Some More Old Poems
Mothers
and never-ending smiles
They're there to sing and laugh and hold
with love longer than the Nile.
They chase away the boogeymen
and kiss away our pain
They lift us up out of despair
when our thoughts are all of rain.
See, a mothers smile
is as bright as a star
with warmth known of the sun
But despite everything that they do
their work is never done.
Mothers support us
with comforting words
as we grow into adults
And no matter what we'll ever do
They accept us and our faults
We're bound to stray again,
however harsh life's lessons are
But with our mother by our sides
We'll reach our goals,
we'll reach those stars.
1993 April Gray
Written for my [now former] mother-in-law.
For Love, For Life
The elves and fairies drawing nigh
Words of wisdom echo past
This land, called Peace, forever last.
Embrace me hard, embrace me long;
Keep me safe from all ill wrongs-
From thunder, rain and creeping things,
monsters, bullies, thieves;
No harm to me or those I love,
I bed of you, please keep.
1993 April Gray
Excerpt from Novellette in which children had been kidnapped, to be sold on the black market... they had given up on God and placed their faith on and retreated into a world of their own creation for the sake of their sanity.
Just Another
One of those was revisited four times, another twice:
Yet none were home.
It's been just another daily stepping stone
Through this roller-coaster ride we call life.
It's been just another daily struggle
Amongst cold-hearted people who can't give a damn
Or rather, won't.
It's been just another place to hole away
From the soullessness of the rest of the world
And with the rest of the worlds forgotten.
It's been just another day to cry,
just another day to die...
Just another day to give up on God and hope,
for God lives with the rich
and hope quickly withers among the poor.
06-02-97 April Gray
I was feeling incredibly bitter, as if you couldn't tell :D
God, Oh God!
in a sea of despair
My childrens crying
fills the air.
God forgive me,
but I wanna bash some heads
Their very appearance,
I'm coming to dread.
I wanna pull out my hair
and long to scream!
Motherhood...
It's seldom what I dreamed.
My darlin' and I
aren't as close as before.
Because of bad behavior
our relationship's been tore.
Going out is now impossible...
the cause is all the fights
between us and the young-ins
who refuse to do what's right.
Was this how I was
when just a wee tot?
Is this the very reason
My folks always fought?
Did I cause the rift
that's been between them so long?
What can we do
to stop going wrong?!
God, I love my children
All know that is true
But what, in Christ's name
is a parent to do?!
No, I don't regret my kids
I love them both.
For better or worse:
My solemn oath.
God, please help us to do what is right.
12-2-94 April Gray
Written after an exceptionally trying day with my boys. Thankfully, I keep my poems together and could quickly look back on the exaggerated poem "If anybody's out there" I had written against my parents!! I always look back on this poem with a humbled smile because the moment I wrote it, I knew what my parents went through had been no picnic lol