Pieces of Me

By Cassie Price

Pieces of Me is a collection of poetic thoughts and stories stemming from childhood experiences. These poems will take you on an inspiring journey from adolescent heartaches to mature insights. Each poem has a way to draw you in and feel the heartbeat of the writer. This collection is unique due to the writer sharing thoughts and feelings, allowing the reader to connect.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524588694

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Death

When you went to sleep real deep,

I cried myself to sleep.

Cause I missed you so much.

I never thought you would die,

especially when I just turned nine.

If I would’ve seen Grampa,

I would miss him too,

But now I know you’re in the

Heavens Blue.

I love you so much Grandma!

I know you miss me too!

I love you, yes I really do!

July 4,1995

For Martha Gillis, my great-grandma

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The World’s Princess

When times were tough in countries, you took your place in aid

You visited the sick and handicap, in theirs your hand you laid.

You paid attention to those on welfare and held kids as your own

You contributed money to charity and found the poor a home

Your speeches are kept hidden in our heart

every single handshake, hug, every kind remark.

Through the pain of your death, we still live on

Remembering the funeral and The Song

Cherishing all the things that were left behind

Delicate moments and precious memories, all will find

You had great potential and did things your own way

Your sons make you proud ever so much today

We’re just letting you know how well you’ve done

The race you ran, well-you’ve won!

August 16,1998

Fairy Tales

Let laughter fill this soul of mine

Of gold my eyes shall shine

Lord put a smile on my lips

As my fairest I shall kiss

Through the glory of Heaven divine

Lips like roses and the scent is the smell of perfume

It was all a fairytale book once read

That happened to all come true

It was you who came and lifted me up

And the dreariness left my soul

And now because of you in my future

I am able to meet my goal

The arrow was shot and vexed my soul

And now but as a scar it lays

For me to remember how you came and with your smile

Brightened up my days

October 28, 1998

When Jesus Takes Me Home

I was sitting with a lady, one so very dear

She had hold of my hand and on her cheek was a tear

She was saying how she remembers all the things

She’s done through the years

When she came to year of her husband’s death

Then came pouring out the tears

I tried to quiet her-yet came no hush

I tried to comfort her-but with no rush

For she was glad she had known him the way she did

His love for her was never hid

Then she told me about the past

The funeral, the burial-it happened so fast

And there was a question I wanted to ask

But would it be an easy task?

To question the life of a loved one lost

Wondering if they had paid the full cost

On living and believing the things she held true

But to listen intently was all I could do

Then came the question I wanted to ask

About her husband’s Christian past

Did he believe in the things she did?

To God his heart did he give?

She then replied with a gentle smile,

"He believed in God through every mile

He gave his heart and life to Christ

Today he lives in Paradise."

And when she