The Gardener
Though you now linger
behind death's wall,
the seeds you once planted,
grow very tall.
Your winnowing shovel
found the richest soil.
This garden now prospers,
remitting your toil.
Your departure was untimely,
your death premature.
Though you can't tend it,
your garden endures.
Not once has it withered
for lack of sun or rain,
for feeling alone,
and being alone,
aren't the same.
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Dedicated to Marie Suzette Howard Smith.
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August 11th 1947 - October 7th 1994.
Flowers weep like rain in your absence.
But they grow stronger all the while.
Rest in peace, Mom, your garden still grows.
Among the Wild grass
Among a field of wild grass
you're a tree rising over the mass.
You stand alone to face the wind
a tower of strength who will not bend.
When the world keeps turning,
yearning for change.
you're my balance,
the comforting same.
I look to you when
all else is lost.
my beacon of hope
in this flood of distraught.
Your roots grow strong,
your branches reach high.
I dwell in your shadow,
for wild grass am I.
I'm blessed to be near
you at any length,
for you stand alone,
a tower of strength.
A Hole
I am a hole that can't be filled,
my passion rages when the shovel spills.
I have no ego, I'm not fulfilled,
I'm not empty, just over willed.
I am a hole that can't be filled.
Some Day
Some day
we will live together
as one
and we'll love each other
Some day
in this time
there's no wrong
there's no right
there's no black
there's no white
there's no hungry people
alone every night
just peace on earth
for every child
Some day
Some day
we will stand together
and dream
of our children's future
in peace
and this time
there's no war
no more hate
there's no fear
no more hate
no greed
no more hate
there's just you and me
Some day.
Across the miles
My memories become shaded,
reflecting on what you were then.
The tears you so hated,
were the tears you cried in the end.
You had no time for sorrow,
made no time for yourself.
You were always about tomorrow,
and doing for somebody else.
To capture a moment,
you never let life get under your skin.
That's why I loved you,
You were my teacher, and my friend.
When the world became a bitter place,
your smile helped me through.
Giving me hope, and security.
without it what could I do.
As our road kept winding
with tragedy around every bend.
I saw your perseverance
and knew I would never give in.
Now that it's over,
angels will take you home.
And should I ever feel lonely
I'll know that I'm not alone.
A Midsummer's Day
Warm rays of light
pierce through my window,
and caress my face.
My eyes open,
to find the darkness replaced.
The scent of jasmine,
fills the room.
Songbirds and robins
begin chirping tunes.
A glance at the lawn
finds morning dew.
The sky above
seems so incredibly blue.
Shadows and trees
line the fields of gold.
Day Lillie's in bloom,
are a vision to behold.
Off in the distance
I observe children at play.
What a wonderful start
to a Midsummer's day.
Perseverance
Though my shadow no longer darkens
old familiar places.
My resolve has never changed.
Though my teacher no longer teaches,
I still have lessons to learn.
I'll always be a student.
Though storm clouds gather over my head
dumping gloom and drowning light.
I know the sun will return.
