When I Was Lost

When I was lost, nowhere to go She was there This I know. Holding still Sitting quietly next to me Not on a chair But a presence I could feel, I could not see. Quietly she spoke Her hand reaching out Caressing my spirit, my soul This being called Me. She told of...

All Three In A Row

All three in a row  Sitting, resting nowhere to go. Pleasant and mild  The height of haute style  Sitting, resting Certainly to be there awhile. Ah, doesn’t it make you smile.  ~ Patrice  © Patrice Clarkson – 2013