Wednesday, May 20, 2020

SISTERS THREE


Summer has arrived at last,
May blooms in every hue,
One by one the boarders leave,
We bid our friends adieu.

We dance along the corridors,
We leap down from the stairs,
Gripped in a fevered frenzy,
We breathe the heady air.

We giggle and we frolic,
Build castles on the shore,
We lie on pristine beaches,
And watch the seagulls soar.

Too soon will childhood laughter,
Become a memory,
Each of us eventually,
Will start a family.

We grow ever closer,
Confiding joys and woes,
Celebrating blessings,
That God on each bestows.

The fabric of our sisterhood,
Will rend apart when He,
Calls one of us to heaven,
Now two are left of three.

Together you and I my dear,
Will keep alive the flame,
Of our sister’s memory,
Each time we speak her name.

Myra D’Souza / 29 June 2010



Monday, May 18, 2020

HOLY GROUND


You are here, 
We meet once more, 
You and I
In this sacred place, 
This sacred space, 
Within my soul. 

You in me, 
And I in You, 
I am on holy ground, 
In this sacred place, 
This sacred space, 
within my soul.


Myra D'Souza / 17 May 2020

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