Thoughts on the end

I could sit right here and wait for death,
or live my life with zeal and zest.
To wake each day with strong renew,
my will to make each moment new.
I love to live and live to love,
with each passing breath I make.
I wish to spend the end with all,
and chose this day to have a ball.
I want to know I've done my best,
Before at last I take my rest.
My prayer for you? I can repeat
You meet life head on and on your feet.
Live each day as if your last,
and then like me, you'll have a blast.


- Trish 2013

For my sister

Her voice it rang like lightning
at last the hour was hers.
Her heart a flame not melting
was so full that it might burst.
He was the one that mattered
the one she so longed to have,
his boyish youth just fading
his manhood shinning past.
He was a perfect notion
his heart to her he'd shown
that though they be a parted
Each moment stole they'd own.
Fresh air was his beginning
clear fields is her domain
They'd love each other only
in grassy country main.
He was not easily faltered
his manhood all intact
Not even tear diminished
this gentle handsome man.
Her mind a race with wonder
their fears of what may be
The future plans ignited
with love beyond today.
With each passing moment
she tingled to her toes
Could this be the one
I've wanted all along?
I've searched for him forever
up mountain, past all foe
Her mind a pitter patter
Her life complete in tow
Now each passing moment
could be with him so near.
She wants to scream I LOVE HIM
and wants to hold him dear
Her dreams at last unfolded
with him it is so clear.
I can only say as I think of her today
I'm more happy than I realized
more thankful than can bare.


- Trish 2013

The love of friends

My friends they are an offering
a gift from God poured out for me
They lift my chin from doubts again
and walk beside with faithful mends
I wonder often why I am
So lucky now much more than then
These people strong with hearts of gold
That He's brought forth to care and tend
How can one person drink it in?
and yet how can I live without
the tiny bits of love they spout
into my life I say again
I am the humbled, blessed, and on mend
I praise the saints and Holy one
for each one's life and love I've won.
Are precious more to me than gold
for this I say, now you've been told
Seek this kindness whilst growing old
and you my friend will know love bold.


- Trish 2013