whispers by c

    Over the past few months the world have come to see what most of us never would have imagined happening in our life time. On a daily basis we woke up quite similar news, images and stories all across the globe.Twenty twenty turned out to be a much different year than we imagined or expected.Life for many changed.The following poem was written to reflect some of my thoughts and  empathy towards those affected by this virus. The world weeps, is on its knees. Crumbling beneath the weight of an unseen foe. In daily hundreds the love ones go, alone. And the anguished  cries  go out into the night. The prayers said are desperate pleas that seem to bounce off the empty streets. I pass my neighbour on the street, but our gaze are fleeting across the gap                                                                                                                 and even though we would like to , we dared not stop. Each day I hear the numbers read and cannot

I embraced the dawn and all its charms. Its the day you were born Thirteen, Unlucky they say .Yet I feel so blessed as I embrace the day. The room is bare,cold and quiet. I am missing your footsteps,your banter,your song... The expanse of the Ocean a formidable foe, Try though I might I cannot go. I am reaching across. Trying to touch your hand, But I cannot find you For you are not close at hand. Its a very special moment,a very special day. And though you are so far away Still,I embrace the day.  Happy,happy birthday Kevhia 💚💚💚💚💚💚 Photo credit :Sofia Levchenko -unsplash

You are a child of strength calm and reassuring  You smile through every storm. you keep me riding on the winds the dark and light   they make your song.  Untold tales we keep in our hearts Child of mine they are our song. I mourn the moments that we lost. and all those treasures of the past but each and every day I see  the strength and courage you have given me. those are the things I cherish most the gifts that never can be lost the smiles,the softly spoken words understanding and accepting without even being told. With each new day my prayer's the same God raise you up, My light,my song,my flame. 💚💚💚 photo: Brianna Reak - unsplash

You are a wonderful inspiration You are a wealth of love and care Every day I walk with values You taught me to hold dear. I  viewed the world through your eyes You have helped me much to grow I cannot remember a time Your love and caring did not show   Today I look back on the years The many times spent apart Thankful  though for childhood memories That will never leave my heart I yearn to be that child again For even the shortest time  For then I will have a glimpse Of my dear dad basking in his youth and prime. For my Dad on Father's Day Photo credit: Donald Teel - unsplash

. Poetical ramblings... I cast you out and try to fight Yet your light ,that flame within your breast it burns so bright A thousand words come back to me Do not go there,  it's too close ,too near The day is lost and night draws nigh Here I am praying ,hoping for that help looking up to the sky. Still feebly wondering is it some trick Some maddening game that will end real quick? Yet as I ponder this great theme Your youth and beauty can be seen. Your hands and eyes are calm and strong And  voice such charm, I could be wrong. A thousand times I wonder why Myriad pondering I cannot let by If I should go where you do call What will it cost, the price of it all? Photo: Lennart Heim unsplash

She gave everything she had And still she keeps on giving With shoulders heaving beneath her load She did not complain , Did not utter a hard word, Tending and toiling She gave and kept on giving.  As solid as the eternal oak My mother full of love Her outpouring heart a grateful gift That comes from up above. With tired work worn hands outstretched She gave and keeps on giving. If I could give her all the world It would not be quite enough To make up for the years of toil of  sacrifice she made so much And angels sing their songs above For a giving mother , My mother whom I love. photo: Pexels Dedicated to my mother in appreciation for all her hard work and sacrifice.

It's the dismal beat of a familiar tune. One I have come to know too soon Those silvery notes are one I know The phantom song I thought was dead cast down the pit of years, Still rings out clearly in my head I hear the voice and its strange to me I am tempted to know if it really could be  Delusion is a feast I do not need For I cannot go there again  The spirit of life is divine to me.  I have yet to finish and claim my name I know not if you are friend or foe Your voice is alien yet you will not go. And though you poured to me your all, still, I cannot pull you from your brink. Yet, nor can I in good conscience Stand idly by and watch you sink. I fear my intuition, my mind's delay  I have often been led to walk  astray I am uneasy with those silvery tones That evoke feelings new and  strong. I cannot  follow this novel path The way to forever is way too long. photo: Pixabay - Pexels