An Angels Hero
Hi there Bill, how’s it going,
My name is Sammi-Jo;
Grandma sent, a message up,
That you were, seeking info.
Grandma talks to me a lot,
In some poem, or rhyme;
When she told me about you,
I knew , I had to take the time.

Who better than me, can tell you,
What happen that, fateful day;
We couldn’t see, out he window,
As we try, to go on our way.
A semi jackknife, and hit us,
And we were spun around;
Suddenly, our car stopped,
Along, the frozen ground.

Mom got her head cut bad,
There was blood everywhere;
When the angels came to beckon,
I didn’t stand a prayer!
I didn’t want, to leave my brother,
And Grandpa, who loved me so;
Grammy would be lost without me,
But they said, It was time to go!

But now that I am up here,
There’s lots of things to do;
Wings to make, a choir to join,
And people to watch over like you!
I’m proud of what your doing,
It makes my heart feel glad,
Heaven is such a beautiful place,
So please Bill, don’t be sad!

What is that I tear I see
And goose bumps on your arm,
An Angel just stopped to kiss your cheek,
She didn’t mean you harm!
Remember while your traveling,
I’ll be watching over you,
Someday you too will be an Angel
And that’s what you’ll do too!

Sami & Joyce

J.A. Mayer 9-22-00

Roadside Memorials
He sees, crosses on the highways,
Almost everyday;
Somber, looking things,
As he goes on his way!
It makes him, sit and ponder,
Exactly who you were;
A Dad, a Mom, or Child,
A loved one, he is sure!

Was it a drunken driver,
Or, was a cell phone, being used;
Were they, paying attention,
Or looking for some tunes?
The highway seems like a war-zone,
Where people fight to be free;
Free to phone, free to drink,
And even free to, speed!

Well I, hope that the crosses,
Slow you down, even make you think;
To pull off, to use the phone,
Or, perhaps, take one last drink!
You can call them descansos,
To Some, they are a shrine;
Some are made of PVC,
And some are made of pine.

The crosses are memorials,
To those whose life was lost;
Family members, put them up
No matter, what the cost!
This poem is for Bill Sampson,
A friend we have not met;
In thanks, for the memorial,
A gift we won’t forget!

Sami and Joyce

J. A. Mayer 9-22-00