Spring
Dew drops on the grass.
Mornings dampness soon to pass.
Sun breaks through the clouds.

The days have passed without fanfare,
as I quietly stood by.
I no longer dream of youthful things,
though they linger in my mind.
Most days have been pleasant,
Yet nothing great my life.
I went from child to wife to mother,
In only a blink of the eye.
Now children they have gone their way.
And husband has no words...



But silence has it's place in life,
   a moment undisturbed.



Days spent can not be bought again,
and it's not for youth I long.
I wish only to be remembered
When I am dead and gone.
Remembered not as Plato,
No I am not so rare.
I hope only to be remembered
as a whisper in the air.
A life loved and not forgotten,
by only those who cared.

My dog is lying on the floor.
I watch TV a nightly chore.
Suddenly my nose does wrinkle,
What's that smell, my eyes they sprinkle.

I jump up and turn on the fan.
Oh no that smell I can not stand.
I hold my breath with all my might.
My dog takes refuge from my sight.

I pinch my nose with my left hand,
While spraying fragrance from a can.
I open windows, crack the door.
I do believe my nose is sore.

My stomach churns as I sit down,
My hand upon my faithful hound.

This world I have cherished.
This world has been kind.
This world can be beautiful.
But it would never be mine.

I have shook with the thunder.
I have tasted earths wine.
I saw the miracle of new life.
Yet it was all lost in time.

I have sailed the morning tide.
I have walked through misty valleys.
I have seen the pale moon, and
I have walked the darkest alleys.

Although these things did catch my eye.
God's hand I took, for the rest was a lie.

I rest my eyes in shades of green.
I plant my feet in the good earth,
and listen to the pace of the river.
I was only a moments breath,
yet it would last forever.

When I am gone with the dust
and the wind, we shall be
together again, this earth and I.
Can you show me a dream,
a dream better than mine.