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 ©

The highest mountain we ever climb
is not during our lifetime
it is at the end of our longest journey
it is never planned or anxiously awaited
it is traveled alone without family or friends
yet surrounded by love, kindness and caring.

Poetry and Art by Patricia Walter 2002©

There Will Always Be A Sunrise

There will always be a sunrise

Although at times it is

Hidden by thick grey clouds

Obscured by wind and snow

Blocked by fog and mist

Invisible through sheets of rain

Out of sight but always there

There will always be a sunrise

Poetry by Patricia Walter 2019 ©

Tomorrow a Fulfilled Dream

May the sun shine today
Yesterday be a warm memory
Tomorrow a fulfilled dream

Poetry and Art by Patricia Walter 2007 ©

Lonely, sad
life feels bad.
An empty house
without a spouse.
Want my life
to feel just right.
Be content
not to vent.
Have to heal
so I can feel.
To love again
before the end.

Poetry and Art by Patricia Walter 2009 ©

Hush of the Rain

I am gently wakened by the hush of the rain
the whispers from God.
The gray morning goes unnoticed
quiet sounds touch my soul.
Nothing harsh to the ears
the lightning long tamed.
I am awakened, surrounded
by a gentleness known to few.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

May Tomorrow Be Better

May today be better than yesterday
tomorrow better than today
two steps forward – one step back
still moving toward a better way.
Patience and time
become a guiding light
while faith and friends
help make it right.
Our lives move on
thru happy and sad
the real trick seems
to forget the bad.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2006 ©

Nothing Seems Real

Normally our lives are full and bright
yet there are times when things aren’t right.
We don’t understand what we see
it seems somehow that life can’t be.
The eyes won’t focus – the heart doesn’t feel,
when bad things happen – nothing seems real.
Hold on to faith, one day at a time
hope feeds the body – soul and mind.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2005 ©