Friday, March 8, 2013

To my unborn a poem

Would my child be born to me,
with Papal's chin and Mother's glee?
would growth be short to just my height,
or taller still above my sight?
would hair be dark or feather light,
and curl to hip or be cut slight?
My child I wonder what you'd be,
a one to win and set men free?
Upon my arms to feel you now,
you suckle with small furrowed brow.
No whines you make with chin up turned,
your eyes so heavy my tickles spurn.
I see you on the first bus ride,
to school with others I wave goodbye.
You do real good and letters cite,
your curious thought full of appetite.
My cheek a tear as I see you off,
but you hop right up your hair a toss.
Then onward years I'm standing by,
as he stands before you smiling bright.
Your dress so smooth the flowers twinkle,
the dance your first, you go I sprinkle
tears land but happy thoughts I have,
your smile is all I want to have.
The years roll on and there you are,
all dressed in white me on your arm.
We're walking down the aisle all blue,
The young man looks and grins at you.
You say your vows, to him be true,
Your heart a gift, you glow anew.
Now on my death bed say goodbye,
no tears of sadness set thoughts aside,
I wish you smile, I come right too,
My thanks for love and years with you.
My child unborn in heaven still,
My womb no good, the dreams askew,
I'll never hold you till once we meet,
at heavens gate where me you'll greet.

- Trish 2009

Monday, March 4, 2013

My dear

Sitting here with you quite near.
Our hearts in tune, our love endear
This moment's joy and happiness
can it forever be my bliss?
For mountains fall in time gone by
but true love stands the tests of time
It flows from heaven wrapped in care
With angels flight on wing beat air
For this I know if err you ask
True love is better as time goes passed
For one heart beating next to mine
it's worth more than the gold I'd pine
For here you sit close by my side
as body withers, and death walks by
I look back on years with you
Not one I'd trade, each one still new
This is the love that poets draft
that songs speak of and tales they task
True love is all that's good to have
It's birthed with us and with us pass.
Our thoughts in sync our minds in tune
together walk cross mountain dune
to valleys low and full of pain
to heights of joy and fevered rain.
I'd keep more than my own joy's sake
to see you happy beyond all pain
As I pass on and yet you stay
Know this my love will never wain.
Its precious this the gift I've had
It fills me with all hope not bad.
I go beyond but never fear.
For you my love, my all, my dear.

- Trish 2013

Sunday, March 3, 2013

A woman's love

What beauty in a simple kiss
the words you say the thoughts you link
It means the height of human love
A bond, a trust, a cherished blink.

Don't take this trust to cast it down
like cheap perfume or broken crown
I give you all I am and more
to have to hold forever more.

Stay true to this my sacred gift
and worthy of my offering. 
To sip a taste of other's fruit
would tear my heart and render mute

It would but thrust a knife hilt home
and rind the tender honest bone
For me to see you give away
the love that's mine for all I've paid.

Stay true, my love, to higher cause
and sup with me, enjoy my all.
I give you freely so now partake
for I am yours please don't forsake.

- Trish 2013