
~ Cindy Gosey ~
Daughter of Jimmy Robinson and Hazel McDaniel Robinson, Cindy has been writing verse since 1981. She and her husband David, an architect, live in Easley, S. C. Cindy works in the Publications and Promotion Department of Clemson University. “Many things touch my heart and often times it ends up on paper as I share my thoughts and feelings.”
Courtesy Cindy Robinson Gosey
“Petals of Friendship”
Gentle, fragile—yet a true beauty
My friend and the rose compare
Petals of a rose ever so soft
Words spoken in kindness
Color so vivid—truly God’s masterpiece
Goodness in life reflects in her face
The rose opens ever so slowly
To reveal all its loveliness
Her love for you is felt
In each caress and tender glance
The rose is nurtured by God’s love
With the sun’s warmth and gentle rain
She nurtures you with love and care
That comes from the heart
And—when life causes the rose
To fade and die
God’s promise of another rose is
Always there
So even after the echo of kind words
And the warmth of her caress are gone
Like the rose, in your heart
You know its beauty will live on.
“A Soldier – A Son”
Written in honor of soldiers all over the world protecting freedom and the rights of man. 1991.
Oh my son
You are far away
On some distant shore
I see you
As my child
The world sees you
As a soldier
How my heart aches
To bring you home
War causes so much pain
Even to those
We try to defend
Every mother
The world over
Utters a prayer
To keep her child safe
Only time will tell
When this grieving
Will come to an end.
“Sadness”
1984
A tiny child
In hopeless despair
Sat in a lonely hut
Too weak to even care
His world outside
So desolate and dry
Could cause even the strongest
To just cry and cry and cry
A little morsel of food
Is all he wants for this day
So he too can be strong
And go out and play
His mother sits nearby
She too, too weak to care
Life drained from her eyes
Each of them need our prayers
Forgive us Lord for being selfish
Help us to open our hearts
To feed all those who hunger
To try and do our part
To spread your love
And show them we care
In Jesus precious name
Is our true and honest prayer.
“The Storm”
About Hurricane Katrina — 2005
Oh you wild and wicked storm
You have left my soul tattered
Coming into my city
Like a cat stalking its prey.
I had only the essentials in life
Just trying to get by
Being honest and God fearing
And giving thanks when I closed my eyes at night.
I will miss the familiar sounds of my street
The simple meals I prepared for myself
The warm and balmy evenings on my porch
And the soft comfort of my bed at night.
Now I am a lost and lonely soul
In a sea of thousands of people
I have no simple meals or balmy evenings
Or a soft bed to rest my weary body.
I cry out in my pain
The world sees my every tear
My humanity is brought low
And my hope is but a glimmer.
When will my journey end
That I might obtain a reasonable life
All I want is a simple meal
And a soft bed for the night.
Oh you wild and wicked storm
Do not enter my city again
Leave me to live my life
With only my sweet memories.
“Thanksgiving”
1989
When the crystal blue skies appear
And the gold and red leaves have fallen
The barren trees stand in waiting
For the cold November winds
As I sit by my fire
Inside my warm house
I’m surrounded by love
And all the things I hold dear
As the season changes
And my heart yearns to remember
I think of the love of my family
Not a lonely cold street in the city
I’ll sit down to a bountiful table
Not a cast away sandwich
From some old and dirty trash can
I’ll put on my nice warm coat
And take a casual walk around the block
Not a worn out one
Smelling of dirt, grease and grime
I’ll have nice clean socks
Inside my fashionable walking shoes
Not socks ragged and torn
Or shoes too big for my feet
I’ll spend my day with friends
Not begging strangers for a dime
And when my day has ended
And my body says it’s time for rest
I’ll take a leisurely warm bath
With plenty of soap and clean towels
Not a hasty paper towel bath
At a gas station out back
Warm bed and clean covers await me
To soothe my tired body
Not a cold concrete store front
With only ragged pillow and frayed coat
Lord, when I kneel to you in prayer
And say my thanks to you
Help me to be truly thankful
For all I have and hope to be
Keep my heart open
To remember that lonely fellow out there
He and I were conceived the same way
Our paths someday to meet—Thanksgiving
I have the thanks, he needs the giving.
- Petals of Friendship
- A Soldier – A Son
- Sadness
- The Storm
- Thanksgiving