Long Mothernight Poems

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Premium Member Faded Roses

Sleep eludes me, my thoughts engulf me...
   The room is quiet....
    I hear a branch outside my window, scratch the glass, in winter's wind
        
I cannot slumber, I cannot escape the waiting, I have no tears left to cry
       Reflected shadows, dark silhouettes of trembling trees, hover over me

                               Oh God,... please take her now...

Is it early morn, or early evening?    It is so hard to tell...
          when day is night, and night is day,... each passing hour seems alike.
              At last it seems this night that would never end, 
                                is quickly giving away to morning

Restlessly, I turn to face the wall 
In the faint light, I can barely see the flowered wallpaper 
  in pale pastels, ....sweet roses.......
         I count them one by one, soft shades, a trace of the pink that they used to be  
              worn by the years, faded by the sunlight that comes in the afternoon light...
                              before the darkness filled the room....

I remember when she picked this cheery pattern...so bright with color
                              Another time, ..... an eternity ago, 
                                    It is loose at the seams, just a faint remnant of color....
                        
Again,  I turn my head to check on her.
The large poster bed, holds her like a small child
                                           She looks lost among the covers.

I see the frailness, a delicate shell of the woman she used to be, 
                                            
                                                                                                           
The bedside clock ticks steadily... winding down...hour by hour, minute by minute

          I watch the movement of her chest as it barely rises, and falls
                                          So shallow the breathing, it struggles and she endures
               
               I thank God that she seems to be sleeping
                                         And I pray that her dreams are happy ones
                                                   


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Premium Member The Great Invitation

There was  a woman
With a college education
Who gave up a career
For a better occupation

Loving mother and doting wife
She somehow devoted her life
Stayed at home  and made do
Lived a little lean for children of two

Then one day received a special
Invitation, to join in this celebration
She decided to study news
Catch up on political views

Studied at night when all did sleep
To be ready for event in one week
Then the night was finally here
Next to a four star general 

Her name did apprear
She was able to carry on decent 
Conversation; while she was next 
To him at the table

But her face did red appear
When she realized that
She was cutting his meat
And calling him dear

(The general went away with a smile on his face.)

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