Posts Tagged ‘believing’

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Believe

November 29, 2018

Squirrel reaching bird-feeder ~ Photo by Patrice

Then I heard the calling voice say

Believe in yourself, believe today
Believing is the only way.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

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Hearing The Reason

October 16, 2018

Road Expanse ~ Photo by Patrice

Hearing the reason
With no understanding
Why.

Going forward
Believing
I’ll know the answer
In the sweet bye and bye.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

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Today Is A Sad Day For Me

March 28, 2018

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Today is a sad day for me
Today was the day I knew in my heart
My mom was dying.

Nothing, nothing I could do
Or say would stop it
This I knew in my heart
But not my head.

Anguish, fear, frightened
Looking for the answer
That would save her
Keep her here with me
Sadly, not to be.

Not once did I think
That maybe she had had enough
And wished to go
Oh no.

When I look back on this day
I see it was all about me
My feelings, my hurt
My need to have her here with me.

I said Goodbye that day
While deep inside, my heart knew
My head refused
Believing we’d have more, more happy days.

That inner voice, my heart
It knew
It knows the future and has lived the past.

She passed
She passed the next day
My mom, she…

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Sorted, Scared

April 20, 2014

Sorted, scared
Wondering just what happened.

Foggy, blurred
Can’t conceive what I heard.

Mastering, believing
Seeing there is a way.

Still, can’t function
Can’t believe this day.
~ Patrice

Easter Daffodils ~ Photo by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson 2014

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Today Is A Sad Day For Me

March 27, 2014

 

Today is a sad day for me
Today was the day I knew in my heart
My mom was dying.

Nothing, nothing I could do
Or say would stop it
This I knew in my heart
But not my head.

Anguish, fear, frightened
Looking for the answer
That would save her
Keep her here with me
Sadly, not to be.

Not once did I think
That maybe she had had enough
And wished to go
Oh no.

When I look back on this day
I see it was all about me
My feelings, my hurt
My need to have her here with me.

I said Goodbye that day
While deep inside, my heart knew
My head refused
Believing we’d have more, more happy days.

That inner voice, my heart
It knew
It knows the future and has lived the past.

She passed
She passed the next day
My mom, she passed away.
~ Patrice  

My Mom ~ Photo by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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