Wednesday, September 3, 2014

I'LL CRY TOMORROW









 I'LL CRY TOMORROW...NOT TODAY...
                     FOR I WILL REMEMBER YOUR UNCONDITIONAL
LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING.


I'LL CRY TOMORROW...NOT TODAY...
FOR I WILL HOLD ONTO ALL GOOD
 MEMORIES I HAVE OF YOU.


I'LL CRY TOMORROW...NOT TODAY...
FOR YOU ARE NOW MY SPECIAL ANGEL..
I FEEL YOUR PRESENCE AND YOUR LOVE.


    YOU GIVE ME STRENGTH TO CONTINUE ON
WITHOUT YOU...THEREFORE...
I'LL CRY TOMORROW...NOT TODAY...
I MISS YOU AND LOVE YOU SO.




Helen Nastri
2012 Copywriter
For Missy

Friday, August 8, 2014

OBLIGATION


                              Obligation...it calls me...and I answer each time.
                              Giving into demands...I reach out...both arms outstretched.

                              Trying to take hold of something more...
                              but again the need seeps in...to help.

                              Years of giving...putting myself aside...wanting to smile...
                              unpretentiously...but feelings that are good...
                              do not last long enough to embrace their true meaning.

                             I ponder...my thoughts deep into my life...if it is merrily existing for others...
                             then why dream...least I exert myself...and are awarded by disappointment.

                             Some are chosen to make way for others...to give of themselves...
                             for their betterment...their salvation.

                             Am I one of those chosen...perhaps...for I have given much...I gave of self...
                             But self I gave with love.


                             Helen Nastri
                             1984 Copywriter

LITTLE ONE






                      Ahh my little one...why did you go?
                      What pain was bothering you...
                      why didn't you let me know?

                      Oh sweet little one...I've so much to say...
                      many feelings left untouched...since
                      that saddened day.

                     Ahh my little one...I do miss you so. I still
                     have that longing to have watched you grow.

                     To fuss over dances...especially your proms.
                     To discuss very seriously your choice in dons.
                     To shop...to giggle...to talk or to cry.
                      I wanted this all...but lost it...why?

                     Ahh my little one...I do love you so.
                     Tell me little one...why did you go?


                                   HelenNastri
                                   09/1987
                                   Copywrite
                                   Cheryl

Saturday, August 2, 2014

BETTY




I feel your entity within me. Gasping for breath...bearing pain...deeply sighing...hoping this will end soon. Your thoughts are many...your children...their young ones...feelings...desires...assurances. All this I know...for I sense...I cherish...I understand.  Our link is cosmic...eternal.

Come lie your head on my heart. Listen to it beating softly...giving peacefulness. Let me wrap my arms around you in comfort...giving you strength so that you can rest your weary body.  Drift away into clouds of nothingness.  Soft...graceful...gentle.  Hear the whispers from above...as they call to you...lovingly...wanting.  Beckoning you to join them...to finally come home.

Blend into the aesthetic aura that surrounds you.  Allow this atmosphere to engulf you...with peace...and love.  Yield...consent yourself to be free...embrace God...for He awaits you...in the heavenly stars.

I sadly say goodbye...I will miss you...so very much.  You have been a part of my life...you will remain within me...until I am no more.  Our time together...though it may have been short...leaves me grateful for those memories.  They will keep you with me...until my physical departure.

Good bye sweet Betty...Elizabeth. You have left all who love you with fond...precious memories.

Helen Nastri
Copywriter
3/4/96

Monday, May 12, 2014

A Waitress

A smile is your umbrella...you've heard that old cliche'...a waitress she must hold that
thought...and be nice to people everyday.

Good afternoon and welcome...are words she always says...in hoping that her friendliness
makes for a brighter day.

It pleasures her to make happy the meal they are about to eat...She'll cap their ashtrays...bus
their tables...trying to make it a special treat.

