Proud parents enter
Carrying their new baby
To register his birth
Congratulations, I say
Thank you, they respond
Little do they know of why I’m there
They walk in
I walk out
Hands trembling, heart breaking
I know I’m not the only one who’s suffering
But I was there to register, too
And I was leaving with her death certificate
Contemplation
Mindful, focused eye
Looks outward, yet looks inward
In contemplation
Reeds
A whispered refrain
Mournful on summer mornings
Wind through the reed beds
Derwentwater, Cumbria
Gloomy summer’s day
Bobbing at the water’s edge
A lonely boardwalk
Beside narrow paths
Blackberries turning colour
Ready to make pie
Tick tock, says the clock
Marking time in little blocks
Seasons marching on
Sitting quietly
Listen to the ticking clock
Life’s seasons move on
Sunshine gone away
Was that summer passing by?
Days now shortening
Summer Garden
If on a sunny summer’s day
I walked along a rambling way
Through trees and fields of new mown hay
What profit would it bring me?
Or if in autumn I did ride
Upon a boat washed by the tide
To find a place where I could hide
What pleasure would it give me?
Perhaps in winter I could run
And slide with children having fun
Or throw a snowball at someone
What lessons would it teach me?
If in the spring I watched the trees
Or saw the way a sparrow sees
The spiders and the humming bees
What happiness would greet me?
In summer, autumn, winter, spring
Whatever weather they would bring
If I could give to you a ring
What wond’rous love would fill me.
