Miss Chatham

They walk together in the parkat three fifteen each day.Miss Chatham and Euphorbiaquietly make their way.One loved in life, one never held,both showing time’s decay Some note quietly, as they pass,this singular mismatched pair.The lady clothed in Sunday bestand her friend’s wild wispy hair.Both alone, but twinned for life,Miss Chatham and her teddy bear.

For Adoption

She holds a distant memoryof when a heartbeat matched her own.A summer secret locked inside,a child barely known. A small, now faded picture holds,a truth in grey and white.A daughter held for one short day,one silent tear-torn night. To give a life, to hold a lifeto bear but never see,the future that the world might hold,for theContinue reading “For Adoption”

There’s No Point

There is no point in travelling, when you’ve no place to be. No sense in searching, when your heart cannot see. And no doors will unlock, when you don’t have a key. There is no point in sowing, where love cannot grow. No questions worth asking, of a life you can’t know. And no reasonContinue reading “There’s No Point”

Dancing Alone

A sirens sounds for the daily dance,a game that is carelessly played.In covert signs and coded words,Liaisons are sought, alliances made. But those who don’t hear, or don’t know the rules,are lost in this masquerade. By day they are silent, in the evening alone,weaving dreams that may never see light.Mouthing the words of songs theyContinue reading “Dancing Alone”