A waitress is a person...who's other side of life...may be a college student...a mother...or 
a wife.  She know her day ahead at work is filled with toil and grime...for waiting tables
isn't her only duty she must do to fill her time.

It's cutting pounds of butter..stacking glasses...cups and such...the chores they seem so
endless..because there is so much.

And don't forget her problems...that she must stack away...so she can smile and be cheerful...
to give you a pleasant day.

And when it's time to present the check...she's hoping deep inside...the tips her customers 
give her...is a boost to her self pride...for a generous given gratuity she is grateful I will say...
for from her daily earnings...is a large percentage that she must pay...to the bartender and buser...
each and every day.

So next time you have a waitress...and she gives that smile to you...remember that she's working
hard...and that she's human too.

Helen Nastri
1983 Copywriter

Knowing love & Life

Knowing Love

Can anyone know love as we do and not have loved one another before...
perhaps in a past life.

For the depth of our love is beyond what a person can experience in one lifetime...
we blend as one.

As a tree with it's branches outstretched...giving of itself life to many branches...
but still remaining whole...we also give forthe of ourselves to many around us...
but continue to unite as one...for we are love.

Helen Nastri
1982 copywriter




Life

Todays hardships blended with yesterdays pain...leaves questions for tomorrow
that still remain.

Amidst our tears...desires...and dreams...to accomplish our goals...to acquire the means...
perplexed and dismayed...give up...we will not...we work even harder to keep what we've got.

Anxieties attack...we conquer them all...the challenges rush us...both great ones and small...
the strength that we have...the get up and go...the realization that it's simply who you know.

So you give it your all...with schooling and such...and as it pays off...you feel so in touch.
success when it comes...you hope it to be...something that it worthy of thee.

Helen Nastri
1982 copywriter

People Close to Me & My Angels Wings have spread

The people who are close to me...I give to them my all...
I share with them my feelings...with them I need not crawl.

The need for love is constant...acceptance is my dream...
The love they've given back to me..has heightened my self esteem.

When a shoulder is sometimes needed...and I lean my head to cry...
These people who are close to me...never question why.

They're simply there when needed...to comfort and give love...
For these people who I'm close to...I thank dear God above.

Helen Nastri
1981 copywriter


 My Angels wings have spread...they've both grown up on me...
Hugs and kisses to grow by...are no longer needed you see.

Their lives are filled with adventures...learning many things...
They'll have their ups and downs...while becoming their own beings.

Many memories I have of them...all filled with love and joy...
There was a time when they were little...I was their favorite toy...
And uncle Rob...he loved them so...he was their favorite boy.

We'd sing and dance and make pretend...what fun we had together...
We'd look for sales on shopping sprees...and follow our list to the letter...
Buying presents for everyone...shopping for us was such great fun.

Sleepovers...oh what special times...with lots of hugs and kisses...
They'd wear pops tee shirts as nightgowns...our two pretty little misses.

They'd brush their teeth nice and clean... and do their little tinkles...
Then flop into bed...I'd begin my poem...about our 'Magic Sprinkles'.

'Magic Sprinkles in the air...dream of angels everywhere. 
Dream of all those girls and boys...playing with their favorite toys'.

I'd wave my arms..recite my poem..and then spin round and round...
For happy thoughts and pleasant dreams...were my intentions bound.

They'd look at me with excited trust...then I'd sprinkle them with gold magic dust....
For to end this poem, so they'd close their eyes...Magic Sprinkles was a definite must.

I consumed myself in their two lives..since first my angels were born...
I shared my heart...and all I owned..and never have I felt torn.

Because I knew...the love we shared...would last our lifetime through...
No one could part us...because we share...a love that's deep and true.

And now today, they're all grown up...seeking their place in life...
In college they will learn much more...and deal with daily strife.

These angels are my treasure...and grateful for them am I...
I enveloped all we had together...will love them till I die.

To Candace Leigh and Carmella Rene
18th birthday
My heart is your heart...now and forever
Nan