Matriarch- Revised

Your limbs tremble in the wind.
Extending and reaching out-
like a mother for her child.

Queen Anne's Lace

White flowers tower above me,
and it fills me with peace.
The green grass lies below me,
and I know I am safe.
Nature above me,
and nature below me.
I am surrounded by color.
Just like the pure white flower
under the sunrise.

Easter Poem

Holy Thursday

We sing Latin in the dark,
and the Tabernacle is carried out.
The singing stops, and silence
fills the room.
This solemn service, a reminder
of what was done to save us.
He died so that our sins
can be forgiven
and that we can live
eternally in Heaven.

American Sonnet

Spring Sonnet

The snow falls white, surrounding us in cold.
We all wish the harsh winter will end soon.
The darkness drowns our frigid spirits-
shorter days bring tired attitudes.
This season brings grey skies and grey spirits.
My body shivers as the wind hits me,
and I just wish for spring flowers to bloom.

But winter is not everlasting-
the sun's rays peek out from behind the clouds.
There is hope of seeing green again.
The birds will chirp and fly through the sky,
and nature will start anew again.
Trees will have leaves and flowers grow petals.
With spring, there will be colors again,
and with spring, there will be happiness.

Villanelle: REVISED

The In Between

Is there something between heaven and hell?
Or is it black and white- no middle grey?
A place for believers, but those who fell.

When the Catholic church rings its mighty bell.
Is St. Peter going to make us stay
In the region between heaven and hell?

The intense burden of a soul to sell,
of whether or not I will find my way-
A place for believers, but those who fell.

Purgatory is not an endless cell,
it won't require an eternal stay.
There is something between heaven and hell.

We have not fallen under Satan's spell,
God won't allow us to be in his play.
Believers will go, as will those who fell.

We have to believe that all will be well.
God will call us to be with Him someday.
We will go in between heaven and hell.
We will be believers, and those who fell.

For Bailey:

Your fluffy tail will no longer wag;

no more dog treats buried in blankets.

Our summer walks, and car rides-

ended too soon. 

A dog's love is better than most.

Assignment for 3/2

He returned home, to a silent house
wrapped in darkness, late at night.
He thought everyone had gone
to sleep, dreaming peacefully in their beds.
His wife and niece, safe and sound, home and warm.
So to bed he went, content with the day.
He awoke the next morning, to eerie
silence. A shudder ran through him.
His wife lay still next to him,
dead. Panic sparked through him;
he ran to his niece to see if the same fate
greeted her. He turned his head away from
the gruesome scene before him.
His wife and niece, murdered at home.
The murderer left the bodies as they
were, sleeping in their beds,
which they thought were safe.
His family, slain under his roof.
He was supposed to protect them
from this terror- from this fate.