• English Poetry

    Mother

    I walk alone
    Trying to find a way back home
    I look for a landmark
    Yet I keep coming back to the start
    I am tired and strained
    The sights and sounds seem unfamiliar
    The shadows grow longer
    I am scared and frightened
    I see a light shining in the distance
    I open my eyes
    Yes, I am home
    A loving touch
    A hand runs its fingers through my hair
    It's you mother
    I am comforted by your tender loving care
  • English Poetry

    From A Distance

    How well do you have to know one
    For you to like and admire them
    Isn’t it easy to love such special someones
    Simply from the tales people tell of them
    
    The smile on one’s face the tear in the eye
    The signs of their rushing memory are hard to miss
    Unstoppable emotions hard as one may try
    Flooding consciousness especially on days like this
    
    The good die young they always say
    Short lives that shone real real bright
    Personalities that stood out everyday
    Testaments unto themselves if one might
    
    Nostalgia provokes often with a sting
    Why they had to go and we had to stay
    Nonetheless there’s no telling of the joy they bring
    Each time you think of them more so on their special day