(Death of a Parent)
by Cheryl Merrick
How can I say goodbye?
This is too soon.
I'm not ready to live
without you.
How can I go on
without your support?
You, who have unfailingly been there
loving and supporting me,
have left an emptiness in my life
where you have always been.
When I look into the mirror,
how can I not be filled with
reminiscences of you?
How can I not see reflected
the heritage you have given me?
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
A Candle
by Cheryl Merrick
Most flames join
the blazing hearth fire
adding to
its merry warmth,
But a few choose
solitary candlesticks
bringing light to even
the darkest night.
Most flames join
the blazing hearth fire
adding to
its merry warmth,
But a few choose
solitary candlesticks
bringing light to even
the darkest night.
Monday, November 11, 2019
A Poet's Longing
by Cheryl Merrick
In a quiet room with a comfy chair
and large windows overlooking the world,
I found my poet's heart.
Within is a craving to experience
the hours of intense focus,
and the exquisite beauty
in the flashes of inspiration
which connect me to the divine.
I long to be warmed
by the energy of creating,
and to, at last, enjoy that tender moment
when I gently hold my new insight lantern high
filling it with light and hope,
then watch as it slowly rises
to sparkle in the world's dark night sky.
In a quiet room with a comfy chair
and large windows overlooking the world,
I found my poet's heart.
Within is a craving to experience
the hours of intense focus,
and the exquisite beauty
in the flashes of inspiration
which connect me to the divine.
I long to be warmed
by the energy of creating,
and to, at last, enjoy that tender moment
when I gently hold my new insight lantern high
filling it with light and hope,
then watch as it slowly rises
to sparkle in the world's dark night sky.
Restricted or Nurtured?
by Cheryl Merrick
Feeling restricted
and concluding that my dreams
were being frustrated,
I begged to be freed.
If only I could get out more
and do the things
"normal" people do,
Then I would be happy.
Years passed
as I quietly sat in my home
longing to be out,
but occasionally,
when I'd be "out and about"
for a few days,
all I'd feel was an intense longing
to be still and rest.
Feeling restricted
and concluding that my dreams
were being frustrated,
I begged to be freed.
If only I could get out more
and do the things
"normal" people do,
Then I would be happy.
Years passed
as I quietly sat in my home
longing to be out,
but occasionally,
when I'd be "out and about"
for a few days,
all I'd feel was an intense longing
to be still and rest.
Monday, November 4, 2019
Being Me
by Cheryl Merrick
Looking through others' eyes,
I tried to be as they saw me:
"sweet little Sherry"
endlessly giving love and support;
the ever "busy homemaker"
rushing around nurturing everyone;
or the "friendly neighbor"
chatty and helpful.
Continuing my act,
I'd push myself
trying so hard to make myself into
what I thought others wanted and needed;
till, exhausted, my facade falls away
revealing a sensitive idealist
who thrives in those quiet moments
when I touch the heavens
and feel its power directing my words.
Looking through others' eyes,
I tried to be as they saw me:
"sweet little Sherry"
endlessly giving love and support;
the ever "busy homemaker"
rushing around nurturing everyone;
or the "friendly neighbor"
chatty and helpful.
Continuing my act,
I'd push myself
trying so hard to make myself into
what I thought others wanted and needed;
till, exhausted, my facade falls away
revealing a sensitive idealist
who thrives in those quiet moments
when I touch the heavens
and feel its power directing my words.
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