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Linda Eide Poem
Snow
Drifting slowly
In the night’s darkness
Stars play hide and seek
With the falling flakes
Sailing down city streets
We hold hands
Two strangers who found each other
To share a moment of our lives
Snow
The white of new promises
Soft as a pillow
For my head
Sleep and dream
Of blue skies and sunshine
Tomorrow
Yesterday’s memory
Joy light as a feather
Falls from the heavens
We laugh embrace
Say I love you
In the newly arrived day’s light
Copyright © linda eide | Year Posted 2024
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I am the lost one
Wandering from city to city
Street to street
Like a leaf adrift on the sea of life
Once someone loved me
And gave me a name
Now I have become nobody
I want to say look at me here I am
We don’t have to talk I know you’re busy
Smile nod your head
I need to know I am still alive
Not just a ghost walking briefly through your day
The nights are cold, but the stars keep me company
I tell them my story and they listen
The darkness keeps my secrets
I do not like the sun
It takes the shadows away
Leaving me no place to hide
Too many eyes can see me in daylight
I prefer walking at night
Amid the solitude spun like a web
Under the trees
Once upon a time I wasn’t lost
I had a home clean sheets friends and family
Never understood how I lost myself
Is there anyone looking for me?
Copyright © linda eide | Year Posted 2024
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And the time came
For the little black cat
To step into the night
Where she found stars shining brightly
The moon in her silver splendor
Hanging on the dark velvet of the sky
Like a precious jewel
She wandered down the street
And thought of the stories
Hiding behind closed doors
Saw dreams floating like a mist
Over the city
Even the flowers were sleeping
Like shadows in the silent gardens
Where are you going little black cat?
The wind whispered
I am off to see the world
Around the corner
Over the bridge
The world is big and far away
Answered the wind
I will come with you
Yes of course answered the cat
But haven’t you seen the world many times
That I have little friend
And I have many stories to tell of what I saw
To share with you
As we go on our way
Copyright © linda eide | Year Posted 2024
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Is there really such a thing
As a life smooth as the sea in moonlight
No storms to darken the heavens
No sorrows to break a heart
Is it possible I wonder?
When sleep is elusive
And tomorrow too far away to be real
Do all stories have a happy ending
And Prince Charming rescues the fair damsel
I gaze out the window
There is not much else to do
At midnight in a house filled with ghosts
And too many memories
Why do I cling to the hope
I will escape the evil ogre hiding in the attic
I am no longer a child
Who believes in dreams and promises
Hope refuses to die
I wait for the sun to come up
And play with the flowers in my garden
Maybe this is the day
My prince will come to rescue me
And take me away to his castle in the sky
Copyright © linda eide | Year Posted 2024
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I love you
Dear one I write you tonight
From a faraway land to say I love you
And I miss you more than words can say
Somewhere in the darkness I hear guns being fired
And I know someone is dying alone
In a muddy field
I wonder if tomorrow
Will be my day to die
Late at night when I can’t sleep
I dream of home
Mother’s garden and your angel smile
My father waits to play checkers
And I can smell the turkey cooking in the kitchen
Darling, I want to be home
With those who love me
Not in a strange land
Filled with ghosts
These words are all I can give you
Please try to understand them
Promise me that if I am lost
In this war I never wanted to fight
You will find me
I want to lie beneath our lilac tree
Hear the birds singing
Feel the breeze whisper in the grass
I love you
Copyright © linda eide | Year Posted 2025
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My God, my God why have you forsaken me?
Lord with your hands
You created me
Placed love in my soul
And beauty in my heart
I come to you today
Shattered into a million pieces
Filled with fear and pain
Where is the road back to you?
I wait for your voice to guide me
And find only silence in answer
To my cry for help
My Lord my Lord why have you abandoned me
In my hour of need
The darkness grows around me
Even the stars hide their faces
Are you there Lord?
Can you hear me?
I am a small part of your universe
Did you forget me?
