The Love of A Child
The love of a child is uncomplicated,
Simple and beautiful like a crooked
Misspelled Valentine kept for years.
Older children often find the simple emotions hard to show.
When I die I want to take with me this simple kind of love as far as I go.
Accept everything that comes our way,
Accept in faith that ultimately it will be for our good.
REALITY
I have seen much more than you,
Gone places you have never been,
Seen the motion of the men's minds
And the wonders locked within.
I have heard much more than you,
Spoken with of hate and ugly sin.
Heard of love and peace and joy
In voices of the wind.
I have felt much more than you,
The sorrows of my kind,
Known the feelings of the dead,
Also known their peace of mind.
Yet I know now much less than you,
Things I can't feel, hear or see.
For my world's the one of make-believe
And your world is reality.
MARRIAGE
Marriage is a blending and merging,
with each one willing to give up his or her own private world in order to build a sort of combination world.
Hurts and work and struggling are some of the elements that fuse a marriage.
Reckless impulse is the birthright of youth when balanced with maturity and learned wisdom makes a rounded life.
CHANGES
Don't like change?
Strange.
For change is almost another name for life itself.
Looking back I see I have loved places too much and people not enough.
A story is a groping attempt to make a new world.
Heaven grows out of doom endured.
Books and stories wind themselves throughout my whole existence
and have become a thread of joy through the long tedious business of living.
Parents always try to give their children what they themselves have lacked.
Three most necessary ingredients for happiness:
To be delighted to the utmost by any sight or sound of beauty...
A keen sense of humor...
And a humble love for God and man.
Lonely Longing
I have walked at dawn along the shore
And cast my thoughts upon the sea.
It waved and rolled them back to me...
With only lonely longing.
I cast them out beyond the wave;
The sea then tossed them on the rocks
And sprinkled them along the docks...
With only lonely longing.
I threw them in the mist of storm
To where I thought the sea was warm;
But they were crushed beneath the sand
And came into my salty hand...
With only lonely longing.
Now at eventide I wait;
The sea has calmed to meditate.
I watch the foam bring
My thoughts into a shiny dream.
And they don't hurt like they once did
But they don't hide where they once hid.
The open sea has calmed my heart
And given me a morning start.
So when as ever I've the need
I'll cast my thoughts as with a seed,
Into the endless ocean air
And walk away without a care.
Yet who can know, or ever will,
That though the sea be wild or still
It's all and even part of me,
The calm or waving, roaring sea...
That's all my lonely longing.
by...Mary Cooper (Sister-in-Law)
Dedicated to Cheryl Cooper at her funeral
untitled - (suspect this not by Cheryl)
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond's glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
When you see a rainbow in the sky
Remember me, I'll tell you why.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there.
I did not die.
WINGS
A seagull rising thrusts the sky apart
In rhythmic motion, powerful and slow.
Who could see this and ever fail to know
A swift responding eagerness of heart?
And when dull shadows creep across the land
While through torn clouds a vista blue and bright
Appears, inviting strong wings to the light...
What earthbound spirit does not understand?
I watch, and hear a call from far and high!
Oh, aching need for wings to climb the sky!
Silent Thunder
The day steals quietly away
And night draws down the shades,
There is no sound as stars come out,
Or when the twilight fades.
No one can hear the pale, cold moon
As she drifts across the sky;
There never is a breath of sound
When clouds go sailing by.
The end of love, a shattered dream,
Play out their silent part,
And no one knows, nor can they hear
The breaking of a heart.
The Resolution
Stacks of dishes to be washed,
Kitchen scrubbing to be done,
The laundry needs to be hung out
So it can dry while there is sun.
Snaps and buttons to be sewed on,
Skirts and shirts to be mended,
Evening and supper time quickly come.
I know my work still isn't ended.
I could, I know, write that "Great Poem"
If just a few hours I could borrow.
Words ring, and sing, and rhyme inside of me,
I will, I must, I shall write them...tomorrow.
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