Miss you still ❤
My brother has passed away
Leaving a hole
A void so deep that stays.
No laugh, no hearing his chuckle
No ‘Huh?’ accompanying
His incredulous, questioning smile.
No feeding the brown or the black cat
All memories now
No more, no more of that.
Now my brother, sleep quiet, sleep sweet
Rest now my brother for evermore
In heavenly peace.
~ Pat
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Feeling down, don’t know why
Heart is cold, feeling nothing
Nothing that can be told
Or reasoned why
Angry most of all at what I don’t recall.
Then there is my head
My mind it’s telling stories full of dread
It saids there is no way things will be right
Just give up, curl up and sleep
Til late tonight.
That’s when my heart beats up
Pounding, ‘Don’t give up!’
I can make it right, deep breath
The rest will come
Before falling of sweet night.
Listen
Hear things dear to your heart
Let your mind wander but don’t let it start
The bad, the sad or that which will taint
The faint of heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Bring your heart to the fight
Let it show strength isn’t all that wins
Wins the fight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2015
When the world is laughing
And things are profound
Stand on their steps
Then lightly step down.
No holes will be barred
No one will curse or swear
Just jovial laughing
Not one bit of despair.
Hear the world laughing
Join the chorus of delight
Smile with pleasure
Let heartache take a hike.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Deep in the rest of sleep tonight
My soul does dream so vividly
Life is full, time is dear
Honoured by those held so near.
I awaken rested, never knowing
Time has passed
Troubles solved and circumstance
Seems not to be the threat I feared
So horribly.
No one drew or threw a veil
Upon my sight
Just goodness does
And will prevail.
I slumber now in perfect rest
No concern, no distress
Awakening to light cascading down
Upon my life where goodness
Does and will abound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Strive for happiness
Creating love
Narrow the corridor
That harbours anger
Let it sink deep into murky mud.
Never saw it coming
Never heard the cry
Maybe in the beginning
I didn’t understand
The reason why.
Now that is over and it seems
The clouds have begun to dry
I’ll take my happiness
And make love
The reason why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Each morning now I greet a face
A stranger, I don’t remember
Back in time or space
An older woman surprises me in the mirror
Each morning, when
I wash her face.
When did she get here?
When did she arrive?
When did she replace that young girl?
Who greeted me in the mirror
As I
Washed her face.
Glad she’s here
Glad she survived and got thru
All the world put on her plate
When I think about it
I’m glad she took that young girl’s place
The one who used to
Wash my face.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
When someone is calling and can’t see their way
When hunger and anger evolve in a horrible way
When birds fly south in a most mysterious way
When storm clouds fold, pummeling all in their way
Is
When the earth shows, she knows
The way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Never saw it coming
Didn’t know it would
Now have to accommodate
With everything I should.
Never chose the situation
Didn’t know I could
But will immerse myself
Make it all that I should.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I journey to my home
The place where I was born.
Memories past, life I did before
Some heartache, some laughing then and now.
I journey to the place
I was born, I journey home.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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