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Your touch in the mornings is what I miss the most

The warmth of your body lying in my arms

The smell of your hair before I open my eyes

Waking to my side becoming one sixteenth of the bed

Because you had seized control of the rest throughout the night

Your snooze and snooze, and snooze and snooze and snooze

I’d give anything to be awakened by one more time

Your voice was softest in the morning

Before you were fully awake

Still half dreaming

You were everything I could possibly dream for

The one thing I need

I still reach for you in the moment I wake

Expecting there to be something besides the emptiness you left

When you would wake first and whisper sweet nothings into my ear

Thinking I was still asleep, I heard every word

I still, hear every word

Your touch in the morning is what I miss the most

September-16 & 17-2002 
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins
Dedicated to those of 9/11 

The day the angels cried 
We lost our life and our pride 
The day the angels cried 
Is the day we lost our children, husband, and wives 
What has changed? 
The strength of the world, our lives 
Its been rearranged 

The one above 
He'll help us through 
All we can do is love 
The ones we adored and knew 
For that's what they would want 
Even though that day will always haunt 

Things happen for a reason 
God please help us understand 
The right to our freedom 
We feel trapped and need a helping hand 

When the angels cried 
I knew how they felt 
They had let themselves down 
And didn't know the cards that have been dealt 
And all they can do now is ware a frown 

People feel so defenseless 
Yes our lives have changed 
And the ones we lost 
We will always miss 
We will make things work at any cost 

Within your self remember 
No one can take our faith 
Because every September 
The world comes together we remain sane and safe 

The day the angels cried 
The enemy went to hide 
But the world became strong 
And soon enough we'll find 
Those who did wrong 

As we pray for those who died 
We will remember always 
The day the angels cried 
For that's the day we came as one to pray 

In our changing lives 
They will always be in our heart 
September eleventh was a day of a new start 
The day we all came together 
The day for everyone to care 
For the strangers we didn't know 
This day will be on our minds forever 
The enemy don't want to mess with us 
They don't dare 
Because no mercy towards them will we show 

Trisha M. Hopkins

Copyright

Is there something in this morning

I can give you my love

The warmth of the sunshine warms my heart

Seems it knows that it's you I am thinking of

And from you I can never part

She said no there is nothing

You can give me in this morn

I am so sleepy as I awake from my night

As a gift of a new day for me is born

And your gentleness of love has me worn

My commander in the army came to say

I must send you too a desert storm

Where now I await death

Maybe come in the morn

Once more a gift of a new day born

I wrote my love

I am safe and well

And soon leave this behind me

Find my home leave all this hell

And in your arms you will find me

She wrote to me please my love

As this breaks me apart

For who my heart now thinks of

A man had come and stole my heart

And I am saddened we must part

I said it's ok you are feeling this pain

For I know your heart has been lonely

You may never had seen me again

An empty heart I cannot blame

The choice you made was your only

I will keep you forever deep in my heart

And remember a touch as gentle as a feather

I learned in the moments of my worst fears

And as my death be near

What I had in my heart held me together

I remember

writing for you

a thousand hours ago…

overflowing hearts,

carefree rhymes,

a dash of things not said.

I read your song

over and over again,

just to keep you

in my head.

But at least

That was a song.

This is just

Letters thrown together

on a page.

Writing for you

will just waste my time…

So I’ll cry for you,

Emalina,

till you come round again.

I’ll fall

A thousand times

Just to risk it

I’ll kiss

A thousand times

Just to try

I want to know

if this is real

if I’m in it

I want to paint

with airplane wings

in the sky

So I’ll cry for you,

Emalina,

till you come round again.

Emalina,

I might not be

what you wished for

But I’m all you have

right now.

If you turn on me

forever…

the door slamming

to you

it’s just another sound.

Bells in the twilight,

voices intertwined

A lonely

Heart at midnight

hoping it hasn’t

closed for good.

Emalina,

I don’t want to be

a love song.

I don’t even want to be

your love song.

I just want to be me.

So I’ll cry for you,

Emalina,

till you come round again.

Years slipped so fast they slow to a murky fog in memory

Recalling nights of starlit kisses and glittering fireworks

Our eyes allied with the moon and the shimmering stars

You — an enchanting Monet

Yet we couldn’t find footing on day-lit common ground 

My feet ached to stand firmly fixed with yours though

So I tried to be with you by climbing upon your back 

A heavy burden — obscured

You stepped out from under the weight and stood alone

I carefully felt for footing underneath my ethereal being

Seeking ground of my own, a base of bedrock to build upon

Solid earth — a foundation

Still wishing for a shared space now 

My cold feet — your unruly brow

Bottled up inside

Trying, just to hide

The pain that I feel,

The skin I want to peel.

There is no escape,

From this unending ache.

This is my torture

Something I must endure.

I cannot hide.

I cannot flee.

I'm forced to be me,

But who is she?

When souls are dark as the night

When solace lies not in the stars

But in the dream kept by others

And in those tears not shed

For solace is forgotten

In all but the darkest of nightmares