by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 20, 2017 | Poetry
When I look in the mirror I see an old lady Starring at me. I agonize over Whether she Really likes me. Does she think Me silly I can’t see. But so want to tell her I’m happy She got to be an old lady Just like me! ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 21, 2016 | Look Back Friday, Poetry
Patrice Clarkson’s Blog In the hospital What’s the matter? They are busy and I lie here Can’t decipher all this clatter. Pain is deep But not a smatter Compared to those around. Want so dear not to be here Go home, I want to go home That is what’s the matter....
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 30, 2012 | Poetry
In the hospital What’s the matter? They are busy and I lie here Can’t decipher all this clatter. Pain is deep But not a smatter Compared to those around. Want so dear not to be here Go home, I want to go home That is what’s the matter. Looked in the...