She hath wings

Learning to soar above life's storms

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I am a wife and mother of three beautiful children. I love to write, do craft, cook, visit the beach, shop, go for walks in picturesque places, play music and sing.
  • Getting Comfy

    Getting Comfy

    Isn’t it joy beyond words,

    When the guard is let down,

    And smiles brim with love?

    True friendship of the lasting kind;

    Time never enough.

    Muscles relax as words fall like snowflakes-

    Gentle and inviting,

    Lighthearted and fun;

    Silence no longer the undesirable-

    Comfy enough.

    A longing to be known more deeply than before-

    Stories untold,

    Layers peeled back,

    Comfortable, vulnerable, open hearts

    Diamonds cut.

    © M. Patterson 2.6.2025

    The last line of this poem refers to the old saying “True friends are like diamonds, precious and rare…”

  • Tomorrow

    Tomorrow

    It’s hard to keep showing up

    My smile, glued to the shattered pieces;

    Like a mirror, never again,

    Will it ever be the same,

    And all the while, my eldest stony;

    Running me out of town,

    In his thoughts

    His words and actions;

    Every day a war zone-

    Never quite sure if he’s friend or foe,

    Striving to protect little children

    Listening ears

    Fragile hearts

    Struggling to hold it all together.

    Sandcastle crumbling

    Through my fingers

    Moments of joy suddenly smashed-

    Like a gust of wind bringing waves.

    I sit helpless and forlorn

    Robbed of the joy my toddler brings,

    Yet anxious for my teen-

    He would rather be alone.

    How he misses tears that fall;

    He doesn’t see me limping back

    To pick up the shells,

    The bucket, the spade-

    I’ll come back again

    And build tomorrow.

    © M. Patterson 6.5.25

    Inspired by the children’s book ” Grandpa and Thomas”

  • You Are More

    You are more than the tiny box they put you in-

    More than the insults that crippled your soul-

    You chose to stay- you chose to repair,

    But those pieces weaken when repeatedly glued.

    Your life now a mosaic of “has been” and “might have been”-

    Dearly treasured and

    Deeply painful-

    Mixed media-  an unfinished piece;

    There’s a brighter morrow coming soon;

    It urges you onward and hurries you back;

    You will not listen to their lies-

    You need new wings-

    As long as you soar,

    Your wings can’t be clipped…

    Fly away now- flee to the mountains;

    Hide and build strength in the strongholds there;

    Help others who,  like you, have chosen to rise…

    Return to the nest to feed your young.

    © M. Patterson 2025

  • You Can’t Go Back

    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 move on without you and she didn’t pick up the phone;

    Living back then is costly because you find yourself alone.

    You can almost feel the warmth in your cheeks; he always knew what to say;

    You can hear the whispers of secrets untold, like it was yesterday.

    Yet look at all that you have become; you have moved into The Great Space-

    You can glance back then but you cannot return; the past doesn’t know your face.

    © M. Patterson 2025

  • Taking Off

    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

    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 takes time for day to replace the night.

    © M.R.Patterson 2.2.23

  • Little Beating Heart

    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 26.1.23

  • Wondering If You’re Breathing

    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-

    I couldn’t bear it at all

    If you have gone away;

    I wait impatiently

    Distracting myself till I know-

    I’ll always be grateful for you,

    Whether you stay or go.

    ©M. R. Patterson 9.12.22