‘Memories found in an Old Battered Book in the Attic’

Black cracked leather

Red velvet ribbon

Bind the scraps of paper that spew out from the seams

Lover’s secrets

A mother’s pain

The joy of children

The death of an old man

The tears that flowed

The writing

Old fashion script

In a foreign language

Romantic,

Yet whimsical of an era gone by

I turn each page

My tears flow freely

And my hands shake

Lost or forgotten

A name from the past.

The Long Story

Clearly time has taken its toll

fallen leaves on trees that have lived for one hundred years

he step on cracks of feet beaten streets

listen to its heart beat

its story is interesting too

he says

wrinkles, lines of passage on his face

follow them, what a tale

yellow stained pages of his book

Do you know your history well?

he asks

he opens his mouth and speaks of those things

does he really know what he says-

clearly time has taken its toll

clearly.

Mother

You kiss me gently

And put me to bed

Sing softly my lullaby and cradle my head

You hold my hand

And make the darkness so peaceful

I close my eyes and see your face

No heaven’s angel could take your place

No other person could guard my fate

You are my mother

The one I hold dear

The one I will always have and always keep near

You have my heart
I gave it to you yesterday
you tucked it into your sleeve
kissed me on the cheek then left
you did not turn around
I called your name
I cried my tears
wet they slid down my cheek
and still you walked
with my heart
tucked into your sleeve

You have my soul
I gave it to you yesterday
you wrapped it in your coat
kissed me on the forehead and left
you did not turn around
I called your name
I sat in sorrow
shoulders hunched deflated
and still you walked away
with my soul
wrapped in your coat

You have my love
I gave it to you yesterday
you slid it into your boots
kissed me on the lips and left
you did not turn around
I called your name
I lay in mourning
body curled into a ball
and still you walked away
with my love
slipped into your boots


Yesterday.

She walks in lines

She walks in circles
around
her shadow follows
bathed in light
things are clear
she walks in lines
straight
darkened path
nothing is clear
she walks in zig zags
this way and that
clouds grey loom
her future uncertain

G is for Glorious

Glorious
sun washes over me-
it is here I lay
Glorious
moon lightens my path-
eases my burden
Glorious
dawn begins anew-
a new page lays blank.

A fallen Angel

Damaged goods
she sits alone
dark-
the room closes in-
in shadows, she cowers
deranged-
her thoughts
she rips out her hair
in patches
damned-
she is fallen.