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Deb Kelly Poem
Homeward Bound
I didn’t know, for it didn’t show for so many years.
The slowing steps, the memory gaps
The creeping years gone by.
Then one day, it came my way
The mirror doesn’t lie
It’s that woman whose wrinkles keep coming
Asking where and when, and why.
Memories fade, eyes become glazed
Only secret thoughts remain
When age overtakes us, and families forsake us,
What is left to gain?
Then bright lights meet us, and loving arms greet us,
And then we are home again.
©Deborah Kelly
July 15, 2013
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“The Old Warrior”
They look at me and shake their heads
That non-compliant taking up this bed
They whisper in a tone that says it all
And hurry to enter a note so small.
Do they know I buried my wife a month ago?
That my time to grieve may be too slow
I cannot see my pills so well these days
For my eyesight is slowly fading away.
I would love to tell them of the time
I fought the enemy behind their lines
I long to tell them that in my prime
I worked all day in the hot sunshine
Defending this country with sweat and blood
Earning the right to occupy this bed.
All I ask is that you treat me good
And hold my hand when the demons come
Look at me as you would your Dad
Envision me in the life I had
And when I slowly close my eyes
Salute this soldier and let me die.
Deborah M. Kelly?
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Weeds in the garden I sought to pull
After all they were quite brown and dull
Rain starved, many were shriveled and dried
Trampled and flattened, how could they survive?
I forgot about them as life got in the way
And thought I would leave the pruning for another day.
The heavens mourned as its bounty seemed lost
The clouds shed tears and the winter brought frost
Then the Spring sun smiled on the tiny weeds
As they struggled to survive certain death it seemed
The brown turned to green, and small flowers appeared
The tiny weeds blossomed, and flourished over the years
Our lives are weeds, often thought to be less
Till they are watered, nourished and blessed
Carefully prune the lost life with love
Saturate with hope and grace from above
Never lose hope for human weeds
When open eyes take time to see.
©?Deborah M Kelly 2023
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Smiles as we light up the Christmas tree
Giggles from little ones sitting on Santa’s knee
Caroling in the newly fallen snow is pure bliss
Standing beneath the mistletoe hoping for a kiss
Snowball fights abound in the park
We’ll bake Christmas cookies and drink hot chocolate
Children’s’ faces of joy on the twenty fifth
Wide eyed with wonder as they open their gifts
But the saddest day of the year comes next
Alas it falls on December twenty six
We’ll sadly mark the calendar to start it all over, and then
agonize until it’s Christmas time again.
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“Come Dance with Me”
Come dance with me the soldier said
To the beautiful lady dressed in red.
I’ll take you up to the stars in the sky,
And in unison our feet will fly.
We’ll dance on the clouds of fluff
I’ll hold you tight but loose enough
For you to twirl, or strut your stuff.
We’ll laugh as we remember our yesterdays
And our life together in so many ways.
We’ll smile about our children, all doing well
Who loved us deeply, and in our hearts will dwell
We lived our last days apart from those we love,
Hooked to machines we never dreamed of.
Until the time when in unison we decided,
There’s a better place where we’ll be undivided
Where we’ll soar above this earthly din
And dance in the heavens, for Him.
Deborah M Kelly Ó
2020
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Falling, falling into the void
Must be my journey to hell I thought
Nothing there except the paranoia
Through my own life I had brought
I trembled in fear at what was to come
I looked around for the fire
That was to consume me from the beyond
At the moment I expired
The only thing I saw were beings of light
Surrounding me but they did not touch
For my soul was in its own journey’s fight
To find the real truth as such
The fire did not come though my fears continued to wait
For surely God would throw me down
As my life wasn’t lived on the narrow and straight
So how could I expect a crown?
Then I saw how I treated every person I met
Through my own eyes and theirs
My prejudices I saw and and also my hate
And I cried out for my own life’s repair
Finally, I relaxed and felt the love
From the void that enveloped me
Looking up from the dark to Heaven above
I knew my soul was finally free
The lesson I learned from the dream so real
Is to treat all I meet as part of God
For the hate I send is the hate I feel
In this world and the world beyond.
©Deborah M Kelly 2023
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A person once said it has always
Been that way
Creating an illusion
Down here confusion on
Earth and
Fueling the emotion
Going with blind devotion
Hovering on a rift
Imagination adrift
Just because one read it
Killing our thoughts of who said it
Luring us into blindly following
More insanity and wallowing
Never to think on our own
Opting to live as a drone
Pouring out empty phrases
Quarreling through the ages
Recesses of our mind
Simply being blind because
Those who said it also
Understood our pettiness and
Verified our weaknesses
Watched their will seeping where
Xanax will be the answer because of
Yellers ceaseless banter
Zzzs are all that’s left to say.
© Deborah Kelly Aug 2021
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So many times we hear it
But choose not to believe it
So very hard to conceive it
So we let it go.
We watch during visits brief
And satisfy our minds with relief
Though their faces are filled with grief
Mirror the thoughts of “I told you so”.
We pat the hand so small and frail
And ignore the face which always tell
If our hearts would only listen well
Of their inner fears and woes.
When life is long and they decline
We shake our heads and then decide
To place them out of sight and mind
And about our business we go.
Until one day when in a chair we sit
As others come for a brief visit
To pat the hand so small and frail
But ignore the face that always tells
Til out the door to their life they go
And leave us sitting in a world of woe.
© Deborah M. Kelly
07/2010
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YOU said:
"the one who seeks finds."
YOU wove the tapestry of the world in unimaginable beauty so that our minds cannot comprehend a single piece of the power that took to do it.
YOU spoke worlds into being and our places in it.
YOU gave us life.
YOU gave us ability to do or undo what YOU did, and when we messed up this beautiful tapestry beyond a shadow of its former state, YOU took us gently into YOUR being and allowed us to try and make it better.
YOU gave us Courage.
If YOU only feel LOVE, does any of what we do on this earth really exist, for if it does, does it also seep into your being and bring what we know as pain to YOU, or does YOUR LOVE transcend that because it is not real?
Is this world a fluid dream, and all that is happening a part of the dream?
Are we safe in HEAVEN with you, and if so, why would we chose to have a dream so filled with hate, destruction, and unimaginable pain, then resist awakening from it?
YOU gave us Choice
If YOU do not allow horrific things to affect YOUR children, then we, in our selfishness, must be doing it to ourselves. Therefore, we can also undo it.
YOU gave us Clarity.
Oh, sorry, now I know FATHER. Thank you for listening.
Deborah M Kelly
July 2021
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I looked at my Mom in her 60’s and mused
I have 30 more years that’s unused
Before those wrinkles start to show
In this smooth face gazing from the mirror
Smug in my sureness
Yet also showing my immatureness.
I looked at my mom in her 70’s and again
Believing I had 20 more years in my brain
Even though I now see a wrinkle or two
Brushing it aside was my error
Time did not wait for me
Then she was suddenly eight three.
This time I only had years ten
Before I would considered myself old
But when did all those wrinkles descend
And dreams border on terror?
Then I remembered my soul’s true direction
Age and death are just a preview
Beyond the vail we live in blissful perfection
Where everyone’s soul is once again new.
©?Deborah M Kelly 2023
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