Celebrate Her

A tear slides gently down her cheek
Leaving a trail to mark its path,
Giving notice of her heart
Remembering years gone by.

She was a daughter
Born into a world full of hate,
Left alone to grow
Into a woman full of love.

Sister to three brothers
Allowing her to be herself,
Giving her room to bloom
Protecting her from harm.

A wife who was loved
Before it was taken from her,
Teaching her an injured heart
Will heal with time.

She is a mother
Full of undying love for her sons,
Support, Pride, and Encouragement
For what they have become.

She is grown now
Having survived half a century,
Living to the fullest
Loving and being loved.

Pat Sinclair 2010

Nothing

Before me are steps that lead the way
Climbing to nowhere,
Through mist of thought…
Toward nothing.

Before me is a doorway
Framing the unknown.
Suggestions of hope for more…
Still nothing.

Before me are stones
Placed to create a wall of silence,
Embracing my creativity…
Then nothing.

Before me are plants
Giving color to my reality.
Bringing dreams alive before fading…
Into nothing.

Before me is the way
To the unknown,
Before me is everything…
Yet nothing.


pat sinclair 2010