• My Poems

    The Patchwork Quilt

    “Dedicated to the Real Dr.Patch Adams

     

    We have might
    We have thunder
    He has a humble
    Healing hand
    Our pockets
    Are full of blunder
    His shoes
    Are full of sand

     

     

     

    He has
    No Wall of Glory
    To hang his framed “Did”
    But you will see him
    Minding pain, soothing fury
    At that poor; desolate shed

    He traded his years
    For a smile
    Of a recovering child
    We dug deep in our needs
    Went deaf to good deeds
    A call for help is coming,
    Everybody…run
    Find a place to hide

    He took blue sky
    For shelter
    Walked miles and miles
    To bring back laughter
    Climbed endless hills
    While we
    Worried about our galas
    And the morning after
    How far can we go
    On our treadmills

    Times are hard
    So start sharing
    Start caring
    And give him an ear
    Who knows?
    One day
    On the down side
    You will need him
    To heal you
    To wipe your painful tear

    We have might
    We have thunder
    He has a humble
    Healing hand
    Our pockets
    Are full of blunder
    His shoes
    Are full of sand

    One Response to My Poems

    1. September 8, 2011 at 10:33 am

      This poem offers so much insight. Women of substance don’t place material possessions over hugs and understanding. Wonderful poem!

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