Blame Andrew Ceroni for this one - he suggested the title on the Authors Round Table and this poem popped out. It is now included in Green Living, Sacred Life (Capall Bann) a forthcoming book coauthored by Tye Jamie Coxston
AN AFTERNOON WITH KATHERINE
When Katherine came to see me It was a pretty day. The sky was bright as birthday eyes, It was a time for play.
When Katherine came to see me It was a special time. We sang along to made up songs That didn't really rhyme.
When Katherine came to see me She did not stay for long. One afternoon was all we had, They said she was not strong.
When Katherine came to see me, She did not tell me why. I did not ask her to explain - I knew this was goodbye.
The next time I saw Katherine She was as still as stone. They’d put her in her party frock, Her hair was neatly combed.
They carried out her casket And laid her in the ground; But sometimes when I’m all alone, I feel she’s still around.
Now I am old and fading, She's waiting at the door. She’ll take my hand and off we’ll run To play for evermore.
"It was a pretty day.
The sky was bright as birthday eyes,
It was a time for play."
You got my full attention with these verses, Susan. Well done! Love and peace. Regis
~*~ Susan, Oh my... how tender and etherial at the same time! Lyrical! Heart~rending... yet hopeful of future meeting in Spirit... {the celtic~pagan SummerLand, perhaps?} Physical life is a precarious as a droplet of water clinging to the edge of a lotus leaf. This fate too, is looming over me, as it does all. ~*~
Cryssa
I have enjoyed the reading of "An Afternoon With Katherine".
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
The sky was bright as birthday eyes,
It was a time for play."
You got my full attention with these verses, Susan. Well done! Love and peace. Regis
~*~*~*~ ShivaNi SaNnYaSiNi ~*~*~*~