Poems From Inside Me

Watching Me From Above

Slow the Insanity

I looked out of my window

To see the green green grass and trees

I opened up my window

To feel the softening breeze

It doesn’t really seem to me

That people understand

What a precious thing we have

In this green green land

I want to run on the prairies

Over a hill or two

Then roll in all the sunshine made

Yellow grass moist from dew

I want to challenge the rockies

Climb until I can see them all

Bring along a parachute

Just in case I fall

I want to ride a fishing boat

In our glorious Newfoundland

And hike through northern forests

Then I will be able to say I’m a real Canadian man

But only if I challenge

The Northern climes as well

While looking up at dancing sheets

Of light that from God’s hands fell

Beverly

I think of my Mother often

Three years now

Without her

When I think of her

In so much pain

Needing everyone’s help

I think of those last moments

I sat beside her

Held her hand

Watched as she breathed slower

Slower

Stopped

Her eyes wouldn’t close

But she was gone

Will anyone be there

If I go like that?

I loved her so

She’s watching me

From above