My Mountain

My Mountain 

He's always been like a mountain to me, 

Always there tall and strong, 

Forgiving me no matter what went wrong 

In his shadow was my haven, 

Even when naughty and misbehavin, 

In his arms he kept me 

Safe and sheltered from worldly harm. 

He's always been a mountain to me 

Allowed me to be me, be free, 

He's heard the moans of my strife

All through his life ,

I'm still in awe 

Though he knows me no more, 

Loving him is a joy not a chore 

The man mountain that is constant in my mind 

Remains with me still, 

Though now its harder to climb 

He'll always be my mountain, 

Submitted to Bluebell Book Short Story Slam where the picture was the prompt 

Baby Blues

I wrote this last year for Alhzeimers  Week for my causes Blog  Poetic Causes  where further  poems on this subject can be found 

Baby Blues 

Picture By Jinksy 

Baby Blues 

I look into those baby blues to see 

I see you but you see me 

in some refracted history 

Times misplaced,displaced ,

Some times erased ,misplaced!

I look into your baby blues, 

I miss the twinkle,

Replaced by well earned wrinkles

That sprinkle your ivory skin,

Somewhere inside you are still within. 

I look into your baby blues to see,

I see you ,how do you see me ?

Your child ? your carer ?

Your memory sharer ?

I search those baby blues 

In my heart,I know deep,deep inside. 

My mother still resides, 

Inside, she cannot hide, 

I know those baby blues !

Enduring Love

Enduring Love 

On the horizon where the land meets the sea ,

I see an angel beckon to you and me, 

But my heaven remains on earthly plains, 

I toast you my dear with natures champagne, 

Angels may beckon and call out my name 

Within me though burns a bright, bright flame, 

Burning bright and strong with love for you, 

Delving deep into your eyes of sapphire blue,

I see your memories of me are now diminished, 

But my love for you is never ending, enduring 

Never to be finished !

Margaret Bednar

Submitted to In Tandem  where art and poetry meet.