Tag: reflection

My Children

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming12 Comments

It is not how much I have gathered

Through my honest work or even greed

In the end possessions won’t matter

But what flowers from each planted seed

I wanted them to have all my heart

And leave no part of my love unused

Give them an easier place to start

Let them find their own dreams to pursue

I wonder will they remember well

The lessons that I have tried to teach

Those things that I tried to gently tell

To show that hope is within their reach

To show them not to stand on the stage

Instead intermingle with the crowd

Always have the want to turn the page

Be the one of whom they could be proud

They’re the footprints that I leave behind

They will be my only legacy

They will be the story brought to mind

When my grandchildren remember me

Life

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming9 Comments

The stone is set;

My die has been cast

What the future brings;

Will slide into the past

No amount of want;

Can ever make it stay

It will fade into the memories;

Of just another day

Let Me Bring You Love

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Free Verse, Poetry20 Comments

Let me bring you love from a meadow’s velvet floor; where the grass ripples from a summer’s breath and the bright flowers of purple and gold dance on its gentle wave. Their perfume glides through your childhood memories and heals your wounds.

 

Let me bring you love from a winter’s night; where the pale moon hangs suspended in a frosted glass sky and the twitching skeletons of lifeless Maples cast bewitching images onto the frozen white canvas.

 

Let me bring you love from a low fire at midnight; with you safely tucked beneath my blanket and the soft light of the last dying embers dancing smoothly in your eyes, removing all resistance.

Let me bring you love from my last heartbeat…my last breath…my last kiss.

Let me bring you love until my last heartbeat…my last breath…my last kiss.

God’s Grace

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming2 Comments

When the light seems to be fading away

And you’re not sure anymore where you stand

No matter how far from home you might stray

He will always be there to hold your hand

Whenever your road was rough to travel

Or those many times you had felt denied

All the times you watched your dreams unravel

He was there with you standing by your side

Autumn in Montana

On By Jerry BrothertonIn flash, Short Stories8 Comments

It is only the first day of your birth, yet you have already sent your color into the vines that cover the fence. As summer dances to a final song, you darkened the sky and hurled your dampness down from the heavens. You sprinkled the night air with the shiver of change. You are not death, but you are the final gasps of life. So fling your hue across the world and let me drink you in before the silence and stillness of winter turns me to stone.