"quavery" poems
Today I was walking
Away from the café
Of internet usage
Where one can't get a coffee
When I saw a good friend
Without his cancer ridden wife
Who is wheelchair bound
He gave a big smile to me
Of which I readily returned
Somehow though he'd shrunk
Not quite his normal self
As we neared, he told me
She had died the other day
In quite a quavery voice
My heart went out to him
I couldn't help but say
'Okay if I hug you'
I did so without awaiting a reply
He said 'You are making me cry'
As I am right now , writing this
But like him, it had to come out.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
when I look up and stare
blanking out
because the clouds are so not fair
while the sailors seems to be coming my way
sailing away the battling seas
trying to stop the sinking that is about to happen
but they were not strong enough
strong enough to stop the storm
the storm that was hit by lighting
oh the seas
the oceans
the river
and the quavery streams
all seem to find there way
to my eyes
escaping the tears I hid for so long
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC