When Time Stood Still.
I sit in the arbor..it's half past midnight
but I cannot sleep tonight.
Somewhere between the pillows and blankets
sleep went into decline.
So I sit in the garden on this silent night
as the moon casts her spell on me one more time.
Flowers sway listlessy in the wind.... sleepy eyes drooping,
preparing once more to face another day.
Grotesque shadows stalk among trees and shrubs
eerie shapes....a silent display.
Stars in the skies twinkle and shine
the little stream trickles ....a melody divine.
I close my eyes and go back in time
for the present is still... time cease to exist
for me and mine.
So to the past I go...the future is not mine to know.
Back in my childood...that wonderful place where
play was my livelihood...innocence my defence
against all that was bad... the good I enjoyed.
Birds on the window sill...pigeons in the coop
chickens and rooster my friends on the stoep.
Picnics and camps and days on the beach
tempered by scolds and slaps
the way old folks teach ...the goals we must reach.
Keeping us on the path was their aim in life
to do so they chose the way they felt was right.
How quickly that time flew....a mother I became
joys mixed with sadness repeated again
watching little ones grow , toddle and smile
fills me with motherly pride.
Now all that has changed.... everyone's full grown
I thought it was the end...but that's not so.
Now grandchildren I have.....three girls ..eleven boys
to fill my days with laughter and joy
my companions in the daytime... they're my dreams at night.
Fulfilled I am and overly blessed
past trials in my life...were merely tests.
Copyright © Margaret Okubo | Year Posted 2007
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