The Dreamer
Ruth W Banker
(My Mom)
Copyright
©
1964
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The dreamer sits by the hour
Dreaming dreams that never come true
A beautiful garden with a rose bower
Iris and pinks and violets so blue
A blue sky above
With fleeting white clouds
Like great sailing ships
With mirages of distant lands
These are the dreamers trips
Now there's sunny Italy
So old and so new
With her gondolas and her lovers
with promises true
And beautiful Spain
With it's dark eyes girls
It's handsome senors
And bull fighters too
Oh, for the life of a dreamer
Where reality can not enter in
The dreams are so real and yet paper thin
They drift away on fleecy white clouds
Never more to be seen
The end of a dreamers dream
Here Is My Heart
Ruth W Banker
(My kids Grandma)
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©
1963
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Here is my heart, breaking with pain
A little girl looking for love
From Mother, Father, Sisters and Brothers.
Here is my heart longing, begging and hurting with pain
Too far in the center forgotten by all
So here is my heart hurting, smothering, bursting for love.
Now a teen child still no one cared?
Growing away from the ones I loved
Here is my heart so painfully sore
Betrayed into marriage, vows soon forgotten
Here again is my heart torn with pain
Only a child and my first laid to rest
My darling daughter gone, God called her to her rest
Where is the love I so generously gave?
Everyone took but forgot to repay
Here take my heart, mind if I pray?
Heal it, bring happiness to it if you can
Instead, once more death
Here take my heart, feel the throb and the pain
Once again death brings it's sting and pain and sorrow untold
Mother, Father, Sisters and Brothers
Children and Husbands too and the love that I crave
Gone and my heart once again in pain
Take my heart, heal the hurt, the aches and pain
Forgotten by Sisters and Brothers, now Sons and Daughters too
Hear take my heart look if you can
See all the suffering, sorrow and pain?
Try to look back if you can
Just once ask how much happiness have each one of you given
It could have been easy, so easy I'm sure
To give a little thought to an aching heart
So take my heart sore, broken with and hardened by pain
Do what you will with it it matters not
After all of the craving for all my life
One can give it unselfishly and one really does
God in his mercy will take my heart and heal all the pain, the sorrow it felt
Give it the love no one else would or could
Here is my heart grown old and forlorn
Tired and weary until a new day is born
Waiting and hoping, wondering how long must I wait,
Before God finds time to call me to His breast
Saying, "Poor heart, it's your turn to rest."
Dear, Dear Agnes
Carl Rosendahl jr.
(My Uncle,Mom's Brother)
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©
1917
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'Twas but a babe eighteen months old
That laid there dead and cold
But she was dear, yes a dear
In her eyes you ne'er saw a tear
She would lay there and suffer, yes suffer and moan
Until she had to the dear God flown
We watched her and watched her on her early flight
But there she had gone before the next night
She would listen all day, till the whistle would blow
And then to the window she'd really go
She would look down the field and street so long
Until she saw her daddy coming along
Then running and dancing and clapping her hands
She would run out and meet him, and take him by the hand
And would lead him to the porch where her mother would stand
And in this great world there was only one other
That was such a kind and gentle mother
But Agnes, dear Agnes, why did you leave?
Leave us here to sob and grieve
Your daddy would like to have you return
And your mother the same, would want your life's bright ways to learn
But now it's too late to pleed to God
For now she is lying under the sod
©
1963
All Rights Reserved
©
1917
All Rights Reserved
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