On The Threshold

On The Threshold

©by Bud Lemire on Dec 8, 2019

He was waiting, on the threshold of Heaven's Door

A place, that would take him to a distant shore

What lay on the other side, only God really knows

Soon he'll find out, and he'll have many hellos

Looking back on his life, it was like a song

It wasn't a short one, and it lasted quite long

He made his share of mistakes along the way

Yet he learned even more from every day

He did his best, made a living all his own

Sharing his love with his family, made it his home

Somehow things went wrong, his wife wanted out

For awhile there, it left him with some doubt

The sun would shine again, and this was to be true

He'd experience the feelings, of love anew

This love lasted a lifetime, and felt right

He beheld an amazing feeling, within the light

It was Magical, Spiritually it was known

This love he lived with, was deeply shown

He had no regrets, as he looked back

Only his final days, after the heart attack

But soon, he'd be on the other side of that door

The love that he knew, would be with him once more

The trials of love and life give us the experience we need

to value everything we go through. Many times we don't

understand them at the time. Many times it takes us our

entire lifetime to understand it all. Sometimes we never

understand until we are spirits gliding in the Heavenly

World. Then we look back and smile, and understand

that we needed each moment of love, to become the being

we were meant to be.

A Tap On My Shoulder

A Tap On My Shoulder

© by Bud Lemire on Nov 17, 2019

She stood there facing me, with her tongue hanging out

As I took in what I saw, it left me with some doubt

Most people would be appalled, and walk away

But something told me, that I should stay

I remember my Mom, worked with those with special needs

As I stood there watching, just to see where this leads

She was looking at DVDs, I was looking at some too

A tap on my shoulder, is what she would do

She would point at the DVD, it was Magnum P. I.

“That was a great series,” would be my reply

She would again tap my shoulder, and she'd point again

“Oh “Star Trek” is my favorite, since I was ten”

She pointed, after a shoulder tap once more

“Gilligan's Island is a classic like the others before”

I looked up to see, that she was walking away

Something inside told me, this was a special day

She found a way to communicate

For some reason, it made me feel great

Was she an Angel, sent to see what I'd do

Could she be a spirit, that I once knew

I ask you this, what would you do?

If this person, came up to you.

At first it surprised me, as I took in her face

Normally there is someone with these people.

Then somewhere deep inside, maybe she needed

someone she could communicate with. I stayed,

and those taps, and her pointing at the DVDs,

told me, that inside this person, is a soul with

a heart. They may not be like us in one way, but in

another way, they are. So please remember this

if someone comes up to you, and looks a bit different.

I Hear You

I Hear You

©by Bud Lemire on Nov 13, 2019

What would you do if suddenly you couldn't hear a thing

And you keep wondering what each new day will bring

Several years would pass by without hearing a sound

You'd have to learn to read lips wherever people are found

Then along comes a tragic illness and an operation so severe

It happens all of a sudden, and sounds then happen to be near

Overwhelming joy, filling your heart with happy tears

All those forgotten sounds, enlightening your ears

Something so miraculous, has happened to you

Something so wondrous, your dreams come true

So much happiness, you just want to dance

Divine intervention has given you a second chance

The Angels are watching over you

They're enjoying everything you do

“Listen closely, and tell us what you hear”

“We have returned full capacity, to your ear”

As you heal some more

And are a lot less sore

Every sound will be like music to you

All the sounds, that you once knew

So many prayers came together for this gift

So that it would touch you and uplift

Losing any of your senses isn't funny. But when we

have hope, and believe that one day, we may

just see, hear, smell, walk, again.

We must have faith, believe, and know

that Hope is always out there.

And it might just happen.

My Life's Story

My Life's Story

© by Bud Lemire on Oct 24, 2019

In 1960, my life's story began on Earth

It's been quite a journey, beginning with my birth

I lived on South 12^th street, until I was three

Then for 39 years, 222 North 14^th Street is where I'd be

I lived just a block behind Ernie's Party Store

This is where I'd learn so much more

Growing from a kid into a man

Learning from life's journey, the best I can

Our little friend named Toby, and genealogy

My introduction to computers, and all it could be

Pen Pals, letters sent almost everywhere

Became close friends, they loved to share

The CB Radio, 10-4, you got a copy on me?

