Better to speak and not just the words be heard.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013





She’s coming home
I’ll pick her up
No more alone
Forever to stay here
Here at home.
May have sadness
Remorse and regrets
But she will lay
In peace and happiness
Forever, ever to be missed
My sweet
Sweet little miss.
Her soft, rough fur
Her gentle brown, caring eyes
Her tail that never wags
No barks, no romping
A smile upon her sweet face
I may see no more.
But home you’ll be
Home with me
Forever
Evermore.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013



Why am I here?
Questions
Questions are all I hear
Why?
Delve deep inside
Your soul modest, gentle
And even maybe
A little slow.
There in peace
You survive
Enveloped in strength
And a moral code
You can’t deny.
Stand strong
Breach the crest
Ride the tide
No one need question why
You alone are the one
To bring you
To the centred one.
Questions?
Many and a few
But for you
All you need to know
The answers live deep inside
Your magnificent soul.
That’s all
All you need to know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

