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Wendy Beaudoin Poem
She's the sparkle on the ocean
in the sunny summer's light
She's the diamonds on the snow
on a moonlit winter's night
She's the calm of the morning
before the world has come alight
She's as gentle as a breeze
on the quiet beach at night
She's the backbone of our family
for as far back as I recall
She's always patient, always cares
and always loves, most of all
She's so strong in her beliefs
as she's taught her girls to be
She's tough when there's a need
but it's gentleness I see
She always wears a smile
as though nothing makes her mad
She has a special giggle
how can anyone stay sad?
She's the closest thing to perfect
that I will ever see
If I live to be a hundred
I will never be like "SHE"
Copyright © Wendy Beaudoin | Year Posted 2007
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Wendy Beaudoin Poem
When we talk, he calls me Gal
and it always warms my heart
Especially when we're on the phone
cuz we're so far apart
I've never told him this
how much it means to me
That no one else has ever
used this warm metonymy
So tenacious all his life
In his ways he's very set
No matter what he does
It's right, on that you can bet
Do what you think is right
To us he's always told
Our decisions were always backed
My father's loyalty is GOLD
I hope he knows I love him
I tell him every time we speak
Don't ever quit calling me Gal
And I'll always kiss your cheek
Copyright © Wendy Beaudoin | Year Posted 2007
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Wendy Beaudoin Poem
It is my most special place on earth
and no one knows that but me
Who knows where this log has been
before it washed in from the sea
Did it rest of the shores of Alaska
or drift down from the Caspian Sea
Has someone else sat on it and wondered,
has it crossed the ocean just for me
I drag my toes through the sun-warmed sand
and watch baby crabs scamper over my feet
I'm daydreaming and yet I'm so curious
how I've come to nature's window seat
I think of my most treasured memories,
and of things that have ever made me cry
I wonder who else has sat on this log
and thought how life is passing them by
The smell of the ocean's salty water
and the blissful calm of the warm sun today
makes me remember a time oh so long ago
when our family often came here to play
I'm so sad but I know just how lucky I am
to have this special and wonderful memory
There's not a better place to come and think
than this weathered old seat by the sea
Copyright © Wendy Beaudoin | Year Posted 2007
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Wendy Beaudoin Poem
I wish that I could tell you
why I feel the need to cry.
Nothing matters, I just don't care,
I don't know why.
I guess I hate myself more
than anyone can know.
I know my family loves me
so I can never let it show.
I know it makes no sense
to any one but me.
I'm sad, I'm mad, I'm hurt,
I just wish I could be free.
If he only knew what
was in my heart, he'd know.
that no one is more disgusted,
he'd see why I'm so low.
The thing I look forward to
is going into the light.
I know then I'll be happy,
everything'll finally be alright.
I wish that I could be
the person you want me to be.
I just don't have the energy
to try to become a new ME.
I love my family more
than any of you will ever know.
My heart's just so sad
so of course it does't show.
I promise when I leave this world,
I won't be far away.
Just think of me and I'll be there,
every single day.
Sparkles on the ocean
and diamonds in the snow.
That's me with the angels
finally smiling, that I know
So don't be sad, I'll be happier
than I have ever been.
And soon we'll be together,
and all will be serene.
Copyright © Wendy Beaudoin | Year Posted 2007
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By myself, at the end of the dock
My place to think and be alone
Night is young, I wait for the stars
The first one I see, I call my own
The lake itself is almost asleep
it's waters becoming a dark mirror
Tiny little flutters of dragonfly wings
is the only sound that I hear
My dog's head softly on my lap
She senses what is in my soul
I love the feel of her gentle calm
It makes my heart feel whole
I close my eyes, I feel her warmth
My closest friend at my side
Loving me inspite of all my faults
Never uncomfortable when I've cried
The stars are now covering the sky
a sequinned cape of black
My private star shines like a beacon
Reminding me it's time to head back
We stand, I bend and hug her neck
She softly licks my hand
She knows I'm very much at peace
Which is exactly what she planned
Copyright © Wendy Beaudoin | Year Posted 2007
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