An Inspired Woman

Her strength inspires me

The woman I could never be

Faith weaved though a hard-fought life

Tears were swallowed not curdled by strife

A smile worn with a heavy heart

Though she was torn apart

She stayed and grew, in the end

It was her freedom she would win

Her family grown

Her life her own

She would finally reap, all she has sewn

For what she’s given was her best

I hope she leaves with no regrets

Though this woman, I could never be

Her love and strength are her legacy

I’m so grateful for her time with me

By, TJP

 

 

 

 

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Propriety

Propriety has its place

Do you have her take your name,

that you may save her grace

Your reasons must be deeper,

than to just avoid disgrace

A promise need not be written,

to be honored or erased

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Do you think you will still love her

As the ink that has recorded your love fades

Will you still hold her

When the paper that your commitment is registered on turns gray

Will your passion for your time together continue

After the signatures of declaration can no longer be read

Will you still kiss her

When the witnesses have all fled

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She wants nothing from you,

other than your say

And she will stand beside you,

no matter how dark the day

Her hope that you will be the one,

the light to show the way

For her choice to love again,

she will never have to pay

By, TJP

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spring Rain

The snows of winter

Melt into the rains of spring

Bringing with it the promise of new life

New hope

Our cold outer shells melt

With the warming temperature of the sun

We shed our layers

With new energy

The honking of the geese

Returning from their winter vacation

Giving voice to our excitement

Knowing it’s just a short time

Until picnics on the beach

The joy of cool water on hot skin

Long nights of friends

And bonfires

The smells of sweet

Pungent flowers floating on the air

And fresh-cut grass

Joyful shrieks and giggles

From the children

Freed from confinement

For just a moment we can pretend

All is right with our world

No loneliness

Or pain

Grateful for the simple pleasure

Of a spring rain

 

By, TJP