You were born on Wednesday
Almost a year to the day
Since Mamma had passed away.....
Elizabeth Anne
Head full of dark brown curls
Just like your mother
My sister
It was my first time seeing a baby born
It was beautiful and a little disgusting
All at the same time
I may or may not have had to hold up
the wall for a brief moment or two :)
Just goes to show you something beautiful
did come out of this evil darkened world
A world so cruel as to take a mom
from three daughters who still needed her so
I was just eighteen and beginning my freedom
and you were just born and beginning your life

I haven't seen
So many angels
Hiding
In the clouds
Since John died.

They seem to be
Equipped for war.

Necesito
Todo
Los angeles.

My heart is heavy.

In the spherical     motions of my mind,
there is an orbit     of thought around you.

Just a note to let all of you. My Hello Poetry friends, know how much I appreciate you reading and/or following my poems or posts for the past  5 years ( for some of you), Wow, the time has sure gone by quickly. Futhermore, you have all made such a positive impact on my life that I can not picture my life without you all in it. When I count up my blessings in life ,I count you all twice. You have been so nice to know! Thank You, so much for being part of this online community! You make a difference in my life and the lives of others too. Keep writing!
With Sincere Gratitude,
From Your fellow poet friend,
Ann M Johnson

As I remember the years
Seeing your eyes

As you looked at me

Another potion of life
As we made this silent promise

You held my hand

Staring at the perfect moon
Listening to this song

I only see your smile
Until this potion remains

For as long as your face smiles
Twinkles of the daring night

You are my everything
And in you I see all of life's bounties

A magical moon
Signs your name in the sky

As No veil holds us apart
We start the best years of life

In love with a potion
We share in elixir nights

We both stared into a future
We knew exists beyond borders

Every stare would shake my being
As coincidence placed us together

Each year was yet another promise
Of who we are in union

And what we will be forever
Through tîme

And a perfect moon

She was of graceful form,
moving like poetic verse.

Speaking in delicate song to paint his ears.

He was a stallion of grace,
awake to see the gift of her smile.

He was part of poets hand
that scribed in celebration her name.

Together they intertwined in breath
weaving a pathway in heart.

Together they both road off in oneness
recalling their many lifetimes.


StarBG © 2017

My hand is in yours.     As you lead the way
whilst I watch our backs,     we'll escape this maze.