(dedicated to Mom and Dad)
It's Spring's first day. With Winter gone
Shadows are painting my new green lawn.
Memories of childhood have claimed the view.
I'm lost in thought remembring you;
Those Sundays when we came to call,
The way you loved to see us all,
The laughter over cleaning up,
The warmth of coffee in my cup.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
Friday, 2 September 2011
Close Again
Out of the earth, decades ago,
I used to watch your roses grow,
In awe because you seemed to be
Imbued with an ability
To bring such beauty to our world.
Each Spring, as new buds are uncurled
I feel you standing close again
And hear your voice in April's rain.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
I used to watch your roses grow,
In awe because you seemed to be
Imbued with an ability
To bring such beauty to our world.
Each Spring, as new buds are uncurled
I feel you standing close again
And hear your voice in April's rain.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
Battles
On this field a battle fought
By boys turned into men;
So many died, so many maimed,
None dared to dream of when
They'd walk once more through neighborhoods
Where laughing children played
Unaware, in peaceful dreams,
Of sacrifices made.
Yet, in the dark, in pain and tears
Sit mother, wife and son
To mourn the ones who can't come home
From battles fought and won.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
By boys turned into men;
So many died, so many maimed,
None dared to dream of when
They'd walk once more through neighborhoods
Where laughing children played
Unaware, in peaceful dreams,
Of sacrifices made.
Yet, in the dark, in pain and tears
Sit mother, wife and son
To mourn the ones who can't come home
From battles fought and won.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
A Gathering
The sounds of quiet industry
In buildings steeped in history
Surround the little coffee shop
That echoes with the steady drop
Of caffeine as the world slips by.
The Winter clouds have claimed the sky
But here there is a gathering
Of faithful friends who shine like Spring.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
In buildings steeped in history
Surround the little coffee shop
That echoes with the steady drop
Of caffeine as the world slips by.
The Winter clouds have claimed the sky
But here there is a gathering
Of faithful friends who shine like Spring.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
Out Of Kilter
Somewhere we lost our childhood connection
Severed by stresses that got in the way.
We have forgotten our old dreams and sisters
Stay in our corners with nothing to say.
Now I am staring into the sunset
With images of little girls in the yard
And wonder what magic could make us draw closer.
What happened to sharing what's good and what's sad?
I'm left with the thought that you've never known me
As I, to my sorrow, have never known you.
I am the one who's been left out of kilter
And life's been a shadow I've only passed through.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
Severed by stresses that got in the way.
We have forgotten our old dreams and sisters
Stay in our corners with nothing to say.
Now I am staring into the sunset
With images of little girls in the yard
And wonder what magic could make us draw closer.
What happened to sharing what's good and what's sad?
I'm left with the thought that you've never known me
As I, to my sorrow, have never known you.
I am the one who's been left out of kilter
And life's been a shadow I've only passed through.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
In Dreams
In dreams she feels the dancing of her feet,
The secret longing to be on the floor
With mirrored walls reflecting every beat,
And music everything she's living for.
An audience is not her biggest aim,
But movement that is purest harmony.
Her steps are swift and light, like candle flames.
Each prescious note has set her body free.
But morning comes and she must face the day
Within the confines of her new wheelchair
Listening to the voices that all say
Be brave. A new world waits for you somewhere.
When all she ever wanted was to dance,
To be an active partner in a song.
Instead she's hurt and will not get the chance
To feel the music carry her along.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
The secret longing to be on the floor
With mirrored walls reflecting every beat,
And music everything she's living for.
An audience is not her biggest aim,
But movement that is purest harmony.
Her steps are swift and light, like candle flames.
Each prescious note has set her body free.
But morning comes and she must face the day
Within the confines of her new wheelchair
Listening to the voices that all say
Be brave. A new world waits for you somewhere.
When all she ever wanted was to dance,
To be an active partner in a song.
Instead she's hurt and will not get the chance
To feel the music carry her along.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
Thursday, 1 September 2011
A Dream
I walked within a shadow of a dream
Where silver walls arose on either side
And I could not hear voices through the night.
I couldn’t find a place where I could hide.
Would ease the weariness this dream world held.
I called your name, but when you answered me
When morning slipped into my silent room
And you were there to soothe away my tears.
Where silver walls arose on either side
And I could not hear voices through the night.
I couldn’t find a place where I could hide.
I heard you sing but couldn’t find a door
To bring me to a place where companyWould ease the weariness this dream world held.
I called your name, but when you answered me
Your words did not make sense and so I fled
Into a hidden corridor of fearsWhen morning slipped into my silent room
And you were there to soothe away my tears.
© 2010 Pam H. Murray
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