For My Children
By Claude Weidner

My greatest day had arrived
Been too long for this
A long hard labour did I get
But finally what astonishment.

You seemed healthy as can be
All was going very well
Started having trouble breathing
And then my private hell.

They took you back to ICU
The doctors came and went
At first they were hopeful
Oh the things they missed.

Mind and body destroyed with sorrow
As tears gush down my face.
I pray to a God I don't believe in
I'd willingly take your place.

If ever there was a God
The prayer I implored he dismissed
I sincerely felt it from my heart
My little angel I'll always miss.

A year or so down the road
The fear of yet a second try
Another child will be here soon
I break down and silently cry.

My tears are for fear unknown
The mistakes the doctors make
Desperately need you in my life
Don't want you lost to fate.

Another great day had arrived
You came with just a little scare
Labour wasn't too intense
What a beautiful head of hair.

I pray to a God I don't believe in
To keep you safe and strong
Up 'til now my prayers are answered
Reassured you'll live life long.

Final Hour
By Claude Weidner

I go through each day
with thoughts of you
Trying to convey
expressing my view.

I don't understand
why your not here
Wanting your hand
hold you so dear.

Never get to teach
things you should know
Won't hear me preach
or say the word No.

One day is all I had
now that's not correct
Two hours I was glad
fourteen were wrecked.

In your final hour
want to take your place
My mouth is sour
Your pain finally erased.

Faces
By Claude Weidner

Why are they different
and not the same
They will torment
and show no shame.

Wearing them proudly
their hearts desire
Laughing loudly
oh what a liar.

Will it be you
their next target
Hard to construe
or even forget.

The lives they alter
are never the same
Will make you falter
their faces to blame.

Beliefs Not Judgements
By: Claude Weidner

We're all brought up
to believe
Absorbing the cup
so naive.

Some may wonder
about afterlife
Six feet under
what a rife.

Soul wondering
aimlessly throughout
Growing wings
with some doubt.

We all differ
with what we believe
Getting tougher
as we grieve.

People pray
to different Gods
Led astray
spare your rod.

Let us live
and die in peace
Let us give
and not decrease.

Alyssa
By Claude Weidner

Against my aspiration, I find I'm
Living with dreadful memories.
Your always in my heart,
Searching for peace within.
Second chances cast aside;
Alyssa, 'til we meet again.

Life
By Claude Weidner

How precious life can be
the ones that truly know
Do we hold the key
to our sorrow and woe.

Can we get out
from misery and pain
There's some doubt
that we're still sane.

Most will never understand
what we have to endure
Some think it was God's hand
for me - I'm not so sure.

Why would a God
forgiving and pure
Not spare his rod
and give us a cure.

This is a question
that everyone ponders
Still in depression
as heart grows fonder.

For us that suffer
life is treasured
As we get tougher
life is measured.