Thanksgiving 2014

‘THANKFUL’

There’s a homeless man, somewhere in America, wakin’ up, brushin’ off the cold. He still wears his boots from a foreign land, where he fought for the freedom of us all. But, now he’s just a face nobody knows.
Then he closes his eyes, and says, “I’m thankful, thankful for all that I have.”

Her eyes grow dim with age, and her body’s kinda bent, her mind weak and feeble. As time turns another page, she looks back on a life well spent, in the service of other people.
Then she closes her eyes, and says, “I’m thankful, thankful for all that I have.”

A little boy gazes out a window, entertained by the sight, of new fallen snow. He has no worry for tomorrow, it was a peaceful, restful night, in a place he now calls home.
Then he closes his eyes, and says, “I’m thankful, thankful for all that I have.”

Newlyweds sit by a fire, holdin’ hands and drinkin’ coffee. There’s a baby on the way. They have all they could desire, with a love that’s meant to be, lookin’ forward to the dreams of many happy days.
Then they close their eyes, and say, “I’m thankful, thankful for all that we have.”

Kissed by misfortune, a single mother raises her child, doin’ it all by herself. They share only one little room. But, it’s all worthwhile, she wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.
Then she closes her eyes, and says, “I’m thankful, thankful for all that I have.”

Someone stands at a bus stop, waitin’ for a mornin’ ride. Another long day of work ahead. Soon to be watchin’ the clock, countin’ minutes til quitin’ time. Hopin’ it all pays off in the end.
Then someone closes their eyes, and says, “I’m thankful, thankful for all that I have.”

I’m thankful. Thankful for all that I have. I may not have it all. But I have all that I need. I’m thankful. Thankful just to be alive. Some may say, “It’s small.” But, I’m thankful. Thankful, just bein’ me.

Goin’ on his way, the homeless vet finds the shelter. A smile touches his face, as he’s met with joy and laughter. It may seem small to a few, but to him, his faith becomes renewed.
Then he closes his eyes, and says, “I’m thankful, thankful for all that I have.”

In walks a nurse, to say, “Good morning, Ma’am”, as the elderly lady sits up in her bed. She was once in that young girl’s place, giving a helpin’ hand. So, she smiles at the words which were said.
Then she closes her eyes, and says, “I’m thankful, thankful for all that I have.”

Very softly, new parents knock at the little boy’s door. He’s never known this feeling of bein’ someone’s joy and pride. For them, they couldn’t ask anything more, and, he’s finally found love in his young life.
Then they close their eyes, and say, “I’m thankful, thankful for all that we have.”

In the fire that new couple looks for images made by flames. They feel a kick from their unborn child to be. And, as they ponder over baby names, they wonder, ‘Whether it’ll be a he or a she?’
Then they close their eyes, and say, “I’m thankful, thankful for all that we have.”

Now, in that little apartment, a chiming rings. Answering the sound, the young mother finds boxes of many things. Yet, there’s noone around. Her heart fills up with joy, to see diapers, clothes, and toys.
Then she closes her eyes, and says, “I’m thankful, thankful for all that we have.”

Goin’ home later that day, someone tired and weary; thinks of the sacrifice that was made, with eyes that grow teary. For, at home, someone awaits, with dinner ready, and a heart full of ‘thanks’.
Then someone closes their eyes, and says, “I’m thankful, thankful for all that I have.”

I’m thankful. Thankful for all that I have. I may not have it all. But I have all that I need. I’m thankful. Thankful just to be alive. Some may say, “It’s small.” But, I’m thankful. Thankful, just bein’ me.

I’m thankful. Thankful for all that I have. I may not have it all. But I have all that I need. I’m thankful. Thankful just to be alive. Some may say, “It’s small.” But, I’m thankful. Thankful, just bein’ me.

I’m thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving

-Hank22077

The Woman In Love With Me

I ain’t always the man I should be. Sometimes I drink too much and stay out way too late. But she’s always been there for me. With love and understanding on her face. Sometimes it’s hard to believe, she’s the woman in love with me.
I try my best to compensate, for all I do wrong. I’m often too short and too late, but she stands firm and strong. The good Lord truly blessed me, making her the woman in love with me.

I try so hard to be all I promised her. I get down just knowing, how often I’ve scarred her heart. But her love keeps on growing; like a never-ending stream. Cause she’s the woman in love with me.

I know she could find better, if she really wanted to. Someone, somewhere out there, could give her all I’ve wanted to. But she stands there beside me, content with all I can be. She’s the woman in love with me.

I try so hard to be all I promised her. I get down just knowing, how often I’ve scarred her heart. But her love keeps on growing; like a never-ending stream. Cause she’s the woman in love with me.
She’s the woman in love with me

11/23/2014

Too Bad to Cry

What does a man do? Where can he go? When all the pain he’s been through, the only fault is his own. The tears never fall, though they fill his eyes. He’ll never stand tall, when it hurts too bad to cry.

