Remembering
Seemed like only yesterday
Remembering the past
Her little girl stood beside her
Yet wasn’t meant to last
Attached like glue,
An inseparable pair
This little girl and she
With the velvet touch of her hand
She slipped away, you see.
Reaching out for the pretty bow
Flowers circled on a boutonnière
With an angel pin of gold
Ribbons of satin she did adhere.
Streaming across her shaky hand
High school colors red and black
Her eyes swelling from the tears
She starts thinking back –
This is prom night, a year ago
Her daughter dressed beautifully
Photos in a scrapbook
Reminders to her you see
Blinding headlights –
Rain slowly falling
A curve in sight ahead
Her boyfriend remembered nothing
Just screaming in his head.
Her only child swept away
By the brutal hands of death
There on that summer night
Slowly taking her last breath.
©Sylvia Allison
The old gazebo is worn and tattered
With rustic looks of the past
Vines of ivy of the deepest green
Smothering and oh so contrast
Tears in her eyes, her sorrow is deep
Walking towards her destination
Wiping her tears; a look of horror
At the place with such destruction
She walks along the worn down path
At this place while she reminisces
Thinking of the warm summer nights
Their souls embracing with kisses
For now he has gone; death made its mark
She is the one who is left behind
Now this place where they loved so
Once was a place so divined?
Sylvia Allison
Granny Kimbro
Walking proud into the room
Dressed in lace to please the eye
Strong and tough;
She’s from the old world
And graceful as a butterfly
She looks in a mirror
Gives herself a wink
Nothing can get her down
She will leave you wondering
To yourself
As she carries on without frown
She plays the role of a queen
Tough as nails; an avid achiever
Yet tender-hearted with her family
The lady is -
My great-grandmother.
~Sylvia Allison
Homeless…
Alone without a coat to wear
to shelter him from the cold
He has no home to call his own
he’s ragged and getting old;
No place to live or wait for a meal
on the dinner table again
He suffers with hunger, no money for food
or a meal to stop the pain
He never knows where to spend the night
his shelter is a cardboard box
Without a blanket or a pillow for comfort
can’t even stay in a cellblock.
He never bothers anyone just walks around all day
wandering about without a doubt
he is societies castaway…
Maybe he is a veteran, who fought for us in war
or someone who was pushed aside
for another to adore
These homeless people in this world
aren’t they still the children of God?
Nobody knows his or her hardships
or where their steps have trod
It is sad to see them without a coat
or shoes upon their feet
Wondering where they will spend the night
to make their day complete…
Turning your head in disbelief
in your mind the memory clings,
Be thankful for your treasures
your home and finest things;
For something bad could happen
and there you could be found
Homeless, helpless and hungry,
broke and sorrow bound…
~Sylvia Allison
3/5/01
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