A gift unused.

Pencil to the parchment
Blank paper beneath my pen
How wistfully lonely
When wise words won’t come?
For inspiration, she eludes me
Weep to me oh whispering willow
Wave a wand of woeful wishes
For me with which to write
Clever tales and careless dally
Fussy and finicky I am not
I fight, I falter and I have failed
Where great men and women
Prosper before me
The bitter taste of bankruptcy
Left upon lifeless lips
Succumb to the stalemate
Of stories seldom shared
When inspiration, she leaves me
To fight another day.

A Child’s Slumber

She lays…
Oh so peacefully she lays.
Her eyes close and forget
She forgets all her woes
Burying the tiresome antics
of the day
In the sanctity of a dream…
A dream soon to torment
her sleep
I watch as she flails
Arms outstretched
as the look of terror
Sweeps across her once
calm face
Her button nose scrunched
Her small lips pursed
Her eyes closed tight
She is scared
Yet I can’t wake her
I can’t move her
In fear of disturbing a
nightmare she needs.
As quickly as it starts its over
She wakes herself in fear
And a scream escapes
from her mouth
The tears roll down her face
as she holds on to me
So tight.
Seeking the solace of
a mothers hold.
I don’t let go
I will never let go
As softly she falls to slumber
once more…