Focus on falling snow
Dropping, falling, drifting
Blow.
Filling cracks in heart and soul
Holding softly footsteps
Traced in falling white.
Moving with
No cares in sight
Blanketed in soften, drifting white.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

Focus on falling snow
Dropping, falling, drifting
Blow.
Filling cracks in heart and soul
Holding softly footsteps
Traced in falling white.
Moving with
No cares in sight
Blanketed in soften, drifting white.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015


His mother was a beauty
Stunning so they say
He followed in her footsteps
Most of the way.
Thou modest and frugal
He did manage to pay
Homage to a father
He knew not one day.
A story so tragic
Steeped in deceit
Holds us captive and
Creeps into our psyche
So painful and bleak.
Master of nothing
No goals to achieve
He languished in heaven
Awaiting he hoped
A reprieve.
Whatever happened
To that beauty so fair?
Did she too die in heaven
Or did she just
Send him there?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012