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Helen Jun 2015
is it everything
you'd thought it be?
Happy 21st my baby boy
forgive me...
as I lay in bed
Remembering
that 21 years ago
I became a Mother
for the first time
you know
and I was as confused
as you were back then
until your tiny little hand
held my clumsy fingers
that feeling...
it still lingers

But where are you now?
Where have you been?

I've been in Hell it seems,
I lay awake every night
I wait for the fright
of hearing your voice
I dream of the moment
I get that choice

Happy 21st Birthday
to my precious,
most coveted
First born Son

Happy Birthday my darling
though you hate me desperately
I say Happy 21st Bithday


It appears you may have made it
*without your Mum...
It's still a week away yet 5/7/2015... I can't even.... So I'm going on hiatus tonight... Might spend a week thinking I could have done something right...
Helen Jun 2015
She walks the distance
upon a barren moon
where stardust gathers
between her toes
forgotten planets are
remembered, too soon

Her path remains unknown
where sunlight threads
through her amber gaze
sifting breaths between
Silver, on midnight blue
peering through
a galaxy haze
seeing nothing new

Black holes and Supernovas
are small events,
not to her surprise
She crosses oceans
of ill formed creations
that seek to crush her
beneath their demise

Grit beneath her fingernails
crusted diamonds of pre life
She walks on sand like velvet
taking her own sweet time
universally dropping strands
of whiskey and dark red wine
Marking the path to
soul desperation
her only way to shine
Helen Jun 2015
No more reading
No more words
No more bees
No more birds
No more hurting
No more rain
No more anger
No more pain
No more breathing
No more sighs
No more seething
No more Sky
No more Sun
No more Stars
No more Moon
No more scars
No more worries
No more regret
No more tears
No more sweat
No more wondering
No more days
No more anything
*Where we lay
Helen Jun 2015
Sunset in the sky
low lying
Reminds me of a love
thats dying
So I'll leave the Sunset
where it lies
and think of our Love
*as a Sunrise
© Helen Doogan 1990
Helen Jun 2015
words create a soulful like
to what is supposed to be
a picture creates a glimpse
of worlds beyond you and me
A picture, a photograph
is what happens, in words
when we let it
we express our focus
we never forget it
For in our hearts
such words evolve
from pictures we are,
as art
no words can describe
the scribble
that has been etched,
upon our heart

By the capture of the Clouds,
the Moon and the Star


in one such frame
we sit in silence
only to marvel
in very amicable thought
*we are as we are
To be a Moon and Star in a Cloudy Sky... don't ask why, just be :)
Helen Jun 2015
if wishes were delicious
I'd only want to
eat you
Helen Jun 2015
that's the
question
asked of
a time or
two, while
sipping from
a glass poured
for me  and you
what's at the end
of the bottle or of
the glass? I  do not
know and it seems
rude to ask. I hope
we don't drink  to
glass breaking in
reality, or try to
see the truth of
you, and me
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