Today, a special day 101 years ago
A baby was born very far away
No fireworks were let off
No dancing in the streets
But it was special
A baby born this day
Would have been 101.
That baby was my mother
That baby would be 101
I celebrate her life
I celebrate her birth
Always remembering
To me, on this day
A special baby born.
Happy Birthday mom
I love you, remembering
On this day
A special baby born.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
My intention is to grow. To become the person I am meant to be.
To love the exploration, its excitement and anticipation.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Summer rain making way
once again for fall colors
raining down on crisp ground
golden brown, vibrant and pure.
Sending us on the road
be prepared, be secure
knowing all is full and ready
for winter white that follows
These lovely fall colors.
Summer rain, fall colors
blend into stark winter
Be prepared, be right
enjoy the changing, knowing
this is the seasons of life.
Spring soon, the brightness
the freshness bringing new life
Just wait for only
a few dark, dark nights.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
This is the day. This is the only day that I must concern myself with today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Enjoy the sunrise
Enjoy the day
Make it the best
This one great day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Here I am in the land of uncertainty
Hesitating, doubting all I do.
Second guessing.
Not seeing the blessing
To have the choice to carry through
And make choices I have to do.
Make me strong and sure
Make me decisive
No longer in that hellish land
Of uncertainty
Not knowing what to do.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Optimism rises with the morning dawn
Bright and cheery
Only the best for this day long.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Hurry up, be on top.
Mop the floor, swill the slop
Don’t hesitate, get it done
Be friendly, cordial and humdrum.
Your feelings, not important
The perfect picture is the goal overall
Swill the slop, get it done
Hurry up, this is fun.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Listen to the misty river rain
Drip, drip
Running thru the eavestrough
Down the spout to the drain
Misty, misty raindrops
Listen to the misty river rain.
Full of life
Full of promise
Misty, misty raindrops
Listen to the misty river rain.
Splatter on the sidewalk
Run down the lane
To where the cat walks
Misty, misty raindrops.
Listen to the misty river rain.
Soaking up the essence
Flowing on to the deep, dark river plain
Raindrops, misty, misty raindrops
Listen to the misty river rain.
Giving goodness to the world
These raindrops, misty, misty raindrops
Listen to the misty river rain
The misty river raindrops
The misty river rain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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