Come Join the Writer

Book summary

"Come Join the Writer" offers a poignant collection of poetry that explores the journey of human growth, from childhood innocence to adulthood's trials. These verses delve into the complexities of life, touching on trauma and heartache, yet ultimately celebrating the beauty found in acceptance and personal growth. Discover your own hero within these reflective pages.

Excerpt from Come Join the Writer

I Was There

I’d been there the day you were born.

I’d held you in my arms.

I have loved you since day one,

And I will love you until my life is done.

I’ve watched you grow into a boy.

I’ve held your hand, guiding you across the street.

I will see you grow into a man

And no longer need me.

It makes me sad, but it must be.

That’s just the way it goes.

Where life takes us, no one knows.

It’s a blessing watching you grow.

When you look back, I hope you see.

When you look back, I hope you know

How much you meant to me,

And how much I love you so.

When I’m gone, I will be sad

Because I can’t see you.

My wish is for you to be glad

Of the memories we had.

I’d been there the day you were born.

I’d held you in my arms.

I have loved you since day one,

And I will love you until my life is done.

Enjoy each moment, since they’re already gone.

That’s the speed of the song.

The older you get, the faster it goes.

Make sure you have something to show.

When you have your own, be there the day they’re born.

Hold the child in your arms.

Love it since day one,

Until your life is done. 

Baby To Man

A gift came to me and you,

A mother and this world, too,

Bringing so much love and joy.

We saw him born.

We watched him grow.

We held him tight and let him go.

That’s the way life was, you know.

Baby boy, baby boy.

Baby boy, baby boy.

He began to crawl and walk,

Laugh, cry, and talk,

Making us so proud.

We saw him stand.

We saw him fall.

We saw him succeed through it all.

We loved him.

Little boy, little boy.

Little boy, little boy.

Teenage years

Came too fast.

That little boy didn’t last

Long enough.

The expensive shoes,

The pricey shirts,

How we hurt, but that’s OK.

Young man, young man.

Young man, young man.

A grown man he became,

He made mistakes and learned

The game of life.

Now, with a family of his own,

Through our guidance,

He has known

Love.

Good man, good man.

Good man, good man. 

Boy In The Shadow

I see a boy standing in the corner

Of his own shadow

With no place to go.

I see a boy standing in the corner

Of his own shadow

With no place to go.

I call to him,

But he doesn’t hear.

He runs.

I watch him disappear.

My mind is blank

Because of my past.

I often think,

How long this will last?

I see a boy standing in the corner

Of his own shadow

With no place to go.

I see a boy standing in the corner

Of his own shadow

With no place to go.

Who is this boy?

What is his name?

Is this some sort of game?

Or am I insane?

How many more years have to go by?

How many more tears

Must this little boy cry?

I see a boy standing in the corner

Of his own shadow

With no place to go.

I see a boy standing in the corner

Of his own shadow

With no place to go.

I’ve begun to feel.

I’ve begun to heal.

I realize I am real.

I see a boy standing in the corner

Of his own shadow

With no place to go.

I see a boy standing in the corner

Of his own shadow

With no place to go.