I was in your place, I saw your face
But
You didn’t recognize me.
In another life we laughed and cried
‘Friends for Life’ we said that’s how it would be
But
Now I see you don’t recognize me
I’m just a face in a ordinary place
And you walked right pass me
No ‘Friends for Life’
What a state it has come to be.
Just the other day I was in your place
Saw your face
But
You didn’t recognize me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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
Sadly see panic, terror
On the face of one I love
Can’t help
Have to let it be
Pass thru, let it pass
Understand it did happen
But now
Now it’s in the past
Where you can let it be
What it was
What came to be
I can’t know nor understand
Only support and be there
To help you thru
This past, awful memory.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Husk falls, dropping to the ground
Seeds of wonder spattered all around.
Dead or dying not necessarily their fate
Taking food, taking strength
From the earth, the ground on which
They were spat, they grow and create.
Slowly, quietly up to mighty trees
Strong and wondrous they unfold
Dropping seeds that too
Like magic wonder, grow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Stolen from my heart
A sense of love
Forgot
Got away.
Burdened with such
Array of emotions
Can’t hold back
Hold at bay.
Smouldering anger
Burning things precious
Held dear
Stolen, forgotten
Got away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The heart is mended, the life is fine
No thought is taken
Of what happened back in time.
Moving forward, risking not
Becoming ice
In a land that’s hot.
Then in the midst of emptiness
She dares, she dreams
she dreams a lot.
~ Patrice
® Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Today is a sad day for me
Today was the day I knew in my heart
My mom was dying.
Nothing, nothing I could do
Or say would stop it
This I knew in my heart
But not my head.
Anguish, fear, frightened
Looking for the answer
That would save her
Keep her here with me
Sadly, not to be.
Not once did I think
That maybe she had had enough
And wished to go
Oh no.
When I look back on this day
I see it was all about me
My feelings, my hurt
My need to have her here with me.
I said Goodbye that day
While deep inside, my heart knew
My head refused
Believing we’d have more, more happy days.
That inner voice, my heart
It knew
It knows the future and has lived the past.
She passed
She passed the next day
My mom, she…
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I wonder what
I will say
What I’ll see
In the morning
Unfolding
Just before me.
No breath is taken
Carelessly
Holding on
Moving forward
Knowing I have
Heaven and earth
Backing me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Sweet dreams come slowly
Quietly moving thru
Leaving behind visions
Memories I hold onto
Sometimes vivid
Then maybe vague
They play out active
There inside my head.
I feel I could touch
Hold tight
The figures in sweet dreams
That come to me
In the darkness
And early morning light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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