
That I start missing you.

Every time you cross my mind,
I think you're here with me.
Then I sadly realize
That it could never be.

But then I just can't help but see
Your memories everywhere:
Your coffee cup, your old worn hat,
And there sits your empty chair.

Then I'll just be thinking of
The places we would go,
The people we would meet,
And see a person we both know.

Then I look around and see
A gift you've given me,
Our picture in its frame,
And your favorite program on TV.

Then I start remembering
Some place we had to be
And the things we used to do.
Then I start missing you.

Then sometimes out of nowhere
Your smiling face I see.
I feel your hand inside of mine.
Then it seems you're here with me.

And then some days it feels
So long we've been apart,
But neither time nor distance
Will erase you from my heart.

Then I begin to realize,
And it makes me sad and blue,
That many days and nights
I'll be missing you.

If you see my dad in Heaven
He won't be hard to find.
He'll be the one to greet you first,
For he's a one-of-a-kind.

He'll be the one with the softest voice,
A veteran's cap upon his head,
Or he's probably in God's beautiful
Garden, with a shovel in his hand.

He'll be watching the pretty hummingbirds,
A warm smile upon his face,
And as he leaves to go about, he'll
Be walking with strength and grace.

He'll sit among the story tellers,
For that's what he does best.
He will tell about his life on earth
Before he was called to rest.

He's with his Mom and Dad now,
Embracing them tenderly.
Never no longer to miss them or
Wonder where they might be.

He may be playing with the children,
And there sits one upon his knee
Laughing and singing the games of fun,
Clapping hands so joyfully.

Now if you haven't found my Dad yet,
He's probably kneeling by the throne,
Surrounded by God's angels,
Praying for his loved ones below.

He wasn't famous in this world
Nor did any heroic deeds.
He was a strong, hard-working man,
Taking care of those in need.

For you see, he was my hero,
Bigger than big to me.
He taught me all a son should know
And about the love God has for me.

So if you see my Dad in heaven,
Tell him I'm doing fine.
Let him know how much I miss him,
And I think of him most of the time.

You know he was my hero,
So will you give him a hug or two?
Tell him how much I love him and
I'll be seeing him someday soon.