The wind rises
Here I am a voice whispers
Here I am
I turn and see him
A man sitting on a park bench
Smiling as if he knows a secret
I have heard your cry he tells me
Here I am, what can I do for you?
On that night when all seemed lost
I sat on a park bench with the Lord
Creator of the universe
And knew I was someone’s beloved
He came to me as a smiling man
To tell me I was his treasured child
All was as it should be
All would be well
Copyright © linda eide | Year Posted 2025
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The call of the sea
I walk alone
Amid the crowds
Of unsmiling grim-faced people
And dream of turning into a white bird
And fly away
From the noise surrounding me
I hear in my heart
The call of the sea
Quiet under the moonlight
I want to see each star
Shining in the night sky
And know peace
Even as cars rush by
In their hurry to get nowhere
I ask myself
If there is a magic word I can learn
To turn myself into a white bird
Flying over a sea
Bathed in silver moonlight
Copyright © linda eide | Year Posted 2025
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Can I come home now Jesus?
It seems I’ve been away a long time
I got lost you see
All the roads looked the same to me
And the lights were never so dark and cold
As when you weren’t there at my side
Can I come home now Jesus?
I’ve been very lonely without you
There was no one to listen to my stories
Or share my tears when I was sad
I don’t know if you noticed Lord
But your world is not very friendly
For the poor you loved so much
Can I come home now Jesus?
I can’t promise to be perfect every day
Or to remember to give thanks for your blessings
Occasionally you’ll shake your head
And wonder about me
Or why I got into such a mess
When you were there waiting to help me
How could I forget the heavenly Father’s
Enduring love for me?
And when I do come home Jesus
May I leave behind the fear that haunts me
The voices telling me I am worthless
The past that lives in my todays and tomorrows
May I live your promise of peace and love
When you open your arms
And welcome me hom
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A mother’s grief
I never wanted you to go to war it was your father’s idea said it would make you a man to be away from me cut the apron strings he said. You were my baby boy wrapped in a grown man’s body mine after so much waiting and now I had to say good-bye with a smile on my face and tears filling my heart. I didn’t speak to your father for a week after you left but then I realized he missed his boy too, only he had to hide his sorrow wouldn’t do to let me think he was weak. We lived for your letters but after reading a few I said he could have them they felt as if a stranger were writing them. I wanted to believe it when you said you were safe that the fighting always took place far from where you were, but I read the newspapers, and they told a different story. At night when the house was too quiet, I could hear you crying, for me could feel the cold and the mud where you slept and your fear as if I were at your side. Then the boys from the village, those who went with you, started to die and I realized I shouldn’t wait for you anymore, you were not coming back to me. Instead, I turned to the past and the little boy who lived in my memories. The day they came to tell me you were dead was such a beautiful day I knew you were smiling at me from heaven. How could you be gone when I felt you near me wherever I went? We had a funeral for you a bugler played the last post, and I knew I should cry so people would know I mourned my boy but not a tear fell. I couldn’t let anyone see how much I missed you. There’s no reason for the days to come around anymore. I want to be with you, but it seems I must stay here a bit longer. The house is silent. Your father and I have nothing to say to each other. Whoever invented war did not have a son to be left behind while life for some reason kept on going with nothing left in it.
Copyright © linda eide | Year Posted 2024
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Emi is a little black cat
Who knows quite a lot
For instance, she learned one night
That angels hang stars in the sky
The moon is made of catnip
And trees tell stories
When the wind whispers in their branches
Emi knows
That sunshine was made to tickle
A kitten’s belly
And grass makes a soft carpet
For tired paws
If you promise to keep a secret
She will tell you that Pocko
Is in love with Maisie Cat
Norman ate the last ice cream cone
And Moo hid the red ball under the bed
Emi knows about birds
And wishes she could fly like her friend
Jack Robin who comes for a visit every afternoon
To eat worms and share stories of his travels
There’s Maggie Magpie and her family
Who come for tea and a bit of gossip
When Emi is lonely
She is indeed a wise cat our Emi
Who knows quite a lot
Copyright © linda eide | Year Posted 2024
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