PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

e'en so lord...I cry when the mountains wake

when the sleepy dawn crests a new sun

reminding me that even the night

goes away...



so, I gather them up...those who remain

and I fill them with promises and hope

with lessons that will stay with them

beyond forever...



and I challenge them...be just a little better

take each morsel offered as if it were the first

and give it more of yourself than ever before

or again...



and, I smile at them...each one so lovely

just as wonderful today as they ever were

precious few cradled gentle in frame and glass

in memory...



e'en so lord, that someday I will take wing

flying high above those places they claim

just to see how they are doing and keep close

their smiles...



for even if the last of my days wears this loss

the precious best of this life will always be gain

worn the way I remember them, the way they are

in heart...