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
May the trees survive winter
Blossom in the spring
Sending forth life
Giving all, nourishing.
May the sun rise in the morning
Rest asleep at night
To come up the next morning
Bringing warmth, love
And fields of waving buttercup delight.
May the seeds dropped in fall
Spring, rise, growing tall
Spreading roots out for nourishment
Leaves reaching up, growing
Til the fall.
May the wind blow breezes
Both strong or gentle
And then not at all.
May they bring on currents
Moisture, rain to quench
The thirst of everyone
Everyone, everything and all.
May, may we live
May we live us all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
The sun shines bright
The lake’s like glass in the evening light
I take a breath
Savouring all that abounds
I like, I love the world
That is all around.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
There we are
And come again
Nurturing love
No matter what
Comes round
The bend.
Forsake not love
That has been
Hold on
go beyond
Heart and soul
To skies
Where angels flow.
Love will come
Love will go
Embracing us
With it’s magic glow
Touching lives
With a gentle touch
Not holding on
Way too much.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson
– 2015
I saw you together connected by an energy
A wave of endless love.
No words needed to convey, to see your love
Bonded together, radiating an energy
Produced by shared love.
Mother, daughter connected forever
By a word, a feeling, a energy
We simply name love.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Can’t believe I’m not alone
For there at my side
A presence stays
While I live, work, love, play
And some day, die.
Not alone, never to be
My journey directed
Choreographer, just for me.
I am loved no matter what
I have a place to stand
My back protected
My heart in loving hands.
My protector, confidant, spirit guide
May be those
Who have already lived
And now, have died.
Not that I care from where
They come
Just to feel that presence
At my side.
Will make my road
Smoother, a joy to live
Oh, such a ride!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The sky is filled with optimism
No bird tweets lies
Nor does a bear weep
Wail or cry.
All is filled with beauty
And love
Not one seeks
To be denied.
We live, we love
And one day
We will surely die.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Wondering why or did I see
How the heart mends
Without any seams.
Tragedy, chaos and most likely strife
Rip holes in my being
Then along comes kindness
Dipped in strength
Changing everything.
A smile, a laugh, a gentle caress
Hold me together
Thru anything.
I’m not wondering
I know, I see
With love my heart mends
Without any seams.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Aggy died five years ago today.
Such a sweet and gentle soul who never rose to lofty heights in the sport
chosen for her
Hers was not a career of high scores, trophies and trials won
She didn’t want that.
It was not in her nature even though her breeding said she should excel.
She didn’t see the sense in it.
She did see sense in love, hugs, play and snuggles. The highlight of her day was cuddles on the sofa between myself and my husband. In between us so that she could sniff, touch his hair, be near him. She adored him.
He only saw our rottie, Ursa.
Her and I had history. I was the one who insisted she train,
keep working in the sport, live up to what was expected of her. 
Even when she let me know without any doubt how she felt.
She held a grudge in this, she always remembered and didn’t think I should forget either.
Aggy loved the strong, handsome type of guy.
And that would be Kado, the big, gentle Cane Corso around the corner.
To go over to Kado’s home, hang out, play in his backyard,
race around the pond was so much enjoyment for her.
Even then, she got shortchanged.
Kado had eyes only for Ursa.
She would watch them play, Kado going into the pond,
retrieving a toy then coming out and giving it to Ursa. They’d play with it and then they would do it all over again.
Aggy would try and attract his attention, get him to notice her.
He never did that I saw.
In this, she never held a grudge or blamed Ursa.
They were best friends, confidants, kennel mates, soulmates. 
Five years ago on this day, there was no hope, no cure,
no medication to reverse the outcome.
Aggy was true to her nature, her way of doing things,
no matter what others thought how she should act.
Her attitude that day as my husband tried to say goodbye,
spend time with her alone, you could see her saying,
“You didn’t have time for me when I wanted you too, forget it now!” 
And then with her characteristic determination, she headed for the truck.
Her jaw set, her focus clear. I could hear her say,
“Lets get this over with before I change my mind”.
Sitting in the back of the truck, my husband driving,
her focus, I believe was on what was to come.
She sat, watched the countryside past.
I cried, reached back and tried to comfort her.
She paid no attention. 
When the time came, she was her dear sweet, gentle, brave, stoic self.
I sobbed. She kept herself in control. No emotion.
Tough.
Just as the death sentence took over, she looked up to the sky.
Watching something high over my shoulder.
I was afraid to look back, to see what she was seeing.
A quiet calmness came over her, her rigidity was gone.
She was gone.
I brought her collar home.
Ursa held her head up, her neck outstretched waiting for me to put it on her.
I did. I sobbed and held her close.
We mourned our friend, our loved one together.
Aggy, you taught me much.
You taught me to stick to my beliefs
Follow my heart despite all those who believe they know what is best for me
Never waver, never lose hope
Speak your mind, no matter the consequences, you will survive
And above all,
Love unconditionally
Aggy, sweet Aggy
I love you, love you still,
Unconditionally.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
You are on my journey
I’m on your path
The way, it wanders but I can see
There is no more wrath.
Quiet acceptance
Honouring you, honouring me
Moving on into each our destinys.
I am on your path
You are on my road
We pass by smiling full with love
Wondering what life does hold.
Bide your time
I’ll let it be
A wondrous world spreading out
In front of thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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