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The Passenger

by

Patsy Jenkins

swip, swap....flip, flop
the wipers keep time
as she quietly rides
swish, swash....flish, flosh
she's glad that the driver
is taking his time
swip, flop....flip, swap
the windows get steamy
there's nothing to see
swish, flosh....flish, swash
this time is all hers
even to dream


Choices

by

Patsy Jenkins

now...
why would you be a farmer
and live out at the end of a road
so much land to call your own
maybe a gamble you are told
and...
why would you be a miner
dangerously digging so deep below
this is all you've ever known
so this is where you go
but...
what makes you a fisherman
alone for days on the sea
bringing in a catch is really enough
this is where you should be
so...
the choices seem to be endless
they all are right there for you
you will somehow fine your 'nitch'
what is important to do

Cafe Rose

by

Patsy Jenkins

she'd drop by, now and then
at the Rose Cafe
by herself....and would read
with very little to say
sip her glass of wine
with thoughts maybe deep
rarely letting an expression
over her face creep
a rose was put on her table
but she moved it aside
showing the world an emotion
not even she could hide

My Grandsons

by

Patsy Jenkins

I had to let them go today
for they moved so far away
and I hope they are happy there
but I hope they do not stay

no...that is me being selfish
in having to let them all go
it truly was for the best
at least, they told me so

and...we will write, call
keep in touch somehow
but this pain of missing them
is what I feel...right now

Blue Jetty

by

Patsy Jenkins

it could be looking over a mountain lake
so calm and clear - cold and blue
with forested mountains in the distance
nothing moving....maybe a boat or two

or
it could be standing on a northern dock
water - cold, dark, deep - and more
islands with forests for neighbors
waves....quietly washing the shore

Starfish

by

Patsy Jenkins

washed ashore by high tide
left on a warm beach to dry
waiting for another high tide
or its insides will surely die

low tide just can't quite reach
as it hardens and darkens a bit
when - a stray beachcomber
stops....takes a look at it

she knows what the starfish needs
and with ease, gives it a toss
back into the deep blue ocean
so its life will not be lost

Starfish

by

Patsy Jenkins

washed ashore by high tide
left on a warm beach to dry
waiting for another high tide
or its insides will surely die

low tide just can't quite reach
as it hardens and darkens a bit
when - a stray beachcomber
stops....takes a look at it

she knows what the starfish needs
and with ease, gives it a toss
back into the deep blue ocean
so its life will not be lost

Starfish

by

Patsy Jenkins

washed ashore by high tide
left on a warm beach to dry
waiting for another high tide
or its insides will surely die

low tide just can't quite reach
as it hardens and darkens a bit
when - a stray beachcomber
stops....takes a look at it

she knows what the starfish needs
and with ease, gives it a toss
back into the deep blue ocean
so its life will not be lost

Starfish

by

Patsy Jenkins

washed ashore by high tide
left on a warm beach to dry
waiting for another high tide
or its insides will surely die

low tide just can't quite reach
as it hardens and darkens a bit
when - a stray beachcomber
stops....takes a look at it

she knows what the starfish needs
and with ease, gives it a toss
back into the deep blue ocean
so its life will not be lost

Their First Best Friends

by

Patsy Jenkins

my children each had a rag doll -
Ann for my little girl
and Andy for my boy
something about those dolls
must have touched
each of my children's hearts

for, they nearly wore them out
just sleeping with them
when they were young
and kept them in their rooms
like quiet friends
until they both moved away

Ann and Andy weren't
very cute or pretty,
but each had a softness
and tenderness
that only they could give
because -

both Ann and Andy
carried 'hearts' of their own
secretly sewn underneath
their raggedy clothes
with the promise of
"I love you"

Reflecting

by

Patsy Jenkins

so tell me grandma...

If you could start over
and do it all somehow again,
anything you would change
from now to way back then?

she smiled as she thought
for this question was intent
her grandchild looked so serious
from his heart it was sent

surely life had taught her
things she never did know
how to handle hard times
what to do - where not to go

to show more smiles and
also when to hide some tears
keeping her eyes on tomorrow
less looking back over the years

well now....she began

I think I'd have to say
that I would change very little,
live one day at a time
as I do....today

Life of a Fence

by

Patsy Jenkins

just be a fence -

strong in the beginning
straight and defining
serving a purpose or decorative
never yielding to the elements
bending only when you have to
lasting if only cared for
finally -
crumbling - disappearing - even forgotten

Corners of My Live

by

Patsy Jenkins

a teddy bear with little stuffing
wooden toys just waiting to play
woolen mittens, scarves and snow boots
these all belong to a long ago day

a braided rug that gram' crocheted
balls of yards and yards of string
dad's steel guitar beside mom's hope chest
even comic books - such a wild thing

nooks and crannies up in the attic
hold a few corners of me when young
they wait to be held, used, and enjoyed
but no more - their purpose is done

The Power of One

by

Patsy Jenkins

maybe one can tell a story
weaving a fascinating tale
and one can be a leader
while others follow, without fail

one can somehow manage
to keep moving on its own
sorting through the pieces
ignoring it is actually alone

one can find some peace
knowing all that it has done
one can manage all of this
even though its only.......one

Growing Up

by

Patsy Jenkins

she's growing and changing
in phases rearranging
gradually herself, each day

from tot to child, to now preteen
never back to where she's been
learning every step of the way

it happens right before your eyes
then one day you realize
your little girl's grown up - to stay

Merlot and Chardonney

by

Patsy Jenkins

Merlot spoke smoothly
yet with precision and grace
Mozart was its music
leaving nothing to erase

you couldn't help but know
as each held you in its spell
this could be the moment
you'd remember all too well

then Chardonney came on the scene
full of passion and showing heart
Chopin was its music
flowing....doing its part

you couldn't help but feel
nothing you'd felt before
this would be the moment
you'd remember.....forevermore

Paying the Price

by

Patsy Jenkins

if the price seems right
we will take a chance
we'll bite the bullet
and we'll dance the dance

if the price stays right
we'll make it somehow fit
no thoughts of giving up
with no moments of regret

and, if the price was right
we'll know this was for sure
no matter what the price
it lasted - forevermore