Red Granite Stone

Only a red granite stone marks where I lay
No words of love or wonder on it say
Who I was or if I had been loved
Soon lost to all but God's precious dove

Amongst the headstones of those long gone
I lay there quietly under that red granite stone
Soon any who knew of my birth
Will also lie quietly beneath the earth

Then only this red granite stone
will be here to say that I was born
No time to live, my life taken away
I died upon my first birthday

This red granite stone will always be
the only home ever known to me
An angel of God I will always be
Guardian of my family

© November 18, 2010.   M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved 

Metamorphisis

Bronze Trophy Winner AP Contest RFI Group

May fourth two thousand seven
a warm spring day I was in heaven
Healthy and alive that day
I took my grandchild out to play.

To the playground we skipped along,
singing our merry song,
Soon I forgot my age you see,
began to act like a child of three.
Then that came to a sudden halt,
as a sharp pain came like an electric jolt
Down I went on my knees and hands,
I now could not even stand.

From this day forth, my transformation came
so quickly it seems, came the cane.
From that to walker, now power chair,
skin and bones, and thinning hair.

Pills and pain now rule my days,
health is gone so far away.
I still remember that day in May,
when I could still go out and play.

But for...

A lonely old woman walks,
Slowly from her domicile,
Eyes flashing as a train passes,
Closely by the sacred grounds

No longer an ostrich with her
Head in the sand, she rises up
Proudly past an orgy of madness
Into the chamber as a chorus
Of indolence assails her senses.

She says, "Give me back my freedom"
Raising her cane and shaking it angrily,
"and to those who you ignore,
The pleas of the masses, only to
Give rise to indecency and deceit.

Drowning out the cries of the lost,
You who pass by those in rags,
On the streets in disgust. For it is
Said, "there but for the grace of God, go I"

Remember, those down-trodden, for if
You continue to ignore the cries of those in need
You may no longer have the grace of God, upon you.

Then she turned and quietly left,
smiling from the look of amazement and disbelief
upon the faces of the congressmen .

The Beauty Within..

THE BEAUTY WITHIN..

Maybe they wear glasses, or they've got crooked teeth
They may be fat and ugly, clumsy with two left feet.
Because you can't get past this to see what lies underneath

You're unable to really see the beauty in their souls.
They've qualities deep inside, much nicer than any of yours.
Your beauty's only skin deep, theirs goes through and through.

Sally she's artistic can draw the most beautiful scenes.
But she's got a lisp and she seems to slur her speech.
So you jeer and taunt her, and flaunt your looks supreme.

Your beauty's only skin deep, and you are oh so vain.
Selfish and self-centered, greed and lust your friend
One day you'll no longer be that beauty king or queen.

Bobby he's a bit overweight, but the stories he can write.
Can paint for you a wonderland of mystery and delight.
But you just ignore his words, and call him awful names.


While you grow old and ugly, their beauty will still shine
They've shared their hearts with everyone, inspiring the mind.
While you've only cared about yourself, selfish and unkind.

© M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved 

Never Dear

Never did you hear my cry,
nor did you ever see me try.

No first words, no first steps,
no temper tantrums or missteps.

No knowing whether I was a girl or boy,
or watching me grow, no tears of joy.

I'll never see your smiling face,
as I walk down the aisle with grace.

You'll never hold your grandchild near,
you'll never, ever hold me dear.

Love and Memories

The old quill pen is dipped in ink of blue,
while the old woman sips upon her brew,
as a tape plays softly in the air,
an older song called "Running Bear"

Ooo-gash-a-gow-ooo the rhythm goes,
as the old woman taps her toes.
In tune it seems to the drummer's beat,
she usually can't even move her feet.

Lost in time upon her porch
her sister writes letters of retort,
To her loved one long since dead,
though she still sees him in her head.

Here I sit upon my knees
watching this with reverency
As I prepare tonight's treat,
strawberries their favorite sweet.

I bow my head so they can't see
the tears that are flowing so free.
For I know soon will be their fate
gone from earth to heaven's gate.

I sit here watching quietly
as two old women whom I love,
bask in the sunlight while I kneel
down upon my knees
thanking our Lord
for giving me
these two ladies
to love every day.

As a tape of Sonny James
plays softly in the air
an older song
called "Running Bear"

Contemplation

As I had closed my eyes last night,
a flash of blue just caught my sight
Soon this had turned to shades of black
as shades of purple drew me back.

Then a rainbow came into view
a phantasm from reds to blues
Then a curtain began to fall
but an orb of light centered all

Soon the light a hue of blue
softened what then came into view
A flash of golden  on my right,
a smiling face came  into sight.

As I entered a dreamlike state,
colors blend to reveal my fate