Stories
of
heartache
Stories
of
home
Sometimes they linger
just so
we don’t feel
All
alone.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2025



A home is a home
no matter the width, the size
treasured forever
lived in from birth
to the time you die.
Feel the gentle breathing
of timbers and frame
holding strong
in winter winds, torrential rains.
All are welcomed
with love, no despair
come
step into this home.
There you’ll share
laughs, great food
and
a glass of sweet cheer.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2022







You heard me
I know you heard me
but
didn’t say a thing
to save my day
my life
Your eyes didn’t smile
nor
did you take me
in your arms
telling me, saying words
to stop the tears
the cries
You walked away
your back to me
like
you didn’t hear
hear me cry
But
I know you heard me
I know
you heard me cry.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2025