Dedicated to my girls:
A BUD BLOOMS AND GROWS
I enter her room, it's lonely and quiet. Somehow cold and cruel.
The indentions in the carpet where her furniture once was is a reminder that she's really gone.
I can see now where she spilled her fingernail polish years ago, because she was not at her vanity like I had warned her so many times about. That all seems so insignificant now.
We had carefully covered it with a rug which is now gone too.
I can see the pizza stain where she left her plate on the floor and the dog got into it.
And the wax on the wall where she knocked over a candle.
I walk into the closet and see the alphabet written on the wall from when she was 4 or 5. I had forgotten about that, her clothes had covered it all these years. I remember how mad I was, and now it's so precious. I suddenly begin to cry.
I see her bear she left behind that I bought her that time she was so sick and I drove around for hours looking for an all night pharmacy.
The bear looks at me as if to say "She doesn't need us anymore".
I remember all of the fights, harsh words and tears shed in this room.
I know I was not even half the mother to her I wish I would have been.
Oh Lord she's in your hands now, she's out of my reach.
I raised her the best I could and I am sorry that I failed so many times.
Oh please let me have at least done enough right for her to become twice the woman I wish I would have been.
I know there have been times when she loved and hated me.
But my prayer to you father is that someday she will come to appreciate not what I did or didn't do, not where I failed or succeeded but that I tried and I love her with every cell in my body!
*Pause*
A tear falls, the phone rings.
"Hello"
"Mom? I know it's late but I wanted to ask you for a favor"
"Could you bring me my bear? I accidentally left it. You know the one you got for me when I was so sick that time?"
"I can be there in 20 minutes"
Thank you Father!
'Wendi Scott'
A BUD BLOOMS AND GROWS
I enter her room, it's lonely and quiet. Somehow cold and cruel.
The indentions in the carpet where her furniture once was is a reminder that she's really gone.
I can see now where she spilled her fingernail polish years ago, because she was not at her vanity like I had warned her so many times about. That all seems so insignificant now.
We had carefully covered it with a rug which is now gone too.
I can see the pizza stain where she left her plate on the floor and the dog got into it.
And the wax on the wall where she knocked over a candle.
I walk into the closet and see the alphabet written on the wall from when she was 4 or 5. I had forgotten about that, her clothes had covered it all these years. I remember how mad I was, and now it's so precious. I suddenly begin to cry.
I see her bear she left behind that I bought her that time she was so sick and I drove around for hours looking for an all night pharmacy.
The bear looks at me as if to say "She doesn't need us anymore".
I remember all of the fights, harsh words and tears shed in this room.
I know I was not even half the mother to her I wish I would have been.
Oh Lord she's in your hands now, she's out of my reach.
I raised her the best I could and I am sorry that I failed so many times.
Oh please let me have at least done enough right for her to become twice the woman I wish I would have been.
I know there have been times when she loved and hated me.
But my prayer to you father is that someday she will come to appreciate not what I did or didn't do, not where I failed or succeeded but that I tried and I love her with every cell in my body!
*Pause*
A tear falls, the phone rings.
"Hello"
"Mom? I know it's late but I wanted to ask you for a favor"
"Could you bring me my bear? I accidentally left it. You know the one you got for me when I was so sick that time?"
"I can be there in 20 minutes"
Thank you Father!
'Wendi Scott'
For my sister Aimee:
You love,
when most would hate.
You give,
while others take.
You trust,
when you should doubt.
You share,
while you go without.
You forgive,
when it is undeserved.
Your kind,
when it is unreturned.
-Wendi Scott
You love,
when most would hate.
You give,
while others take.
You trust,
when you should doubt.
You share,
while you go without.
You forgive,
when it is undeserved.
Your kind,
when it is unreturned.
-Wendi Scott
I dedicate this to my only son whose smile lights this world and fills my heart with immeasurable joy for which he will never know the extent:
Your loss has created a void in your soul;
An empty cave that only you can know.
Take the best piece of them that you own.
The piece that belongs to you and you alone.
Their precious memory is one thing no one can ever take from you.
It is your decision my son to decide what you will do.
Won't you choose to take his gifts he left you,
Just exactly as he would have you do.
And take her light that it may continue to illuminate.
These, my son, are your choices to make.
