Gregory Huyette Poems

Whether you have a million shares or one share,
You share in life’s the same.
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Cajole me not dear ego.
Leave alone my heart,
As I suffer so
Remembering the start.
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Though angels come from heaven, I met one from right here.
When things aren’t right or I’m up tight she has time to be near.
She’s got so much to do, but her response is always the same.
When I seek her help it’s like I’m the only one in the game.
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As you look in the mirror remember;
Remember as clock bells chime.
Remember, remember, remember
You’re living on borrowed time.
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Look where you find it difficult to see.
Dream those dreams or they’ll never be.
Prove that all naysayers are very wrong.
Turn each of their grumbles into a song.
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If it weren’t for procrastination, I’d have no alone time at all.
Between family, friends and work I need some time to stall…
Just a few moments for myself to think and cleanse my mind.
If I attend to all my priorities they’ll be impossible to find.
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We’re thankful for you Mom
For your warm, gorgeous face.
There’s no better Mom than you
Anywhere or any place.
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</>What better occasion than Father's Day to write to express how proud I am of you and to thank you from the bottom of my heart for being such a wonderful father. You have always been there when I needed your advice, encouragement or a well-deserved kick in the pants.
I thank God for so many good things that have happened in my life. I have no doubt that none of them would have been possible without your guiding influence. I am confident in my abilities. This confidence was surely nurtured in my early years by your guiding hand.
You have always been the model of the kind of father I have wanted to be. I have tried to live up to your high standards of honesty and openness. Though I have made my share of mistakes as a dad, I am proud that both Erika and Sasha exhibit many of the fine qualities that you taught me.
Each day seems to pass by a little faster. I can't believe that your first little boy is now 61 years old. As I reflect on my life and the wonderful family experiences, I can't recall even one bad memory…except maybe for good ol' Betsy, your belt.
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I look upon the window
And what do I see;
A group of shirt sleeved children
Playing merrily.
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When death came a calling,
I said, “There’s no one there.”
When it pressed for an answer,
I said, “It isn’t fair.”
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