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Poems By Edna M. Davis

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This is a wonderful collection of poems by Edna M. Davis, a PeaceClinic member. Edna also has had a book of her poems published, called "From the Heart of a Woman".
 
 
Heart Of A Woman
 
A woman keeps her secrets
Hidden deep within her heart
She can safely hide her dreams
From the outside world
Protecting her deepest thoughts
Even when she wants to share with the world
Part of her keeps watch with an analyticial mind
Jealously guarding her heart
Frequently she rules from a fountain
Of emotions and feelings
Disseminatimg information as she wills
She watches with pride her family
Empowered by traditions and customs
Handed down from generations
Of mothers and grandmothers
It's from the heart of a woman she freely gives
Love and compassion and empathy
Yet retaining her uniqueness
From the heart of a woman
She is who she is
She is who she has become
Uniquely
Without apology
One of a kind
 
 
TEARS OF A BROKEN HEART

I cry the tears of a broken heart
I cry for all the children of the world
Who have no one to cry for them
No one wants them after all

Throw-away-children - - - so they're called
Not exactly perfect you know
Just a little blemish or two
Really nothing that shows

Every little sister and brother
Arms intertwined
Standing in a huddle
Protecting each other

Dark eyes so haunted
Their little faces hopelessly bleak
Reflecting horrors you wouldn't believe
They're not able to speak

They wear rags full of holes
Shoes with no soles
So filthy and tattered
Their little bodies so battered

Round little bellies that only know
The hollow sound of gnawing hunger
Hunger fills their every moment
They're not afraid of any danger

Little minds going to waste
All the people in their haste
Rushing by --- they don't see
The likes of you and me

You might look at them in disgust
Who are these children you might ask
Even as you mutter under your breath
One of these children is close to death

I cry the tears of a broken heart
I cry for all the children of the world
Who have no one to cry for them
No one wants them after all

Who are these children
They belong to me
I created them
I, said God
 
 
This next poem is dedicated to Carol,  a reserve Air Force major also a dedicated and caring  RN at a VA clinic.
 

THOSE WHO SERVE

There are those who live to serve

And those who serve to live

There are those who take and never give

There are those who kindly say

What can I do to help?

I' m here for you

Those words are more precious than gold

Reaching out to touch a thousand souls

Never thinking of themselves

Never considering the extra time or

The long hours away from home

There are those who

Selfishly find excuses saying

I can' t

There are those who go beyond

The expected, the predictable

Who stand tall in the unforeseeable

Forces of nature and man

There are those who give all they have

Reaching deeper and finding within

The hidden reserve of strength

Continuing in the face of overwhelming

And sometimes unreasonable demands

Providing reassurance, comfort and consolation

To those who need assurance and solace

Encouraging words softly spoken

A smile which say s you re not alone

I m here to help you

Words more precious than gold

Touching a thousand souls

For this, Carol, and so much more

I celebrate your spirit of giving

Caring for all the lives you touch

Smiling, laughing, sharing

Touching a thousand souls

   

BARREN SOULS

Strange how life becomes a series
Of mass confusion twist and turns
We soon learn to spurn
And manipulate our destiny
Searching to be free
We love then we hate
What once we might have embraced
Rejecting all that's good
Wearing smiles for decoration
Choking on free expression
Since we're in charge of our destiny
Life has no guarantees
We hurt so much
Crippling what we touch
For our sanctimonious ways
Someone has to pay
Seeking sanctuary in glass towers
Who then hold the power
For deliverance of our barren souls
Before our bodies grow cold

DISAPPOINTMENT

Some days are filled
With excitement and expectations
Of good things to come
In a heartbeat
Dreams and hopes lay destroyed
Just look around
See the shattered pieces of my dreams
Lying on the ground
Scattered about my feet
I should be accustomed to it
I never am
It always hurts
It hurts a lot



MOONLIGHT AND SHADOWS

The silvery moon shining on the snow

Made its own lighted path through the dark

What woke me up I m not sure

Maybe a sound from the quiet outdoors

Or the soft squeak of the bare wood floor

Can t see out - ice on the windowpane

Eyes wide open - can t see a thing

Thought I dreamed about angel wings

Dancing shadows in the hall

They re not mine at all

Silence creep about the house

No light except moonlight

Don't need a lantern it s so bright

Walking softly to the door - open it a crack

I m scared to my toes for it s courage I lack

Suddenly clouds cover the moon

Behind me I softly hear

It ll be over soon.

Momma! I screamed, don't you dare

Make me go out there!

All she was Nothing to be afraid of

Ain' t nothing going to hurt you, love

Then she pushed me outside

And slammed the door

Oh I knew I was going to die

But I knew right then I bet I could fly

Hurriedly I looked around

And before I changed my mind

Off I was with a single bound

I made a mad dash

Down the moonlit path

There in the snow there were signs

All those dark shadows coming alive

Yelling an screaming

I woke the neighborhood

Lantern lights were shining bright

Shadowy people stood

As quite as mice

As I closed the door

To the old

Outhouse

 

IS THIS ME?

 I look in the mirror and I don't recognize
The old woman standing before me
 Wrinkled, gray, dark circles under dim cloudy eyes
 Who is that woman staring back at me
 Once proud, standing tall and straight
 Slowly she shrinks away from her reflection
That's not me - she says to herself
 Is that what other's see

 

"DAY IS DONE"

As each precious soul

Quietly slips away

To a place we don t know

Heads bow in silent pray

Angels around us illuminate

The path to Heavens door

All the tears we shed

Carry blessings all the more

As we gathered round her bed

Cherished memories fill our heads

We held her hand and said good-bye

Her last breath a little sigh

One by one we shared

Tales we heard as children

She used to kiss our pain away

Our broken hearts would mend

Together we reverently pray

Now that her day is done

Her work - we carry on

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 



 

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