Golden with the Leaves

The leaves glow gold
In the steady sun;
I see a man
At water's edge,
Away from the current
Of the brook before
But chin deep
In his thoughts grave;
Of which I may never know
In which I may never be.
He wot not that I watch him
Basking as it were
Golden with the leaves.

Till Death Do Us Part

It seems with age and illness,

Your mind is not that fine.

You don't believe the things I say

Or understand my mimes.

The world is silent, yet fast-paced.

Of days you can't keep track.

You ask for all my kindness,

Yet you offer nothing back.

We have to bend to your desires.

You tantrum like a child.

To you it seems ridiculous

To have to wait a while.

Every single thing I do

Is under scrutiny,

Tinted by your fuzzy mind

And what you wish to be.

It's hard to keep on wanting

For you to live on strong

When living means I go through this

All day and all night long.

I know your days are numbered.

You're running out of time.

I know you're sick and suffering,

And in that there's no crime.

To care for you is difficult;

It's challenging in short.

And I admit, at times I feel

Unwillingness of sorts.

But when you came I made a promise

Deep within my heart,

That come what may, I'll bite the bullet;

Till death do us part.

It sounds like something soulmates

Who are marrying should say,

But God made me for you,

And you for me just the same way.

So far I have been getting by,

Continue to I shall.

Somehow find the compassion,

And love you like my own child.

And when you sing your swan song,

When you hum your final tune,

Silent night, Holy night,

I'll be singing it with you.

Angry Old Man

I see an old man dashing past me
Down a busy street.
Carrying his walking frame,
Shouting things that should be beeped.
What is he chasing after?
Why does he curse and swear?
Everybody wonders too.
They stop their work and stare.


I saw this scene when I was in the market at my old house with my parents. I was a little girl. The funniest part was how he carried his walking frame and ran.

White Dog, Black Dog

I crave the wrong, I want the right;
Both sides are tugging, calling.
I choose the dark, ignore the light,
Then sorrow at my falling.

White dog Black dog fight in me;
Sometimes there's 'most no fight at all.
I know it's not, but seems to be
Patterned somewhat cyclical.

Wendy's Mommy

Mother passes, daughter weeps.
We come, we sit, we smile, we greet.
Try to act like something's wrong.
Read a psalm and sing a song.
Hang our heads down low and heavy,
Wait an hour and then get ready,
To leave, because we do not bear
The pain the daughter cannot share.


I wrote this after coming home from a funeral that was very cordial.

Upon This Train

Today upon this train I sit
Awaiting when I shall return
To my dear husband, Ma, and kid
And tell them all what I have learned.

Upon this train I sing my songs
And wonder at the echo's ring.
For this train ride must be so long,
And I'll be bored if i don't sing.

I met some people, kind but grave
Who fear the train will never reach.
I could not stand their panicked state,
So I got the Reverend to stand and preach.

I write to you, dear ones at home,
With pen in hand and tear in eye.
I miss you so, oh you must know,
That you are in this heart of mine.


I wrote this after I had a dream set in the old West, in which I took a long train ride. It's very random.

Judges Self-Proclaimed

Judged from every side,
People looking straight into your eyes
Thinking, "Why is she doing what she's doing now?
It should be this way, should be how."
Why are you staring at me when you're blind?
What in the world are you trying to find?
You can't see my heart,
What you see is just the outside part.

I wrote this long ago in a fit of fury, haha.