Sadness breaks my heart
learning of life to death
seeing those loved
who’ve come and now must depart.
The road is long or maybe short
travelled on with those loved
and kept forever
in our hearts.
Sadness sometimes
is helped
by just holding close
still loving in our hearts.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Wondering who is listening
Hearing my words
Speaking, understanding those
That they’ve heard.
Will I go on or say not a word
A quandary
I’m taking to heart
Without
Writing down a single word.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Most of all I want to say
The day will unfold in a way
That won’t be yours or mine
But belong in the scheme
Of all time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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I cannot comprehend all the love and joy
You bring to me
And in the end I hope you see
I have given as much love to you
As you have given me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Do I hear your call?
Do I feel your presence near mine?
Now and forever after
Our lives will be intertwined.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I hold up my hand
In gratitude to all those
Who lost the fight
The battle which had
No score.
Win or lose was the choice
Nothing else, no more
I too, will travel down that road
And at the end
To be no more.
There I may find that
Win or lose is not the choice
It’s to live
Forever more.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Thoughts and memories
Come into my head
Some beautiful
Some filled with dread.
I think of them and then
Let those memories go
Back to the place where
All memories need to go.
There to stay til drawn again
To the front of my mind
To relive and live
Those memories one moe time
One moe time again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
In the morning I come to be
In my joyous place laughing, happy
All as it should be.
As a mourning dove gives it’s plaintive call
Cars pass knowing nothing of my life
Not at all.
Birds sing, squirrels jump from branch to branch
On the hunt for the perfect breakfast,
Dinner, lunch.
Flowers bloom, waving petals in a quiet breeze
While a fly buzzes, irritating for sure
But still a life that lives, that breathes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
In a time gone by
We laughed, we cried
We joined hands to understand
The way life goes
No tears were lost
No embrace ignored
We lived it all
Life itself was our reward,
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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