Poems that I wrote, for all to see

My Spiritual Journey, of all that I could be

Awakened inside, and it was flowing free

A trip to Quebec, to my ancestor's home

The first time away, and I was alone

The passing of my Mom and my Dad

Two brothers too, which was really too bad

A trip on the Greyhound, to Washington State

I found myself a woman, she became my mate

It didn't work for her, it ended in two thousand and four

Back in Escanaba, I opened a brand new door

I helped Bob the Quadriplegic, for twenty one years

Before that, the Goymeracs, I conquered many fears

I was a dishwasher at Classmates, later it burned down

At a Halloween Party, I played the clown

Into the Harbor Tower, on Mom's birthday in July

Met a friend named Loretta, and then time passed by

Personal Care Services, Community Action Agency

Then a Senior Companion, is what I came to be

Picking wild peas on Aronson Island, by the shore

A life long friend, Basil, who could ask for more

That's my life in a Nutshell, so I shall stop here

Read more, in the life story of Bud Lemire

Yes, I am working on my Life's story. At least as far

as I can go up to the present. This poem wasn't in

order of the events happening, and not everything is

in it, but much of it will be in the story itself.

Her Last Years Alone

Her Last Years Alone

© by Bud Lemire on Oct 23, 2019

Living alone, she's barely getting by

Some days, all she wants to do is cry

When she has a bad day, where is the help in need

If nobody comes, how will she ever succeed

All she wanted, was to live her last years alone

Now she wonders, is it really safe in her home

She prays, because it's the best she can do

All she asks, is to help her through

Don't tell me, what you think she should do

In her place, you wouldn't do it too

If you put yourself, in her place

“Then you'd know everything that I face”

“Every day, my health is changing”

“Every moment, is what I'm arranging”

“Don't misunderstand me, I love it alone”

“I've got my TV, I've got my phone”

“My eyesight and hearing, is going away”

“I fear what will happen, on some future day”

“I want to enjoy my last years, here, alone”

“Because sooner or later, it'll be the Nursing Home”

It's not easy making a living as you get older and your

health is failing. You can't see to even call someone, or

see the cards, or see to turn channels on the TV. Or

when your hearing is going and you can't hear the people

on the phone, or in person, and hate to ask them to repeat

what they said. Yet, you want your freedom, as long as you

can have it. Because you know, sooner or later, it will be a

Nursing Home.

Waiting For The Blue To Show

Waiting For The Blue To Show

© by Bud Lemire on Oct 17, 2019

I'm waiting for the blue to show

They're coming today, this I know

When they come, they bring a smile

They make me feel good, for quite awhile

They bring me to Bingo, so I can play

Some even sit down, and they stay

I love it when I win a prize

Doesn't matter what their size

Oh yes, I'll play Cover Up too

They'll be there, the ones in blue

Guiding me as I shake the dice

I must say, they sure are nice

I like purple, but I love blue

In fact, I like everything they do

They bring a smile to a lonely heart

In this lifetime, they play a special part

Oh what a special day it will be

I watch and look and hope to see

They're coming today, this I know

I'm Waiting For The Blue To Show

The Blue by their well known name are

Senior Companions. I'd like to think if

I was old and lived alone or in a Nursing

Home, I'd look forward to the Blue to show.

They are fun loving people, and I'd enjoy my

time with them. In fact being a Senior Companion,

I work with some of the best people in Blue.

Seven Years

Seven Years

© by Bud Lemire on Oct 17, 2019

When seven years come around

That's where our love will be found

We found each other in the chat

We've been through this, we've been through that

We've learned a lot, about the other one

Through it all, we had lots of fun

We journeyed through the books we've read

Hand in hand, where our hearts were lead

Acceptance learned, is our love's key

To understand, who the other can be

We unlocked the door, and stepped on through

That is when, both our spirits flew

Our spirits intertwined, and took flight

On a lovers embrace, all through the night

Fulfilled in love, with such a pleasure

Our time together, was one we'd treasure

We were there for each other, at every turn

And during this time, there was much to learn

We held hands and hearts, through laughter and tears

As our souls embraced love, for Seven Years

Baby, thank you so much for the love you've shared

with me for Seven Years. On October 17, 2012, our

love connected and has stayed that way for Seven Years.

I love you and always will.