DIXIE DIVA BREY NCOWBOY dont mess with w...'s blog: "My Poems"

Teaching Angels to Fly By: Tabitha Lynn Cowan Sitting here sad and lonely and feeling quite bereft, It doesn't seem like two years have passed since the day you left. I remember it quite vividly the day you died, And how I sat for hours and just cried and cried. Thinking of your golden coat and coal black tail and mane, Brings to my heart a stab of aching pain. The most graceful and beautiful of any around, Not to mention one of the fastest in town. Though I long for you still to be with me here, I know in my heart that you are very near. The joy that was once mine, Now belongs to another, You were my best friend, my companion, my brother. I think of you now way up in the sky, And I no longer have to ask myself why. I know now why you were taken from me, Why your spirit was set free. There were those in Heaven that had forgotten their way, Had forgotten why they had come to stay. Though they had wings, they had forgotten what they were for, Until the day you walked through Heaven's door. They all lined up just for the chance, Of being able to have just one dance. Your grace and beauty were so easy to see, And God knew what was meant to be. Each angel had their turns upon your back, To race around the golden track. You race through the clouds and jump through the air, With angels on your back and wind in their hair. All of the sudden, it is such a magical thing, Each and every angel upon your back began to spread their wing. The feelings you brought them they all longed to feel. That feeling of true freedom. Once on the ground and free from your back, Each looked back longingly at the track. Spreading their wings once again, They all whispered, "Thank you, my friend. You have taught me exactly what I've longed to know." So now it is absolutely clear and I know why, You were taken from me to teach the angels how to truly fly.

Reflections By: Tabitha Lynn Cowan I look in the mirror and what do I see, Some strange woman I don't know looking back at me. My life would seem almost perfect to some, But I'm not sure I like what I've become. I'm a woman and a mother, I'm a wife and a lover. But is that all that there is to me? Is this all I was meant to be? Is there something more I am supposed to do? Is there a reason for all I've been through? I have so much passion and love inside, And yet some of my feelings I force myself to hide. I want and I need, I hurt and I bleed, Someone please tell me what this is all about, Because sometimes all I want is out. I hate feeling selfish and self-centered, For this is the life I chose to enter. This path I'm on I elected to follow, But sometimes I feel so empty and hollow. Something is missing from the core of my heart, And to find it I have no clue where to start. I love my family and I love my life, I am proud to be called someone's wife. But I want more for my family and I. I want so much it makes me want to cry. Who can I turn to, what can I do, To help me make it through? Would anyone truly understand, That I want more than just children and a wedding band? All I have gotten is all that I have sought, And for that I have argued and fought. Hurt some people along the way, Lost some friends I wish would have stayed. A higher price could not have been paid. I guess I should take pride in this life of mine And believe that is all the plan of the Divine. Take joy in what God has seen fit to give, And be thankful for this life that I live.

A Soldier's Story By: Tabitha Lynn Cowan Late last night I had a dream, I dreamt a soldier came to me. He was dressed in blue and gray, Olive green and tan and beige, Truly a soldier from every age. Defending a nation's freedom and it's power. Prepared to die at any hour. He looked and me and said, "Dry you eye, It was my duty to fight and die. Do not however let my death be in vain, Or make my burden more of a strain. This nation was founded on freedom and love, Founded on the belief in the One above. Founded on freedom of choice, And that everyone has an equal voice. Keep these beliefs and my death was for a reason. To keep you children safe and happy throughout every season. I did my part, With a full and happy heart. Now you must do yours as well. This is my story for you to tell. Tell one and all to be proud of their soldiers, So in their own daily lives they will be boulder. To speak their minds, And search their hearts. For in their hearts the answers lie. The answers to where not another soldier need ever die. Love one another with hearts outpoured, And there will never be again the need for war. Open minds that people are not the same, That is when you life will really start to change. See through another's eyes what life must be like, Be it a soldier, a mother, or a small little tike." He looked at me with a solemn smile. I so wanted him to stay and talk for a while. Just as I turned to say, He clicked his heels and walked away. His words rang as true as the Liberty Bell, Now the story is mine to tell.

A Mother’s Thoughts At Birth By: Tabitha Lynn Cowan Pain and agony, Hope and fear, The joyful knowing that you will soon be here. I close my eyes and push with all my might, Knowing that this is the end of the fight. With a loud cry and happy tears, Everyone around us knows that you are here. All ten fingers and all ten toes, You are mine to nurture and help grow. You are the ultimate realization of love, The perfect gift from God above. Without the love between Daddy and me, You would not be. Forever part of us, our heart and soul, Worth all the pain as off to sleep I start to fall. I wish you the happiest life ever, Know that no one can ever love you better. Perfect little angel in my arms, I will keep you safe from all of life’s harms. Sleep sweet and safe my darling babe, And thank God everyday for the life love has made. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This one was written when I wasn't pregnant, lol. Surprise huh.

I Wonder By: Tabitha Lynn Cowan Oh I wonder, I wonder, Why is the sky blue? I wonder, I wonder, How do I tie my shoe? Oh I wonder, I wonder, Why is snow white? I wonder, I wonder, Why does Mommy say eat every last bite? I wonder so much about the world around me, Why you ask, because I am a mere child of only three. I want to grow big and strong, And have a life that is so long. But I hear Mommy crying late at night, And to see her cry is a terrible sight, She cries because of what the doctors say. She says they tell her soon angels will come to take me away. My poor lil body is sick and dying, And I am so tired of crying. Oh I wonder, I wonder, What makes a tree? I wonder, I wonder, Why did this happen to me? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is one that I still have yet to figure out where the idea came from. None of my children have ever been deathly sick and none of my friends children have either. I find a lot of time that if I just sit down with a pen and paper stuff just comes out. Not all of it makes any sense, but every once in a while something like this one comes out.