A home is a home
No matter where you reside
A home is a home
No matter the size.
A home is where we go
And we share
All that’s important
And shows we do care.
A home is a home
And where we come
To be secure surrounded
With all we love.
Be it with our child
Our brothers, our sisters
Our father, our spouse
Or mother
A home is a home.
No matter where
We roam or stay
A home is still home
When we nestle in
And love one another.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
A delicate flower blooms
Quietly
Seeking no fame or to be
Deemed part of majesty.
She only wants to live
And give delicately to others
Who seek her out
To fulfill their own dreams.
She holds them close
Giving everything
They in return
Help her bear fruit
While breeze dancing.
Replenishing all
She goes full circle
Dying
Growing, spring blooming.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A bluejay came looking
For a feeder today
Checking
Seeing whether one
Was on display
Silent and quiet
Not a word did he say
Just looking
Looking
To see if a feeder was up
Fast food for the winter
He was looking
Looking
Checking today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Sadness comes
And dwells with me
Again today
Bringing all her baggage
Hanging in taters
Just like yesterday.
No laughing, only crying
Sullen, morose behaviour
As I sit here in my misery
Just like yesterday.
~ Patrice
Sincere
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When you see the greatness
The majesty
You’ll also see the power
And the glory.
No stone unturned
No path untread
No heart lying
Waiting in an empty, lonely bed.
All will be together
All will be suffice
To make this world better
To give this world life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A year ago today
My brother passed away
Gone from this earth
His presence we still feel
His form alone
Has passed away.
Wish you were still here
Wish I could hear your laugh
That I could call
But you have gone
Today
A year ago today
You, my brother passed away.
~ Patrice
Rest in peace Terry, my brother forever ❤
© Patrice Clarkson -2016
I thank those of you
Who treated me
In my ‘Blond’ time
With respect and dignity.
And for those
Who laughed
And ridiculed
I thank you too.
For you have let me see
There are beautiful people
In this world
And ones filled
With misery.
You have a place
Here in this world
But it is nowhere
Near or part of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Wondering why clouds can float
In the sky
I wonder, wonder why.
Wondering why heaven doesn’t fall
From the blue, blue sky
I wonder, wonder why.
Wondering why hearts open up
And break in two
I wonder, wonder why.
Wondering why when I see you
Clouds float heaven all around
And my heart opens up with love
Enveloping everything beneath the sky
I wonder, wonder why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When I ran, played all day long
The hours were long, lasting all day long
Summer was at least a year
Warming all day, all day long.
Bees buzzed, birds sang all day long
Sweet scents on breezes waffling thru
As I played
Ran all day, all day long
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Vacant thought
Vacant lot in life
Not necessarily made totally right
By coming of night
Nor glorious morning light.
Sometimes best
To let the mind be at peace
To rest, vacant of any racing kind
Only tranquility residing
In a quiet mind,
Vacant
Of all troubling thoughts
No racing
Racing thru a night, a day, a life
A mind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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