With my ear pressed
I stammer
I hear elves
in this seat
from some workshop
they hammer
their work never
complete

and the stick that I
searched for
scrapes the mud
from my shoes
then I sigh
at the back door
and swing open
the blues

and the TV is blaring
and the dinner is cold
and they look
without caring
boy just do what
your told

so I climb to my bed
well not mine
just on loan
and with hurt
in my head
fall asleep in
their home


©2013 Lyn

run thru
the slum's doorway
a painful lesson was had
not to anger his dad

hide in the closet
and stay
it was safe it was dim
just the old clothes
and him

back in school
he pretends
it's okay
but the shame
of his home
made him feel
so alone

another scar
that won't heal
another life
to be hid
and I can't help
but feel
a little bad
for that kid

still


©2011 Lyn

Some throw them
together like *******
some misuse them
without concern
some play with them
like a box of toys
some use just enough
and discard the rest
some cherish them
awed by their complexity
some stray away
feeling inferior
some are experts
who know them well
and some abuse them
every chance they get


©2012 Lyn

A layered past
I know it's true
my mold was cast
inside of you
and I couldn't ask
no reason to
for a better mom

you played a hand
a pair of threes
and raised up with
a bad disease
you worked so hard
you tried to please
no there's not
a better mom

you brought me food
when I was broke
and taught me good
that life's a joke
but we understood
life wears a cloak
no there's not
a better mom

mom you're the best
I know it's true
you second guessed
all I would do
but I was blessed
and always knew
no there's not
a better mom


Judith Ann
March 3rd 1940 to
February 1st 2012

©february 1st 2012 Lyn

Dearest Molly left me Sunday
she'd been with me for so long
paid just twenty bucks to finally
walk her home so young and strong

always barked as I was leaving
broken lighter, stolen shoe
but she'd come each time I call her
Dearest Molly I miss you

~~~~~~~~~~~
1997 to febuary 24th, 2013


©2013 Lyn

Cap drove me away
down a freeway
and smiled at me
and said now we're free

I'm looking out
at cars we pass
we're going too fast
it's a dream
then I look up at Cap
as if to say
then he slows down
for me at last

and little children
everywhere
would swarm the man
let them swarm again
Cap your here
now your with me


©2000 Lyn

don't look at the hate
the dead and the cold
their faces won't stop
their eyes steal your gold
there's nothing to see
no love's to behold
don't look at their hate
unfold

don't listen their words
they trick and confuse
they cut and they hurt
they lie and accuse
there's nothing to hear
no love's there to lose
don't listen their words
abuse


©2011 Lyn