After "Beyond the Broken Fence" by Jane Stairs
She and I, we both sat -
Just beyond the old fence.
It had been broken since way back,
It's purpose had lost sense.
The hill edge it guarded -
Still had it's steep sloping.
But the worry was discarded,
And so we sat Hoping.
For happiness and love -
Bright skies and peace to come.
We waited for all we dreamt of,
A drop of any crumb.
We sat beyond it all -
The broken fence, and past.
We would not miss the coming call,
Of Hopes alive at last.
Memory of a Mother
After "Like a Child" by Jane Stairs
I walked up to the old church.
The weight of history,
Running through the beams in the highest perch,
- Greatness and Mystery -
I sank into one of the pews.
The wood beneath me creaked, ancient,
The oak scent made a cue,
- Memory in Fragrance -
Of when my childhood home was built.
By the Mason's hillside,
How we dug through the stream's soft silt,
~ While the grey mortar dried ~
Of eating onions like apples.
While Mother was cooking,
She would give me samples,
~Of the Yorkshire pudding ~
And Somehow all these memories...
Were more precious in church,
After many years of worries
- And a funeral dirge -
No comments:
Post a Comment