Now, let us speak of pain my friend
and all its presence once implied;
of how it made my mother bend
the long, sad years before she died.

And all its presence once implied
‘twas more than I could hope to bear.
The long, sad years before she died
all proved the start of scathing wear.

‘Twas more than I could hope to bear,
the rack was ne’ertheless my lot.
All proved the start of scathing wear
when father passed from heart’s fell clot.

Oh, the turkey was sublime
The dressing was extra fine
The yams were oh so yummy
When I stuffed them in my tummy
The potato salad was so great
As was the ham I'd masticate
The deviled eggs that I desired
Left me feeling so inspired
So chicken and dumplings I then ate
Piled them high upon my plate
The fruit salad was really divine
But the lemon pie I can't define
And as I sit here in major strife
I guess it's time to pay the price

This love that crept in unawares, 
established many hours, days, 
and years of thought
and energy inspired, 
that like a ball once thrown 
rolls on so far, 
encouraged creativity and verve,
gave visions, images and sheer delight,
allowed to go so deep 
its there to stay,
the heart just follows sheepishly,
it sings the old refrain,
it never fades 
like dawn and dusk,
that colours many skies,
it never dies. 

The ghost moon of autumn yet hovers in the west
While golden rays of the sun emerge in the east.
Celestial movements bringing in the tide,
Waves cascading upon the sandy beach collide.

Fresh breeze does a good day signify
And sea gulls happily dance in the sky.
A worker kneels and gives his thanks,
For good fortune as the new day embarks.

He is wrapped in the warmth of a new birth
Urged to go forth and toil upon the earth.
His iron blade turning the black sod over,
Then disked smooth into a brown velvet texture.