All I Wanted

There is no poet here today
no soul, no words, no rhyme.

I fear the poet’s gone away
to return perhaps in time.

For all I ever wanted
was to leave behind a trail.

Some proof that I had been here
For my children to unveil.

A legacy for them to find
one day when Mom is on their mind.

Great Escape

She’s found a place where she can hide
And when she’s scared she crawls inside
In there, she can escape reality
She goes there often on her own
To think or cry or be alone
Where no one can malign her misery.

She tried to hide within the room
But seekers flocked to fix her gloom
They’d find her under table, desk or shelf
And so she chose the only place
Where no one can invade her space
When she’s afraid she hides inside herself.

Retirement?

Retirement’s a someday goal
residing in our dreams
But doing nothing, as a whole
Is not all that it seems.

The wealthy live to travel ’round
the world, in stately manner
For them the oysters are abound
while the world is our banana!

Contained

Containers are meant to hold
The milk, until it’s gone
Once empty (and without regret)
We toss it and move on.
And so it is I wish to leave
Not wrapped in stately silk
Why preserve and forever grieve
A container without the milk?