~Credit where credit is due~

I am writing this entry because credit is due to a wonderful, amazing writer of poetry by the name of James Kisner. Many of you in email have received a poem called "Roses for Rose" and after it there will be no author or even the words anonymous written.. I have received this poem many times like this and every time I do what I am doing right now.. Giving credit where it is due. "Roses for Rose" is an amazing, loving, emotional poem written by James Kisner.

He is a very talented amazing man who I have been fortunate enough to talk to through emails on several occasions. I had lost touch when I moved to Va. From Ohio.. And now have been catching up on his poetry. This man has a gift not only for words but for the emotion behind the words. You can read many poems and never feel what this man pours into his work. Many times I sit in front of my computer and cry.. Being so touched and blessed by his poetry. I wanted to write this entry for many reasons. To give James credit for his amazing work.. To let people know who wrote this wonderful poem and many others. And to open up a nother world to those of you who may not have been touch yet by this talented poet.

So please.. Enjoy the poem.. Got to the links and learn more about James and read more of his work. Sign up to receive his poems by email. Let him know what you think of his work by email him and rating his poems. Check out the link to order his books of poetry..

And most important if you receive "Roses For Rose" with out James Kisner name on it.. Please fixed it.. Give credit where credit is do.. Go to his site add his copyright and link information and let the sender know who the amazing person that wrote this poem and many others is.

~Now Enjoy~

"Velvet Box"

~James Kisner~

She opened up his cabinet that he had kept locked for years,

She wondered what would be inside as she looked through her tears.

No longer was it private as she viewed what was inside,

Her loving husband was now gone, two weeks ago he died.

She knew it was all personal but really not a secret,

It was his special little things as safe as he could keep it.

Old momentos from his past and things from years ago,

Little things he loved to bring out now and then to show.

On the top shelf was his albums withered now with age,

She remembered how he sat and flipped from page to page.

Telling her about the pictures as he looked inside,

Most were from his army years, he never lost the pride.

Then there was the souvenirs he brought back from the war,

And his metals, he would always tell what they were for.

He even had his army boots still polished clean and bright,

And a brass belt buckle shined so bright it gleamed as light.

Some old 8 super movies taken many years ago,

She wondered why he kept them, he had made a video.

And transferred all the movies to a brand new VHS,

Maybe he just didn't trust the new thing was her guess.

Boxes filled with pictures that he took and filed away,

Thinking he would make an album adding them one day.

Home made crafts and art work that the kids had made for him,

And Father's day and Birthday cards stored inside cans of tin.

Then there was the shoe box and she knew what was inside,

And then she pulled the foot stool over and just sat and cried.

They had sat and gone through it a while one summer morn,

Letters they had sent each other withered now and torn.

But she noticed something she had never seen before,

And she knew it wasn't something brought back from the war.

It was not that old at all, it almost looked brand new,

A velvet box completely covered in a royal blue.

She wondered when he got that box and what it held inside,

He must have done it recently not long before he died.

With shaking hands she picked it up, not knowing what to do,

And then she saw a name tag saying "Sweetheart it's for you."

She sat there for a moment holding her new found surprise,

And could not help but feel more tears start flowing from her eyes.

She slowly took the lid off as she wiped away a tear,

And saw an envelope that said "Please read if I'm not here"

She sat there almost motionless as if she had been smitten,

And then she slowly opened it to see what he had written.

My precious, precious loving wife is how it did begin,

I have to be the luckiest of all the other men.

To have a wife so precious who means all the world to me,

I had to be more fortunate than any man could be.

The love that you have given me made for a happy life,

But you mean so much more to me, much more than just a wife.

When I would have depression that I thought would never end,

You would always be there as my closest, dearest friend.

When I had to make decisions and did not know how,

You would help me find the answer just being a pal.

When I had ideas and tried to get them all in order,

You would stand behind me as my number one supporter.

When I failed at something as I did once in a while,

You always showed me what went wrong, but did it with a smile.

As I write this letter and my time is drawing near,

I think it is the first time I have ever felt this fear.

It's not the fear of passing or departing from this life,

The fear is I will be alone without my loving wife.

So sweetheart as I face my fear of something that is new,

Please remember sweetheart that I'm so in love with you.

One day in the future we will meet up once again,

And once again share precious love as it has always been.

But for a little while I guess we have to separate,

One must always lead the way to destiny and fate.

But love like ours will last forever and it will endure,

And one day in the future we will meet again I'm sure.

She wiped away her tears again and forced a little smile,

Leaving her this velvet box and letter was his style.

She knew his words were true and one day no more keys or locks,

And she would cling to words he left inside this velvet box.

James Kisner
By James Kisner HEARTS WITH SOUL

Copyright © HeartsWithSoul 2002 All rights reserved

Heartwarmer's Poet Laureate PoppyK1
JAMES A. KISNER (POPPYK1) THE WORLD RENOWNED POET,

MADE HIS FIRST HEARTWARMERS PUBLIC APPEARANCE AT THE HEARTWARMERS CONFERENCE 2000, AT QUEENS LANDING AT NIAGARA ON THE LAKE.

HE HAD THE ENTIRE CONFERENCE IN TEARS WHEN

HE READ HIS POEM "ROSES FOR ROSE." (see link below)

THE CROWD FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM AND HIS WORKS AND LINED UP TO GET AN AUTOGRAPHED COPY OF HIS FIRST BOOK, "SWEET DREAMS AND TENDER TEARS" "SWEET DREAMS AND TENDER TEARS" HAS MANY OF THE POEMS THAT HAVE TOUCHED HEARTS AROUND THE WORLD. THE POEMS ARE BASED ON REAL LIFE SITUATIONS AND READ MORE LIKE STORIES. MANY ARE OF HIS OWN PERSONAL LIFE STRUGGLES AND HEARTACHES AND MANY ARE OF READERS AND FRIENDS.

HIS SECOND BOOK "ANGEL WHISPERS AND TENDER TEARS"

HAS AN ANGEL THEME THROUGHOUT THE BOOK.

DO ANGELS INTERVENE IN OUR LIVES AND IF SO HOW?

MANY OF HIS POEMS HAVE APPEARED IN HEARTWARMERS SUCH

AS ROSES FOR ROSE, MY DAUGHTER YOU WILL SEE, EASTER AWAKENING, PAVING A WAY, IN MY EYES AND MANY MORE IN THE HEARTWARMERS ARCHIVES.

HIS POEMS HAVE BEEN PUBLISHED IN CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE GARDENER'S SOUL, CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE TEENAGE SOUL "TOUGH STUFF", STORIES OF THE HEART AND THE NEW HEARTWARMERS OF LOVE, TO NAME A FEW. THE "TENDER TEARS" BOOKS WILL TOUCH EVERY EMOTION OF YOUR BEING. THEY WILL BRING TEARS OF SORROW BUT ALSO TEARS OF JOY, WHEN THE POETIC STORIES REMIND YOU OF THE REALITIES OF LIFE. TO SEE POPPY AND HIS BOOKS USE THE LINK BELOW.

Join Poppy's pals mailing list send an email to: poppyspals-subscribe@yahoogroups.com For more about Poppy see these links

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The Best of PoppyK1 including the famous "ROSES FOR ROSE"
http://heartswithsoul.com/jameskisner.htm

Read and Rate Poppy's weekly poem
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Hear Poppy's radio interview and hear him read "Roses for Rose"
http://www.goodnewsbroadcast.com/poetry

Have you seen the heartwarmers conference photo album with all of the guest speakers? See them here
http://www.heartwarmers.com/confpicts/