Tremblin’ hands, that once were strong; only half a man, no where is home. He stands all alone, just an empty shell. All the love is gone; there’s nothing but hell. Head bowed in shame, no hope to find, when it hurts too bad to cry.

The seasons don’t change, the memories won’t die. Every day’s the same, there’s nothing but time. All the lives he’s destroyed, haunt him day and night. Even death holds no joy, when it hurts too bad to cry.

So, what can I do? Where can I go? When all the pain I’ve been through, the only fault is my own. The tears never fall, though they fill my eyes. I’ll never stand tall, when it hurts too bad to cry.

No, I’ll never stand tall, ’cause it hurts too bad to cry.

In Her Heart

There’s laughter in her voice and there’s a sparkle in her eyes. So, it comes to me as no surprise, that every time the phone rings, oh, she swears it’s just a friend. But, I know he’s in her heart again.

In her heart, in her heart, in her heart again.

And, just like the last time, I’ll wait up late, losin’ my mind. ‘Cause I know it’s the only way I can win, When he’s in her heart, in her heart again.

In her heart, in her heart, in her heart again.

Yes, I know he’s in her heart again.

Whispers of Winter

Wind whips through the trees,
Snow whispers on the wind,
Like old forgotten dreams,
Or long, lost friends,
Where ever the road may lead,
Where ever the path may end.

Close your eyes and deeply breathe.
Let the air refresh your soul.
You’ll see things no one else can see,
You’ll learn wisdom that’s never been known.
Open your ears as they enter,
Listen to the whispers of winter.

Free your heart, let go your mind.
Play your part, as though a child.
When all the world seems to die,
And nature is laid to rest,
Enjoy the cycle of the time,
Invite your beautiful guest.

Close your eyes and deeply breathe.
Let the air refresh your soul.
You’ll see things no one else can see,
You’ll learn wisdom that’s never been known.
Open your ears as they enter,
Listen to the whispers of winter.

Can you hear her as she beckons?
Do you feel her tender touch?
Her arms are long and silken,
Like a mother given to love.
Oh, what inspiration that she brings!
Oh, what lovely songs that she sings!

Close your eyes and deeply breathe.
Let the air refresh your soul.
You’ll see things no one else can see,
You’ll learn wisdom that’s never been known.
Open your ears as they enter,
Listen to the whispers of winter.

For my daughters on our first snowfall of the season: 12/07/09

Erin

Erin

Tori

Tori

A Song for Ryan

This was inspired by Ryan Chastain’s own words as a child trying to understand his grandfather’s passing; as well as the rock song from my childhood, by the band Slaughter, called “Fly to the Angels”.

“A Song for Ryan”

There are no good words when a life has ended
Even when you know God has planned it
We just move on with a smile
Try to remember all the good times
We may hurt now and then
But know we’ll be together one day again.

So sing a song for Ryan, Oh, there’ll be no more cryin’. Now he’s up there flyin'; With the angels in the sky. And I’ll bet he’s smilin’. So sing a song, a song for Ryan.

Life holds so much pain,and so many tears
We’ve all drowned in so much rain, down through the years
But if we’ve been blessed with hope, love and faith
Then rest assured we’ll have strength for another day.

And we’ll sing a song for Ryan, Oh, there’ll be no more cryin. Now he’s up there flyin'; With the angels in the sky. And I’ll bet he’s smilin’. So sing a song, a song for Ryan.

Sing a song for Ryan. No, there’ll be no more cryin’. Now he’s up there flyin'; With the angels in the sky. Yeah, I’ll bet he’s smilin’. So sing a song, a song for Ryan.
Yeah sing a song, a song for Ryan.

William “Hank” Hammond. September 2007

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I wrote this for her birthday!

Today, as I set and look at your picture,

I think of how beautiful our lives used to be.

Your face, has burned in my heart a permenant fixture,

I’m amazed you’re no longer with me.

Time, as I’ve heard can change everything,

Some even believe it heals all scars.

My mind, has found no reason yet to sing,

For day and night I wonder where you are.

Tomorrow, it will be a new beginning,

Yet for me it seems nothing will change.

I’ll borrow, from the past that’s ending,

Somehow strength for the new day.

Love, I believe at times we never got to share,

There were kisses, hugs, and good-bye’s we may have forgot.

But above, beyond it all, life to us was not unfair,

For in my life, beyond all, only you could have filled such a unique spot.

Written Wednesday, August 3, 2011

In the Loving Memory of

Rebecca A. Baker

August 11, 1953 to May 5, 2011

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