Poem: Dreams

This poem was written on April 17, 1988. By Brian Dill to his wife.

Dreams

I have them every night
Sometimes they are remembered
Sometimes they are not
When I was a boy, I had scary ones
When I would cry out my daddy would
come to my rescue
As I grew, so did they
They changed in different ways
As a young man they were of sports
They were of making the perfect catch in the game
They were of crossing the finish line first
The one day I had a terrible one
Only this one was real
The things that happened caused such pain
I couldn’t believe that I would ever be me again
Three years have come and gone
Changes in my life so evident
Those three years were filled
With lessons that will never be forgotten
Now, I venture on with someone new
When I was young life was a dream
Then when I grew I was awaken from
That dream by realities harsh slap
Now, I’m back in a dream
Only this time it’s a dream come true

Poem: My Love

This is a poem my husband wrote to me on 3/10/88.

My Love

My love for you is so strong
I long for that special way to
show you how much. Everyday I
search, looking near and far, hoping
to find a special word or phrase. Just a
way to relay my special love for you. I listen
to you over the telephone. I tell you I Love You.
Three very small words. I listen for the effect that
they bring me. Maybe a warmth in your voice. Then
they return coming back to me. Slowly I absorb them
with an open heart. They flow into that special place
reserved especially for that purpose. Into a place that
only you can open. Because, only to you have I given the key.

Poem: Someone Special

This was written to me by my husband on 3/27/88.

Someone Special

In this walk called life I’ve found that
having someone special makes things go
around. When I’m feeling blue, having that
someone special who will listen to me, when
frustrations rise. That someone special is there
to release the intense frustrating pressure that
is clinging to my mind. That someone special puts
my body at ease knowing that this someone special
is real, and I won’t have to put on a charade. That
someone special is so unique, they have their own way
to make me feel real and complete. That someone special
is now a part of my life making me more a person in
every way. That someone special is to me an important
piece in my life today. I value their thoughts, I love their
praise, and they build me up in special ways. But,
most of all, I’m glad to say that God has made that
special someone you today. I love you.

Poem: God’s Shade

This is a poem my husband wrote to me on 3/28/88.

God’s Shade

As I walk in God’s Shade. I look
outside and see suffering and pain.
I long to reach out to people.
To step out unawares if I do.
I will surely fall for I am waited down
with troubles in my life. Some great.
Some small. So, I walk along in His Shade.
As I walk I learn to trust and to obey.
I give to my Lord the many weights
that need to be shed. As I walk, I begin
to feel stronger. God has given me the strength
I need to reach out to others. To help them
into the shade of my Lord. Since the Lord has
taken my weights, I feel free and strong. I’m able
to step out of my God’s shade and help show
others, the love and core His shade has for them.

Poem: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Brian wrote this poem April 16, 1988.
It seems like a life time ago. I have so many love notes and poems from my dear husband.

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Yesterday was fun
We had our struggles and pleasures
When we were in yesterday
We looked forward to today
Now that we are in today
We have so many things to
Look forward to
A life together forever
A love that forever lasts
Arms that are always open
Eyes full of compassion and understanding
And a tomorrow that brings
Marriage and a relationship
So strong and true
That nothing will ever tear
Us apart from each other
Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow
Ours is a love that will last

Poem #2

My husband wrote this to me on 2/7/89. Also, attached to the poem below was a beautiful letter to me. I will share the poem only.

Poem #2

As time goes by things start to change.
Little by little they change.
When I was young I just couldn’t wait.
All I wanted was to sit and play.
Things started to change.
Different games and different toys.
As days went by I grew older and older.
I am now a man, but I still remember
and cling to those childish days.
Then, I met you in all your beauty.
and thought this is the one for me.
I love you and care for you because
you are mine.
Now, that I am with you my duties are great.
But, I realize that now that I am with you,
my inner child is growing up.
I have a wife and now a child.
Part of that child that was in me
is now part of my son.
It is one of those things that I give to him.
Up until now I thought that I could only
give and not receive.
But, this little boy and loving wife
have given me something no one else can.
The drive and determination to be the best I can.

The Maze

My husband has written me the most romantic poems. Of course, this was before our life with children. Now, he leaves little notes or cards stashed in my purse, or other places he knows I will eventually go into. Here are a few poems he has written.

The first poem called, “The Maze” was read at our wedding in 1988. I have this framed in our bedroom.

The Maze

People say, “Step lightly. Be Careful.” Still others go for it and take a chance. So much advice – some good, some bad.

Emotions run high. Slowly I walk through the maze. A maze that is so tricky – it has so many dead ends. But still you press on – trying harder and harder.

Learn from that mistake, they say. Then, in grief, you do look back at your mistakes, only to see that they all look the same. You ask yourself, “How can I tell one from another?” They all look like walls cold, hard and confining.

Slowly you walk through the maze, asking yourself, which way now, right or left, or maybe straight ahead. Then, taking a moment to contemplate – waiting for an indication from God for a good path.

All along your path, throughout the maze, you meet other players – some very kind, some extremely vicious. Then one day, while stumbling along through this maze, you happen upon a special player – someone with new strength, love and compassion, and a smile that lets the love in their heart flow through.

So starting the maze again, only now you start as a team, full of new energy – now playing as a team requires trust and a knowledge of your teammate. While obtaining this knowledge, you realize that you have seen a lot of the same dead ends.

Now searching with more earnest, knowing that you are not alone, you look for solutions to this maze, only now with a power that you haven’t felt since you first started out.

Now that you have someone to share the maze with it makes the searching so much easier. Now having something new to praise God for – He has given you someone that will share with you your thoughts, and in a caring love.

With this new team member that God has given you, you
find new direction and foresight and stronger will to go on and solve the maze!