Elegy

mangled • fencing

Mangled Fencing; Flickr License Creative Commons Non-commercial

asked by a friend to write an elegy
for her niece killed in a
New Year’s Day car crash,
my eyes fill with tears

thinking of my elderly mother

My small stone for Writing Our Way Home’s Mindful Writing Challenge:http://www.writingourwayhome.com/2013_01_01_archive.html

Hush-a-Bye, Lull-a-Bye

O precious babe let your drowsy eyes sleep,
Let go of your woes and relax into peace.
Mother is near to protect and keep peace,
Guarding your cradle all while you sleep. 

Dream, sweet darling, of angels aglow,
Keeping you safe, surrounding you whole.
O dear child, of pure, white soul,
Rest in quiet, tranquil glow. 

Dearest mine of sweet delight,
Lay down your head, may sleep not delay.
Dream of cuddles, warm baths and bouquets,
Of lulling songs and bedtime delights. 

Hush-a-bye
Lull-a-bye
Sweet babe so dear.
Sweet dreams are yours, good night, good night…

English: Sleeping baby.

Image via Wikipedia

 

Many thanks to you.

Honored by your precious grace,

Happy Holidays!

I nominate Bat-Ami Gordin, aka “Tammy”.  Her writings are always so unique and many times from a technical/scientific perspective which I find so appealing.  http://zongrik.wordpress.com

Thank you to the Poetry Palace and all my poet friends:  http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/

You Used to Sing

 

 

You used to sing

When your heart was light

Your voice so harmonious

When life was easier

 

I remember that time

When your heart sang too

Joy came visiting

More often than now

 

Your voice went silent

Many years ago

Tunes of resentment

Are your music instead

 

Now fear has crept in

Pain has joined too

They’ve settled in deep

Happiness pushed out

 

No longer able

No longer can

Simple tasks

Bring you grief

 

Face contorted

With anguished woe

You’ve clutched so tight

To your suffering

 

It’s made its home

Within your bones

And with your acceptance

It’s come right in

 

Can’t let it go

It’s become a friend

A crutch, a tool

To have its way

 

We try our best

To give you help

To serve and attend

And offer assist

 

But your bitterness flies

And attacks the innocent

Our spirit crushes

Underneath the assault

 

Poor, poor mother

We fill up with compassion

Such a dilemma

We wish you well…

 

Mom, circa 1980s

Mother Moon

Cool, calm crisp moon

Brilliant light illuminates

The stillness captured by your beams

All seems quiet in this scene

Sparkling twinkles surrounds complete

A perfect white orb brings my peace

I walk a path alit by you

Many have tread where I go too

Selfless light shines same on all

Graciously noble ancient Mother

Mother

A mother’s heart strings

play songs of love and caring–

never showing wear.

Day three of Haiku Challenge hosted by Someone is Special: http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/p/haiku-challenge.html

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