The Garden in my Mind
I do not own my home
My home is shared by many
No peace, no quiet, no time alone
And pinching every penny
But in my dreams I see a place
In which I can reflect
A quiet, tranquil, restful space
Trees guard its borders tall, erect
The vines creep sweetly over
walls both high and low
And blossoms each take turn and cover
My fragrant blooming meadow
And when I wake I find that I
May miss my cherished retreat
But I can face a brand new sky
And feel joy as we meet
The Uniform
An ordinary knock
On an ordinary day
But my best friend, the man I love,
Will not be coming home today
face at the door
Is respectful,remorseful, grave
But I don't want to hear any more
Not how he left not about how brave-
Heart stops
Eyes cry
Knees buckle
Why, why, why?
Thank you madam for your time
But I've given so much more
The lover that I once called mine
Will be coming home no more