My prayer to you, my precious one.
Is that you don't let their time with you be done.
Take what they have given you, the gifts they left.
Go straight forward into this world to be your best.
Live each day as though it were your last.
Seize this life because it is over too fast.
You see my son, life will surely bring us pain and sorrow.
But it is our choice whether we choose to wallow,
That is, choose to give in to it and become useless.
Or to take that very pain and let it change us.
Don't make the same mistakes so many of us have,
And allow yourself to dwell in that empty cave.
Take their gifts and let them guide you,
This I know would be their wish for you to do.
Enjoy what life has in store for you,
And never take it forgranted.
This I know would be just what they wanted!
-Wendi Scott
Your loss has created a void in your soul;
An empty cave that only you can know.
Take the best piece of them that you own.
The piece that belongs to you and you alone.
Their precious memory is one thing no one can ever take from you.
It is your decision my son to decide what you will do.
Won't you choose to take his gifts he left you,
Just exactly as he would have you do.
And take her light that it may continue to illuminate.
These, my son, are your choices to make.
My prayer to you, my precious one.
Is that you don't let their time with you be done.
Take what they have given you, the gifts they left.
Go straight forward into this world to be your best.
Live each day as though it were your last.
Seize this life because it is over too fast.
You see my son, life will surely bring us pain and sorrow.
But it is our choice whether we choose to wallow,
That is, choose to give in to it and become useless.
Or to take that very pain and let it change us.
Don't make the same mistakes so many of us have,
And allow yourself to dwell in that empty cave.
Take their gifts and let them guide you,
This I know would be their wish for you to do.
Enjoy what life has in store for you,
And never take it forgranted.
This I know would be just what they wanted!
-Wendi Scott
When I was little
You gave me potential
By teaching me morals
And giving me knuckles
They weren't in the sandwiches
Though we'd have a good chuckle
Your words have been candid
Thats what makes you so noble
Ive learned to use my noodle
Thanks to both of yalls knowledge
The most loving of parents
I couldn't ask for better
Happier than a present
I found in a theater
It's my genes I inherit
We're all slick like fresh leather
Might've left you embarrassed
Like a fart for a refresher
I promise, all in good spirit
That's why Im writing this letter
But all together
Knowledge is the best tool
Its light as a feather
And sharp as a jewel
No matter the weather
Pull it out of a cesspool
Y'all made me together
Under the vestibule
And raised me together
Eating on vegetables
Oh mother my dearest
You are incredible
To deal with these kids
You are invincible
Got knowledge in college
That is the principle
Can't run out of deeds
Seemingly mystical
Always shoot to succeed
Shrunk down to be simple
Hey now it's fathers day
Get lost in your chrome dome
Let's go outside and play
You gave us a chrome home
Show my gratitude today
Because now I'm all grown
Craft things with words I say
It might be my genomes
I gotta mix of your brains
Soon I'll be on my own
Not in a rush for the day
Written by Trett Scott and given to Wendi & Rowdy Scott 2016
You gave me potential
By teaching me morals
And giving me knuckles
They weren't in the sandwiches
Though we'd have a good chuckle
Your words have been candid
Thats what makes you so noble
Ive learned to use my noodle
Thanks to both of yalls knowledge
The most loving of parents
I couldn't ask for better
Happier than a present
I found in a theater
It's my genes I inherit
We're all slick like fresh leather
Might've left you embarrassed
Like a fart for a refresher
I promise, all in good spirit
That's why Im writing this letter
But all together
Knowledge is the best tool
Its light as a feather
And sharp as a jewel
No matter the weather
Pull it out of a cesspool
Y'all made me together
Under the vestibule
And raised me together
Eating on vegetables
Oh mother my dearest
You are incredible
To deal with these kids
You are invincible
Got knowledge in college
That is the principle
Can't run out of deeds
Seemingly mystical
Always shoot to succeed
Shrunk down to be simple
Hey now it's fathers day
Get lost in your chrome dome
Let's go outside and play
You gave us a chrome home
Show my gratitude today
Because now I'm all grown
Craft things with words I say
It might be my genomes
I gotta mix of your brains
Soon I'll be on my own
Not in a rush for the day
Written by Trett Scott and given to Wendi & Rowdy Scott 2016