Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell

Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the words I want to hear.
Love is growing with you and filling in the gaps.
Love is our tomorrows, our future, and our past.
Love binds the ties together and secures them with a knot.
Love is our plans that we outgrew and the ones that we forgot.
Love is what we've had together, all these blessed years.
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.

In a tall oak tree, on a steep rugged hill
Sit's a small contented bird
She's a singing Whip-Poor-Will.
All though she's small in size
She sings a chanting shrill,
As we listen to her calls
From the echo of the hills.

On a warm summer eve,
It gives me such a thrill,
Listening to the calls from the
Chanting Whip-Poor-Will
Though she is very hard to see,
She is easily to hear
As the chanting of her songs,
Is like music to our ears.
As we listen to the calling,
Of the singing Whip-Poor-Will.

Like a fire quickly burning
Laying
Touching
Loving
Passion burning, our hearts
Yearning
Desires fulfilling
Two hearts joined as
One heart beating
Can it
Will it
Ties be binding
Growing
Sharing
Caring
Making memories
Teardrops falling
Smiles be laughing
Running
Sharing
Catching
Time that's flying
Days be passing
Moments spent a
Lifetime happening
Is It?
Must be always forever
Our love

When worries and fears I claim for my own,
When I feel helpless and all alone,
When my deepest memories come to mind
And all my sadness I leave behind,
Then yes, I'll go on laughing.
When I feel I'm going under with nothing
To hold onto,
When dark shadows cloud my senses,
My sadness and fears I'll be through.
When sweet, gentle ways have come to pass
And I get my fill of sadness at last,
Then yes, I'll go on laughing.
When I give up and go on living
And become wiser than I am,
I'll try not to cry tomorrow
So this heart and soul shall mend.
Then yes, I'll go on laughing.

I can't call you my Father,
And you're certainly not my Pop.
I wouldn't call you PaPa
Because to me you're certainly not.
I can't call you my Pappy,
Nor could I call you Dad.
You're definitely not my Daddy.
One of these I already have,
But I can call you Honey.
My best friend I have in you.
A loving caring husband,
A gent who's kind and true,
My guy of tender gentle words
You place within my heart.
The one who's strong and steady
And has been from the start,
A man that's more appreciated
More than I can ever say.
I'm saying this to wish you
A special Father's Day!

How sweet is the fragrance of the roses
And a bite from the apple pie
The blossoms that bloom in the springtime
And a wink from your love ones eye

How sweet is the nectar from the honey bees hives
And music from the birds that sing
A hug from a child, a warm embrace
And the smell from a new falling rain

How sweet is the first kiss that lingers
The whisper in your ear I love you
Sweet juicy syrup from the maple tree
And the scent from the lavender perfume

Oh for this world is much sweeter
With the sweetness floating all around
It makes the world a sweeter place
And helps keep the world turning round

I didn't take a chance, so to speak
We're just following God's lead
He asked me if I would marry him
Holding hands on bended knee

He said that he would care for me
With pleasure meet my needs
He vowed to live a Christian life
And I had faith in him to believe

I remember when he whispered
It's not so much about desire
It's how our hearts beat deep inside
That sets our soul on fire

He told me he would cherish our love
And protect me as long as he lived
We would walk together forever
Until our journeys end

I knew he wouldn't cheat on his taxes
Or even cheat on me
For honesty shines bright and clear
For all God's world to see

I knew he wouldn't neglect our children
For they've been grown for quite some time
So tying a knot together would
Strengthen the ties that bind

I trusted he wouldn't desert me
When I crumbled and fell apart
For as he said what matters is
That he still held my heart

He'll be much more than spoken words
He'll be my trusting guy
Much more than luck or magic
Much more than meets the eye

So we're not taking chances
While in this world we'll be
We're sincerely counting blessings
And we're just following God's lead

A fine lady.
So gallantly strong,
She stands for the good,
The righteous, and God.

At a small little church she faithfully arrives.
She walks quietly about as she silently sighs.
She greets with a hug with outstretched hands.
"How are you doing today? Glad to see you," she says.

I gently embrace her and ask, "How are you doing?
You look pretty today."
With a sad glow in her eyes, she says,
"It's been kinda rough,
But our God's on my side,
And I'm hanging in tough."

With a soft smile on her face, she sits in a pew,
Among family and friends and others she knew.
She graciously prays with her head slightly bowed,
Singing God's hymns with a soft whispering sound.

As she rises to leave, I squeeze her arm and say,
"You look so beautiful and much better today."
She speaks with a quick grin as she touches my cheek
And replies with a voice that's suddenly weak.
"It's a little rough, but you know me,
I'm hanging in tough."

She faithfully arrives at the little church
One last time.
She was carried by loved ones
And friends by her side,
A bouquet was placed on the pew
Where she once sat,
With flowers and ribbons and banner that read:

God's taking me home.
His ride won't be rough,
For my days are all over for me.
Hanging in tough.