She hath wings

Learning to soar above life's storms

Category: poetry

  • You Can’t Go Back

    Have you ever spent an entire day, pining for decades gone by? Wondering if you were to dwell long enough, would those dear friends hear you sigh? Have you stepped back into highschool or taken a walk down twenties lane? Those ghosts are gone and living regrets heap pain upon the pain. He chose to…

  • Taking Off

    Three years of waiting- The day is finally here! Taking off and flying north To see those we hold dear. Children beyond excited; Their very first plane flight- Our gladness overflows – We will all sleep well tonight. © M. Patterson 28.2.23

  • When The Brick Wall Fell

    There were no options; peace unattainable- I was surrounded by layers of brick; Human ideas were not quite enough- No alternative for me to pick. Watching and waiting, I asked the hard questions, Pushed through each layer till I saw the light; I know in my heart some things are worth fighting for And it…

  • Little Beating Heart

    I wondered if it was all over- Worried sick that you were leaving. I was wrong. Beautiful little beating heart- Perfectly forming limbs – You go from strength to strength. A surprise when I had only a tiny plan- Your life brings us great joy. We wait with gratitude… Dear little beating heart. © M.R.Patterson…

  • Wondering If You’re Breathing

    I’m thinking of you now, Wondering about your name- Are you still here and breathing? So blessed the day you came! When will I see your face? Will I journey with you? Time marches on so fast; I wonder if you were true; An angel sent to me, When my days were dark and grey-…

  • When The Writing Wouldn’t Flow

    Tonight I tried to write a poem and all I could think of were the things I shouldn’t say. Sometimes it is in the process of writing from the heart that we realise how much pain we have stuffed down deep inside. Only when I wrote the unfiltered thoughts and discarded them could I find…

  • Caring Cats

    Do they park themselves next to you, keeping you warm, Or play with the pen in your hand? Do they meiow the house down when you put them to bed, Or distract you for hours, unplanned? Perhaps they greet you at the window, Or skid playfully across the floor- Do they curl up and clean…

  • To My Dad

    You weren’t always in agreement with me, But you were by my side; Serious when you needed to be, But always willing to chide. You worked long hours to keep us fed, Setting foot on many a shore- Oh how I wish that just for one day, You could come back through my door! You…