For My Father

 

If I could trade places with you
I would.
To see you go through such pain,
Hurts me more than you'll ever know.
I'd give you a lung,
So you can breathe better.
I'd give you my spine,
So you no longer have those tumors.
I'd take all of your scarred tissue,
And place it in my body,
If that meant you would be free.
Free from pain, 
Free from doctor's visits
And emergency room waiting.
Free from the chemo and the 
Radiation.
I'd take it all on,
If that means you can live again.
I mean actually LIVE,
Go on vacation and enjoy your retirement.
You wouldn't have to be confined to your bed
Because it hurts too much to move.
You wouldn't have to listen to doctors tell you
They don't know what's wrong over and over again.
I don't mind the uncertainty and the doubt, 
But when it comes to you
It's frustrating.
I can't help you 
And that is the worst pain I'll ever know.

– J.S.Atkins

Break Away

I escape my shelter
Take a peak
Spread my wings
And fly away
No more protection
From the cruel world
Off on my own
To fly or fail
The weather will alter
The wind may be harsh
At moments it will be cold
But on I must go
To continue to soar
Is up to me
Nothing ever comes
Very easily
If I should falter
In these skies
I will not stop
Trying to fly
I broke away
I explored the world
I am off on my own
Just my wings and me

 

– J.S.Atkins

Mr. Perfect

To Mr. Perfect who has no flaws

And is steady tossing stones at others’ walls,

Does not realize he is not perfect at all.

To Mr. Perfect who can do no wrong

And is always singing the same old song

Of “woe is me” and “you should do”;

Believes he is different from me and you,

But one day he will see

He is not perfect at all.

To Mr. Perfect who judges most,

Stands up to make a toast

To himself in normal fashion

And says with such passion

That “perfection is the only quality

Bestowed upon him solely”.

Mr. Perfect will soon find out

That perfection is not for man

And that flaws are a part of God’s plan;

So that we will know humility

And be able to take responsibility

For all our actions, evil or kind.

Mr. Perfect is not perfect at all.

One day those walls will fall,

Due to all the stones he’s cast

Trying to make everyone else

Take responsibility for their acts.
– J. S. Atkins

Not a House, But a Home

A home is more than walls and beams,
It is a place created by dreams.

Let your spirit fill every room,
So that sadness can not resume.

May laughter take residence in the walls,
So you can still hear it while walking the halls.

When the outside world seems to fail
Know your home is a place where love prevails.

That's because of you and your beautiful soul
And that's what makes each room glow.

So much so,
The lights seem more bright,
There's a warmth that exist,
And everything just feels right.

You are what makes this home so golden
And you need nothing more;
Each and every visitor feels it,
When they walk through the door.

- J. S. Atkins

I wrote this poem for my friend and placed it in a shadowbox as a housewarming gift.  I really enjoyed creating a poem that was custom to the occasion, as well as the person.  I am hoping that more opportunities to create custom poetry will arise for other occasions because this was beyond amazing and the final product was beautiful.

Make Time

This is for the person who is

Too busy,

Too important,

Or too uninterested.

The moments seem so minuscule

Compared to your daily schedule;

You’ll miss them

Once they have passed

And everyone has moved on.

So stop!

Let people know they are not replaceable,

That you are not too important or busy

And that life simply would not be the same

Without them.