I’ll Finally Be There

I guess I look like a bag of bones
skin’s all wrinkled, my eyes just stare.
I sit so still, hardly moving at all
quiet as a mouse in my old wheelchair.
Inside my head memories come and go
I try to think does someone care?
I’m all alone, no family left
the end must be near, I better prepare.
There must be a place
where my friends have gone
I know it’s not here, but not sure where.
My eyes can’t see, but my heart will know
when I’m gone from the nursing home
I’ll finally be there.

Poetry and Art by Patricia Walter 2007 ©

There’s a sunnyside of darkness
beyond the black of night
a place to feel some comfort
where everything feels just right.
It’s not found by looking
or call on the phone
it comes from inner faith
knowing you’re not alone.

Poetry and Art by Patricia Walter 2008 ©

Life Changes

Life changes
goes up and down
you never know
until it comes around.
We try to smile
thru good and bad
depend on friends
to keep away sad.
The journey is long
the road is rough
faith and hope
will be enough.
don’t waste a day
in anger or regret
keep joy in your hear
your needs will be met.

Poetry and Art by Patricia Walter 2009 ©

Do You Ever Feel Sad?

Do you ever feel sad on a rainy day
the gray old clouds just feel that way.
The sun doesn’t shine, the sky is dark
the birds aren’t singing, the dogs don’t bark.
The flowers are droopy, look a little beat
not bright and shiny, nice and neat.
Your heart feels heavy, a little down
not much of a smile, almost a frown.
But there’s always hope, the sun will shine
the sky will clear, just a matter of time.
don’t feel blue as the drops fall down
they make a promise as they hit the ground –
the clouds will part, the sky turn blue
things will be fresh to start anew.

Poetry and Art by Patricia Walter 2001

Each Day is New

Black or white, grey or clear
There’s no denying there’s something to cheer.
Each day is new, a blank chapter in the book
opportunities will be – everywhere you look.

Poetry and Art by Patricia Walter 2002 ©

Dreams

Why do dreams seem so real?
You know they are by how they feel.
You think you’re there and done that too
but you’re only home, not at the zoo.
You feel confused, a little foggy
look down on the floor
and spot your doggie.
Now you know you’re really home
been in bed, never did roam.

Poetry and Art by Patricia Walter 2007 ©

What We Were

What we were is what we are

The good and bad, the near and far

The small and large, the happy and sad

Treasure each day, be grateful and glad

Poetry & Photo by Patricia Walter 2019 ©

Just Like The Weather

Life can be good

Life can be bad

Just like the weather

You never know

what’s to be had

Seasons of joy

Seasons of sorrow

Just like the weather

There’s always tomorrow

Months turn to years

Years to a lifetime

Just like the weather

It stays on our mind.

Poetry by Patricia Walter 2019 ©

Life is Like Fishing

You never know what your going to get

Sometimes nothing

sometimes a snag

sometimes a big catch?

Poetry and Photo by Patricia Walter 2014 ©