ME and YOU

People wish they were more like us

Instead of praise they act jealous

Maybe because we DO more than we talk

Bothersome to many, so they ridicule and mock.

Mother-daughter relationship was put through the test

Only to experience nothing but the best.

Your artistic eye and inventive focused lens,

Creative juices will flow from many inspired pens.

Collaborative imagination from there to here

More talent than them; that is their fear.

No college degrees or fancy awards,

No certificates hanging from bulletin boards

Just using our gifts to the best of our means

I write the words while you create scenes.

She's No Saint

She’s no Saint

Crumpled and discarded,

Cast aside like a piece of trash

Hair disarrayed and tattered,

Clothes over-sized, secured with a sash.

Insignificance illuminates from the eyes deep inside dark holes,

Her lips curl over yellowing teeth, searching for souls.

Thunder cracks overhead causing her to shudder;

Recollecting memories of being left behind, by her mother.

She shrugs it off, for there’s work to be done

A new day of reckoning has finally begun.

Things of the past have been laid to rest

Voices in her head urge it’s for the best.

As rain pelts her face and stings her cheek

She struggles to take cover, but her legs are weak.

What became of her life she wonders?

While rain pours down and the sky above thunders.

Over the rainbow someday she’ll be,

Away from the drama and hagiology.