Before I actually begin here, I guess I should give you a little background. My mum passed away in 2010, and I've been living alone since then. Just recently today, I found something that belonged to her in one of my old moving boxes. It was a binder containing tons of poems she wrote when she was my age. The dates vary from 1983 to 1993 (Most are written by hand, some were typed on a typewriter). Now, this was a relatively big find for me because I never really had anything of sentimental value to remember her by. And now I do. But here's the good part, I'll be sharing it all with you.

That's right. Every poem will be read, and then transferred to text right here for everybody to see. Comment if you'd like.

And so, without further ado, I present to you...



The Stained Glass Window

If I was standing in front of a stained glass window,
And the glass was warped, so what's on the outside wouldn't show.
You could stand on the other side and see through.
And you'd see me, but I'd never see you.

You could see my tears and wonder why.
But you'd never know my laughter, or hear me cry.
I'd never know you were watching my tears.
So I wouldn't be able to tell you my fears.

I could pound on the glass and know it wouldn't break.
Because not knowing if you were there would be more than I could take.
But you'd only have to step forward, and you could break through.
It'd be the only way I'd ever really be able to see you.

But I can't ask you.
I don't know if you're there.
If you are, please step through.
And show that you care.

[Notes: This first poem was written on a small sheet of paper, torn out of what appears to be a diary. The page is tattered, and is dated 8/4/92. It is addressed to the name 'Justin'. It is signed 'Kay Sharbono', an alias I never knew of.]

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Oh, please, oh please post more of these. It's a beautiful story, how you found these, and how you're reading them. It's almost something that begs to be turned into a visual tale, if you understand me.

But I can't ask you.
I don't know if you're there.
If you are, please step through.
And show that you care.

^ Hit home for me, definitely.

Thanks for commenting. <3 Here's some more.

Dear Lord

Protect him, dear Lord, through the night.
Spare me, dear Lord, from my fright.
Dear Lord, let him live just another day.
Until I've said what I need to say.

Don't let him die, dear Lord, without my love.
Let him wait for me in Heaven above.
Help him, dear Lord, don't let him die.
Help me, dear Lord, don't let me cry.

Keep him, Lord, in your protective arms.
Don't let him get hurt by life's harms.
Make him open his eyes, dear Lord, so he can see.
The love in my eyes when he looks at me.

Please, dear Lord.
Let my love live.
It is death I don't know,
If I could ever forgive.

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I Sit At Home

I sit at home, all alone.
Staring at a silent phone.
I sit at home and wait.
Hating to leave it to fate.

I sit at home and cry.
Always asking myself why.
I sit at home and pretend.
Refusing to let it end.

I sit at home, missing you.
Not quite knowing what to do.
I sit at home now no more.
I'm sick of staring at the door.

[Notes: These both were written in pen on a sheet of notebook paper, front and back. There is no date, and it's the same alias of 'Kay'. I'm not quite sure whom the first poem is about.]