I am so sorry mother
I was consumed by my youth
Maybe I did not love you
Quite as much as you deserved
My life devoured my thoughts
Tomorrow was far away
I didn’t understand how much
I would miss not seeing you
Tag: love
Crochet
Red, orange, yellow, purple, blue and green;
The colors flow smoothly from her fingers
A rainbow of yarn like I’ve never seen
So absorbed in her I stop and linger
With every twist of her agile wrist
I watch intently as the afghan grows
Without looking, she creates every stitch
Then carefully crochets them into rows
The weight of it on her is comforting
Its warmth blocks out the chilly winter air
Still I can’t keep myself from wondering
Will it soon be too much for her to bear?
Changes
I have seen many years;
They have not changed me
I have lived life;
Life has not defeated me
I have seen death;
Death has not altered me
I have known love;
Love has not abandoned me
I have seen darkness;
Darkness has not frightened me
I have felt failure;
Failure has not weakened me
I will sing my songs;
My words will comfort me
Each New Day I Wonder
Each New Day I Wonder
Will this be the last time?
Your warmth draws me awake and
My lips caress your beauty
Each New Day I Wonder
Will this be the last time?
My arms pull you to me as
I whisper I love you
Each New Day I Wonder
Will this be the last time?
That you will comfort me or
Ease my pain with your touch
Each New Day I Wonder
Will this be the last time?
That I will dream of you
Lies
Running down those country roads
We were sixteen, free and alone
Didn’t care what life had in store for us
Just singing the songs of our own
Where did those children go
They spread their wings and flew away
I lost track of them so long ago
If only I could go back to those days
I would not worry about the hypocrites
Or all the other ne’er-do-well
They should have followed their own advice
As far as I can tell
But we listened to all of their lies
Instead of letting our hearts sing
I watched the sunrise fade from your eyes
And now I know what the future brings
Jerry Brotherton 