Honeybee, Honeybee
by
Robert Betts
(Age: 64)
copyright 05-09-2001
Age Rating: 10 to 127
Honeybee, Honeybee, listen I say,
you're in my heart and my thoughts today.
Honeybee, Honeybee, you were just three,
a child full of love, you gave some to me.
A far away Dad you had of your own,
but you opened your heart, gave me a home.
We gathered together, your mom and you,
added some love, me and my children too.
Then came a day I started to hurt,
for my own two children, their Dad did desert.
Honeybee, Honeybee, you may not remember,
it was in July, August, September,
and through the long years I cried every day,
you lay by my side, kissed my tears away.
"But I love you Daddy," Honeybee said.
Without these words, I'd surely be dead.
When you first spoke them, they made me cry harder,
more love for my own in my heart I did harbor.
I wanted to hear these words from my two,
but they were silent, heartless, untrue.
It was a dark and moonless night,
when I grabbed my gun, walked out of sight,
determined to end the pain in my heart,
from this ugly earth I did want to depart.
Then Honeybee, Honeybee, you came to me,
entered my mind, my thoughts you see.
"But I love you Daddy," Honeybee said.
Your words touched my heart, and stopped me dead.
I learned to love you, that day it is true.
With each passing day, my small love grew.
I still cried in pain for many long years.
But you came to me, kissed all my tears.
"But I love you Daddy," Honeybee did smile
I held and hugged you, kissed you for awhile.
Then soon I was better, better you see,
whenever my Honeybee, came unto me.
You were just seven when I had to go,
for yet another pain, my heart did know.
To you and your Mom I could no longer do,
things that were wrong, dishonest, untrue.
You and your Mom had both entered my heart,
and rather than hurt you I chose to depart.
One night the truth to your Mom I did tell,
knowing she'd ask me to leave, knowing well.
The day that I left you started to cry.
To kiss your tears dry, I longed to try.
"But I love you Daddy," Honeybee screamed,
she cried and she sobbed, then later she dreamed.
I wanted to take you into my heart,
to hug you and hold you and we'd never part.
But I knew then, though I wanted to stay,
that I must go, far, far away.
Sweet Honeybee, Honeybee, I wish I could be,
all that your Mom and you wished to see,
but a leopard his spots, cannot change they say.
A leopard once born, a leopard must stay.
Some day the Lord will bid me, "Come home."
And there I shall wait for you all alone.
You and your Mom, you shall come to me,
and all of my faults, God shall fix you see.
"But I love you Daddy," Honeybee'll say.
We'll laugh, love and play, all through the day.
Honeybee, Honeybee, I cried today,
but you came to me in your own special way.
"But I love you Daddy," Honeybee said.
I cried the harder, hugging my bed.
Dear Honeybee, Honeybee, I carry with me,
deep in my heart a fond memory,
of a sweet little girl who I learned to love,
with all of my heart, my sweet little dove.
So Honeybee, Honeybee, I wrote this to say.
I hope that your joy increases each day.
*Author's note:
I have also written a song which is based on this poem...
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It is Copyrighted so PLEASE just listen...
Anyone desiring rights, (and words) please email me.
Piano version -- Full version
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I read this a few days ago, and felt compelled to return. (Knowing also, I needed to comment on this one, as it hits incredibly close to home for me.)
It touched me in a way I could struggle to explain. It would take too long, though. Suffice it to say I am a child of divorce. Two, to be more specific.
I will tell you this poem actually inspired me to write a new one of my own!
I named it: Mes trois pères... (My Three Fathers)
I'd love to hear from you if you get the chance to read it, Bob.
Take care... You are obviously (to me) a man with a sweet heart and a tender conscience. I wish you inner peace. ^.^
This reminds me of my step dad. My mom and sister, his own blood, don't understand how I still loved and respected him. I tried to explain that to me, he was 'daddy' when I needed one most.
How touching for you to remember and commemorate her love.
I loved this poem. It has such sentimental value. The music brings it home. I felt a tug at my heatstrings while reading this. Very nice form of verses also. Thanks for explaining the verse format. Very interesting and enlightening.
This is just cute!:) I Like this poem. I like sailor amy ,too! Although I do not watch this show daily. I hope you continue writing poetry as I really like them.
Welcome !
