Quick Note: The three poems below were written by my mother, Gayle L. Wilson. She asked me to add them to this book of poetry in hopes that she would get some feedback. So I am asking anyone who reads this to please leave their thoughts on each poem in the comments section. If you enjoyed the three poems please vote. Thanks. (The picture to the right of the screen is her.)
Tomorrows
Tomorrows, Tomorrows.
To many to count.
When do they end?
I want to break out.
But break out of where?
Where do I go?
Whom do I see?
Will they see me for me?
Tomorrows, Tomorrows.
Why can’t you slow down?
I need a rest.
I need to unwind.
If not for my body,
At least for my mind.
I hear glass cracking,
Boards breaking,
Wind howling.
Tomorrows, Tomorrows.
But as I stand still.
I hear nothing.
It's all in my mind.
Tomorrows, Tomorrows.
Tomorrow will you be kind?
If not for my body,
At least for my mind.
Written by, Gayle Lynn Wilson © 01-18-2004
America
America land of the free.
America for you and me.
Land of hope,
Land of dreams.
Land we bare fruit,
Land we die in.
What happened America?
Are you getting weak?
Where is all our hope, our freedoms, out dreams?
What happened?
Who broke your heart?
Will you someday be the land that fell apart?
Miss Liberty is still standing with tears in her eyes.
The torch she’s carrying,
Is to heavy and as she looks around,
America is falling and she cries.
But America,
Lady Liberty is still standing strong.
No one will make her fall.
No one will do her harm.
She holds America.
Her heart holds our freedoms.
She is standing for our labors.
Take a bow to Miss. Liberty.
Written by, Gayle Lynn Wilson © 01-18-2004
Stars In Heaven
How many stars are in heaven?
How long have they been there?
As long as we have or longer?
What do you represent, stars?
Are you our hopes and dreams?
Our night and day?
Our happy and sad?
Or are you there to light our way?
Did God put you there for a reason?
To give us hope?
The pretty highway of stars in heaven are so bright.
Do we visit each one when we die?
Or just keep on passing you by?
Little lights of hope, to remind us to pray.
Because God is real and not far away.
Does a star’s light go out for each one of us that die?
And does a new star light up with each birth?
The heavens represent earth,
Stars are the people.
When we all leave here,
We each will shine,
With our own shining star.
Written by. Gayle Lynn Wilson © 01-18-2004
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Poetry Of Mae
PoetryA collection of poetry created by me, Melody Wilson (SecretMae). The poetry in this book is of different genre's and was wrote with compassion. All poetry herein are my original works and is under copyright. Each poem is entered as a new chapter fo...
