Tuesday, April 16, 2024

Lost Family Found

 

Lost Family Found

© by Bud Lemire on April 12, 2024



There was a time long ago, in the history of our families

Pregnant daughters, found themselves begging on their knees

To keep their babies, but their parents were too strict

Authority won over, and young Mothers were heartsick


The heartbreak of giving up, a special part of you

Yet there was nothing else, that they could do

Years went by, and that baby was still on their mind

Always wondering, if reunited, what is it they would find


Some took up the search, yet they didn't find a clue

Having nowhere else to turn, and nothing else to do

There are people, who research, and help you in this case

Help to locate lost family, then you can see their face


They can find their location, whether alive or dead

By collecting the data, and going where they're lead

Some results are successful, and there's some that can be a bit sad

It's so emotional to see reunions, with a child and their Mom and Dad


To me, these true stories, always touch my heart

It brings closure to each person, who had played their part

Years have passed, and they meet, they feel it's where they belong

A family reunion happens, and it's like happiness in a song



I've been watching watching a series about people searching

for long lost family members. It really pulls on the heart. I

find the connection and longing between family members so

very strong. It's a Need to find a long lost family member to

find closure of the heart and soul. Sometimes it isn't always

a happy ending. Other times, they do find out what they need

to know. Sometimes it's more of a pleasant surprise. Family is

so important. It's who we belong with.

Monday, April 8, 2024

At Every Concert

 

At Every Concert

© by Bud Lemire on April 6, 2024



Tall people who stand in front of you, and those dancing drunks

Women who wear strong perfume, and they smell like skunks

People who think, at every concert they must stand

When everyone behind them, is trying to see the band


I think tall people, should sit in the balcony or way in the back

Drunks shouldn't be allowed in, because they always quack

People should be told, not to stand but to sit

Others just can't see, and it isn't worth a spit


We pay, and come to enjoy the band

We can't see anything, when they stand

When they jump up and down

I didn't come to see a clown


Then they spill their beer in the aisle

I look around, and don't see anyone smile

I grab my slingshot, and I'm a good aim

When something bothers me, I play the game


One good shot, and that beer would explode everywhere

The people in the next row, would give me a nasty stare

Nobody actually saw my slingshot, so did they really know

Then I'd laugh inside, I really was here to enjoy the show


Quick! Hide the slingshot, here comes security.


Just a poem at my frustration of inconsiderate people at

a concert. They wear perfume that smells like they took

a bath in. They drink beer they smells awful, and dance

around so nobody can see. I know tall people can't help

their height, but the hosts of the concert should at least

make sure that everyone is seated so others behind can

see. They aren't doing their job.