Mother’s Day
‘A Walk Among the Brushes’, Christine McNeill-Matteson
AGATHOS, Volume 8, Issue 2 (15): 103-109 © www.agathos-international-review.com CC BY NC 2017
Run
A run,
thoughts come
and go…
the steps not fast,
not slow…
I listen to crickets,
birds and such.
To rustle in the trees
sun’s warm touch…
I measure my distance,
from tree line to tree.
I measure my fatigue
and I talk to me.
I pray some, and sing
and listen some more.
My thoughts ramble
trains on the track…
I am soon done,
I am almost back.
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Run
I ran today and as I did
I notice the beauty before me.
My thoughts wandered to those
Who are sick and passed
I prayed no longer will be!
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The Bear My Window
My bear is in the window
So everyone can see at last.
It is to bring smiles on little
Ones faces as they pass.
Everything is scary
Everything has changed.
I do not go to school
My schedule rearranged .
No one plays on the play ground
No one comes over any more.
The house is quiet and we stay
At home, no one at the door.
Everything is scary,
I do not understand why.
My Mom and Dad just hold me
they let me come to cry.
Everything is scary, I hope this goes away
My bear will guard and protect me
And tell the scary ” you cannot stay.”
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