My Mother
Sparkling blue, her old eyes shine
Few wrinkles for 99.6 years but
There was beauty of truest joy
Lines like a velvet rose petal
Childhood memories come and go
Her lace shawl covers her tiny shoulders
Mother Mona Lisa smiles
Her eyes held mine, so much enfold
Sitting beside her I am privileged
My mother, by birth,
My life all belongs to you
The gentlest sweetest voice says, "Yes dear."
She speaks of dreams, hopes and yesterdays
Today, tomorrow, I see your peace,
Love and joy of life,
Your sparkling blue eyes are memory.
© Yvonne Matheson December 13 2001
A Place Called Fossil Bluff
Huge stones stand timelessly
Guarding their charge
A place normal yet not
A place like and unlike any ever seen
Decorated beyond compare by nature but
Holding deeper meanings and stories
Ready to be told for those who but ask
Untouched except for the Tommeginer who
Hundreds of years lived here but respected it
Since then sheltering people
Comforting, teaching, sharing, with people
It knows what each person needs
They don’t need to ask
No one could ever know all this place holds
The place called Fossil Bluff.
© Jess Hyde, Wynyard High School
Humming Life
tiny letters fill my mind
little faces to look
and find silly sounds
drift away gently
flowing through
my day
© Dripping Ink (Lauren Hay)
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