The Dream

My eyes are on my dream .
You light up my world .
You have the gift of imagination .
I like delivering dreams .
My care for you will never end .
I will give you my heart today , tomorrow
And forever  ,
I can show you what you want to see .
Nothing will be the same because of you .
You will not make life simple  .
I want you to relish
Your dreams .
I want you to celebrate the good times .
There is so much music around  .
You and I can't stop moving  .
I will always work on all the little pieces
Of your dreams  .
The only job for you  is to have fun .
When happy stay happy baby .
When it's bed time  ,
You are my little Royal ,
My Little Buccaneer  ,
My little buck-a-roo  ,
And my little Husker .
I will protect your dreams
just for you .
You make my dreams come true .

                                     By Brock

It's Always On The Table

       

My love for you

Is always on the table .

You sometimes cover it with stuff 

I can not see at all .

We may drink and eat off it .

You will wipe it off .

You may dust it off  and that's not all .

You may wash it off every day ,

You may even put a table cloth

Over the top at the end of the day

But my love for you

Is always on the table .

                                        By Brock

I'm Older

When you get older ,
Nothing gets better .
You watch much more
Than you ever play or do these days .
Your dreams are only seem
While you sleep .
Your sleep is measured
By the number of naps
You take during the long day .
Your not so open to ambition .
Your smile on your face
Has more wrinkles  .
Your ears are more ready to listen .
Your arms are always open .
Your hands are always ready to help ,
Because you are older .
Your eye sight is nothing like it once was ,
But you have your memories .
When you have pain these days  ,
It seems to last longer
Like it grows on you
And it never goes away .
When you get hurt  ,
It is how far and how deep
And how long will my scar go and last ?
Oh I don't care .
I'm getting older each day .

                                               By Brock

Dream Outside

I whisper through the leaves

Of the trees .

I am dreaming and working upstream .

I can not destroy an idea or dream  ,

Because before I do any thing

I need to visualize it  .

I may have a voice

That no one wants to hear

But I can almost

See my dream out here .

                         By Brock

In Church

When we went to church  ,

I went with my dad

To the choir loft .

He would sing and lead the choir

His special way .

I would get on the little board

and on my tip toes

To get as tall as my dad .

I would try to sing

And my dad would say

You are to be seen not heard !

When I took my grandma to church ,

We had to sit in the back .

When I took my mom to church ,

We had to sit in front to be near him .

Now when I go to church

With my family  ,

We have to sit in the back .

They do not want me to sing .

They want me to be seen not heard !

Where have I heard that before in church !!!!!

                                                             By Brock

Front Door

When he hits the front door ,

He does not knock  .

He just comes in .

He does not just flop  .

He does much more than that for me .

He could will me

To get me to do almost anything for him .

Nothing deteriorates  when he comes in .

Things get better .

I feel better and even smarter

With every conversation  .

He never did come to my door ever enough  .

Do you know any one like that ?

Do you lock your door ?

I do not .

So my door is always open .

                                                  By Brock

Tears From My Uncle's Eyes

Tears from my uncle's eyes

Came when I asked just to talk to him one day .

He did not have to talk

Or say one word .

He just was there to listen .

I knew what was inside him .

He knew what was going on inside me .

Our tears went from our cheeks to our hands ,

But our tears got together on the floor

Because we understood each other .

                                                   By Brock