The Pockets of My Brain

By Constance Breen

These poems describe my Mom’s struggle to live
and her devastating death. Beyond that the book
describe s many emotions from real life situations. Most
of these poems were written after the year 2000.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 18, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477157787

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Contents

A Poem and A Picture

In His Praying Hands

As Your Daughter

A Poem and A Picture II

She Loves Me

Hang In There Sis

One Last Breath

Angels Sleeping

How I Am Still

For My Dad

Melancholy Face

Melancholy Face II

Shattered Dream

The Orange That Is Missing

Remember When

No End

Calm Storms

Bullshit Dream

Comparisons

Crossing The Line

Locally Confused

What Else Can I Say?

Definate Maybes

Back to the Hazy (No More)

Together In Soul (Conclusions)

Die in the Dust

Shade of Gray-Mixed with the Blues

Moments With Her

Donna-Donna-Donna-Damn It! Donna!

Left Unspoken

Longing for Summer

Nothing of None

Everlasting Stains

No Disconnecting

No Response

Madness

As Change Awaits

Never Be The One

Pockets of my Brain

Just Lonely (People Say)

Truth And Dare

Discouraged

In Thoughts We Can Trust

Convinced

Together We Rule

End of Story

Only A Story

Twenty Four-Seven

Temporary Delay

One Soul

It Is Easier (For Her)

Headed For Spring

Until The Smoke Finally Clears

To Be Together

My Brain Works Backwards

Smothering

As I Love You

April Fool

The Distance Remains (Lies Unfold)

From Saneness To Insanity

When I Am Gone

Within Our Dreams

As Far Off As Fall

Making Plans

Beyond The Realm of Pain

Until Next Time

You Should Know

Donna-Donna-Donna-Damn It! Donna II

Donna-Donna-Donna-Damn It! Donna 3

Too Late-Our Time Is Gone

In Disguise

Sex Is Not

Enslaved

These Are My Thoughts

As Many Others Have Died

Questions

Torture

Last Roadtrip

Hot Boxes

Break Away

Square One

Done With It

Dead To The World

Harsh Good-Byes (Sunshine Black)

Damn The Consequence

Easy Fall

Forbidden Glance

All That I Can See

Easy To Be Me

Stalemate

After Life

I Do Wish

Invite You In

None Of This Will Do

Beautiful Forever

Draining My Brain

"Donna-Donna-Donna-Damn It! Donna IV

When The Sweet Becomes Bitter

Our Friendship

Length Of A Good-Bye

"Donna-Donna-Donna-Damn It! Donna V

A Tender Moment

Donna-Donna-Donna-Damn It! Donna VI

A Broken View

With-Without

Survive

Unanswed

Push Comes To Shove

Complete

Hurricane

Opium

Another Someday

Dancing With Strange

An Idea That Stayed

Clarity

A Myth of A Wide Open Road

Accident Prone

Death

Rita

Nothing Ever

Heartbeats

Until Monday Morning

My Prayer

Locally Confused II

Believe

Meant

Nothing I Can Do

Lost Youth

Needless To Say

Come On

Unaware

Not Allowed

No One Can Save You From Yourself

Donna-Donna-Donna-Damn It! Donna VII

Dedicated to my Dad for helping make my dream come true—

and my Mom for always believing in me.

Special thanks to Adele for waking me up.

A Poem and A Picture   11-25-1990

Here’s a poem

A picture to see

A picture for you

And a picture for me

Different things

May lie in our mind

When inside you search

You will find

Whatever it stands for

What we see

It’s a picture for you

And a picture for me

I saw us smiling on the wall

For a moment I began to cry

I saw us smiling on the wall

Forever I will wonder why

I sat there alone with a book

You walked out to talk with me

The time though short was special

Always to be a picture for us to see

Maybe it’s an ocean

Of the deepest blue

Perhaps an eagle

Flying high and true

It could be the grass

Or the sea so green

It’s up to you

As to what it will mean

It was you who inspired me

To write this now

It all flows freely

From my mind somehow

What would be thanks enough?

A dedication for your part

Though I’m not always here

You’re forever in my heart!

So here’s a poem for you my mom

For the things you see in your mind

Keep searching inside

And you will find!

Whatever in the world it may be

Here’s a picture and a poem

For both you and me!

By: Connie Breen

In His Praying Hands   9-27-2005

I think that mom is going to be okay

Please in Jesus name-God don’t take her away

I am placing the heart of my faith in your praying hands

I am praying for your strength even as my nerves come apart in strands

She must believe in my belief that she’ll be okay

My problems must be left behind dealt with another day

Cause right now she is all that matters-for she is my own

Nothing in the world is worth allowing her to face this alone

She’s a brave soldier though she must be completely drained

She took care of me through thick and thin-she never once complained

What kind of daughter would I be not to give back what she’s given to me?

I wouldn’t be the daughter she did her best to raise me to be

Mom is going to be okay I feel it in my heart

I won’t let her face this alone for I’ve loved her from the very start

So Lord I place all of my faith in your praying hands

I thank you for placing in my path someone who understands

I am aware that you work in mysterious ways

Please God allow her some peace-health-and happiness before her final day.

By: Connie Breen

As Your Daughter   10-7-2005

Mom,

I promise I would not hold onto you if you were not there

I know your wishes-going against them would not be fair

I’ll support you with respect-gentleness and tender care

I would let you go peacefully with a kiss and a loving prayer

I would give you every chance first anything less would not be right

For I know your strength I’ve witnessed your will to fight

More than once you’ve overcome the odds though not overnight

I will feel your love in my life shining on bright

I promise I’ll try not to let sadness hold me for too long

I know your wishes going against them would be wrong

Just like you’ve been through everything-I know I must be strong

I will never forget it was you who always believed in my song.

By: Connie Breen

A Poem and A Picture II   1-27-2008

I look at our picture-I see your beauty and love-my wasted youth

The tears I cried tonight held no sadness each on dropped held only truth

I see a Mom and her daughter quickly growing into best friends

I feel her in my heart-knowing she is where happiness never ends

A poem and a picture—a deep breath and a pause

Pride in her eyes remind me that I am not a lost cause

A ride on the mountain a stop at Sherando lake

Traveling along with me is an everlasting ache

A poem and a picture I love her now just as I did