Summer Sky

July 13th, 2011 by Linda Jenkinson
  • The Clouds lie in swirls
  • As if the Angels were molting
  • And the Night Hawks fly swiftly by them
  • As if trying to catch a little bit of Heaven

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Today She Won’t Be There

June 27th, 2011 by Linda Jenkinson
  • Today she won’t be there.
  • The woman, who captured your attention
  • Who sat on the edge of her chair
  • As she kept you on the edge of your seat
  • And talked for hours.
  • Whose flashing eyes reflected your smile.
  • Today she won’t be there.
  • The woman who engaged you
  • In witty repartee for hours on end
  • She has her own husband
  • And family
  • And friends.
  • Today you’ll look around and see
  • She won’t be there.
  • As I sat quietly in the shadows
  • And tried not to listen,
  • Tried not to see your smile.
  • All the while knowing
  • The worst had come to pass.
  • You no longer see me there.
  • Tomorrow you will look and see
  • The shadows will be as empty
  • As the bed I warmed so willingly.
  • You’ll seek this woman tomorrow
  • And tomorrow she won’t be there.

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To Nicki on Her Wedding Day

June 25th, 2011 by Linda Jenkinson
  • You were Monday’s child
  • Born fair of face.
  • As you grew
  • I hoped you’d find that special place
  • Where one day you’d arrive.
  • A place unknown even to you,
  • Hidden from a child’s view,
  • Alien until we’ve grown and
  • Forged a pathway of our own
  • Still, every moment time passed by,
  • As I shared your smile
  • Or dried your eye,
  • I thanked God you were alive.
  • Now grown,
  • A mother, too,
  • Guiding the life of another,
  • Who will one day
  • (A day all too soon)
  • Cast aside her frail cocoon
  • To become a butterfly.
  • You’ll marvel at the mystery
  • Of just how quick it came to be.
  • You’ll reach out for her
  • As she lets go.
  • In the bittersweet
  • You’ll know why,
  • Even as you celebrate today,
  • Your mother cries.

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