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Tribute to my grandfather

WILLIAM STAUNTON WALKER, JR
5/13/1925 – 7/12/2006

I wrote this poem for my grandfather on Father’s day while he was in the hospital.

I wrote this poem for you to tell you how I feel
that you are very special to me and that one day I hope you will
Know how much you mean to me and though I’ve sometimes let you down
I want to see your smiling face and always need you around
You have always been there for me through the toughest times
And now you are hurting and no one knows why
My heart is full of sadness to see you feel this way
You are always in my heart and every night I pray
That God will take away your pain and bring you back home
to where you belong and to never feel alone
I love you very much and I wanted you to know
that my heart is always with you where ever you may go.


by Tiffany Brown

My grandfather and me as a baby

I wrote this poem the night before his funeral and read it during the service

Today my heart is full of sadness, I’ve lost someone very dear
He was very special to me and I always wanted him near
He was always there for me though the toughest times
Then he became very sick and no one knew why
It hurt me very much to see him feel this way
He was always in my heart and every night I’d pray
That God would take away his pain and hold him in his arms
To let him feel comforted and always safe from harm
God did answer my prayers and now he’s no longer in pain
I can not wait for that glorious day when I will see him again

by Tiffany Brown

my grandfather at the beach

This hymn was requested by my grandfather to be played and sung during his funeral service.

IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot,
Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Refrain
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
t is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet,
though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
Refrain

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
Refrain

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
Refrain

But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!
Refrain

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
Refrain

Tribute to my dad

Gregory Duane Brown 3/16/52 – 5/16/07

THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL INSIDE OF ME
WHO WANTS TO KNOW
“WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?”
“WHY DID YOU HURT ME SO?”

THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL INSIDE OF ME
WHO MISSED THE WONDERFUL DAYS
WHEN YOU WOULD TAKE ME TO THE PARK
WITH YOU TO PLAY

THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL INSIDE OF ME
WHO WANTS TO KNOW WHY
“WHY DON’T YOU COME AND SEE ME ANYMORE?”
“WHY DO YOU HURT ME. WHY DO YOU MAKE ME CRY?”

THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL
WHO WANTS YOU TO KNOW
THAT YOU A HAVE A SPECIAL PERSON
WHO LOVES YOU SO
EVEN THOUGH
YOU’VE HURT ME SO MUCH

I WISH THAT I CAN GIVE
YOUR HEART A TOUCH
YOU ALSO HAVE A YOUNG MAN
WHO DOESN’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE
“WHY WON’T YOU GO SEE HIM TOO AND
LET HIM KNOW YOUR NOT FAR?”

I KNOW THAT SOON YOU WON’T BE HERE
BECAUSE OF YOUR CONDITION
BUT I HOPE YOU DO LET YOUR KIDS
KNOW THAT YOU LOVE AND MISS THEM

BY: TIFFANY BROWN

Picture of my dad and I when I was younger

MY FATHER IS A SIMPLE MAN
WHO KNOWS I LOVE HIM
BUT HE NEVER COMES AROUND
EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS I’M HURTING
HE HAS LUNG CANCER
AND SOMETIMES IT’S NOT FAIR
THAT I SHOULD WORRY
OR EVEN CARE
HE USED TO HAVE A HEART OF GOLD
AND TELL ME THAT HE LOVES ME
BUT WHEN HE LEFT MY LIFE
I FEEL LIKE HE LEFT ME BE
TO WONDER WHY
HE TREATS ME LIKE HE DOES
AND WHY HE TOOK HIS LOVE FROM ME
MY LOVE FOR HIM
IS NOW SORT OF FUZZY
THE ONE I FEEL SORRY FOR THE MOST
IS MY WONDERFUL BROTHER
AND HOW HE COULD JUST LEAVE HIM
TO NEVER KNOW HIS FATHER

By Tiffany Brown

ONLY IN MY DREAMS

Only in my dreams

Can I kiss your tender lips

Hold you oh, so tight

Close to my heart

But that is just a dream

Cause in reality we are worlds apart

Only in my dreams

Could we share our most intimate thoughts

We never argued

We never fought

Only in my dreams

Could we walk in the sand

Beneath the stars

Hand in hand

Maybe they are just dreams

But they come straight from my heart

There is no better place

Where they could start

Only in my dreams

Can we always be together

But for now

I’ll be loving you forever

by Tiffany Brown

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TIME

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Time has cast a timely spell

upon my heart

And I feel that if I don’t tell you

how I feel

Then soon we will depart

For life is so impatient

and waits for no one

It keeps ticking and ticking

until the job is done

What can I do

but sit and wait

For time to slow down

or for our ending fate

I must tell you now that I love you so

and hope you feel the same way

For if I don’t tell you in the here and now

It may be too late!

By Tiffany Brown

FALLING STAR

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Stars dancing in the moonlight

over the restless waves

In the south of Florida

and near the ocean caves

I hear the distant sound

of the trees blowing in the wind

And I see the water

flowing in and out again

The breeze of the air

filled with a salty smell

and see a star fell

I wonder where it’s going

I wonder where it’s been

I wonder if I’ll ever see

A sight like that again

By Tiffany Brown