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Miss You

by

Judy Simpson

Did anybody help my little sister?
If yes, where is she now?
Did anyone take pity on her soul?
She was only two years old.

Who has seen my little sister,
The red head little babe?
Her huge brown eyes were quiet
In grandma’s arms, as they took them away...

Today was your birthday.
You would have been fifty three.
My little baby sister,
I bought you a tree.

I miss the times that could have been,
The times we never knew.
May you rest in peace my darling
I will never forget you.

Frozen Birthday

by

Judy Simpson

The vast field spreads its green,
Nature has reinvented herself.
Yet something painfully sad inside me
Resurfaces, gnaws, stabs without mercy.

The Sun shoots its darts in yellow glow
>From its ice cold shining rigid bow.
It observes my life without a word,
The wind blows, my tears remain unheard.

The green bird spreads its wings world over,
Yet it finds me sitting in my corner
Observing life as it passes by,
Repeating my perennial, rhetorical -WHY?-

Near the sunlit frozen smokestack,
In the frosty field of green,
I see your lovely little face,
Your intollerated innocence
By the mighty superior race.

YOU are that field covered in dew,
YOU are in every blooming flower,
They’ve been yours now for over fifty years.
Yet when dew changes into tears,
In my heart you are still only two...

Survivors

by

Judy Simpson

The inner circles of my soul
Circumnavigate a tiny sea.
Reveling in lively colors,
Cruising the dateline of history.

The sky was dark with angry clouds
That poured forth tears of led.
And in this gray of seasons a tiny bud
Took life and stepped ahead.

Life stopped and all were mesmerized
By the blooming little flower,
By the miracle of naughty Nature
Who can pulverize to ashes, cause demise,

Then change its mind
Like a capricious woman,
Entertain, make happy,
Sing, dance, and compromise.

So many wonders out at sea,
Ports to visit, walk and gaze!
Save to memory the pleasant
To recall on rainy days.

Exploring Nature is so fashionable,
Questions abound and only multiply.
Yet, the answer is so simple -
We are Nature, you and I.

Daydreaming

by

Judy Simpson

I'm sitting by the kitchen window
Looking through the glass.
My eyes stare at the sidewalk,
Yet my lids are closed to rest.

It's so nice and warm in here,
Everything's so clean.
The balmy fragrance of my mother
Reassures me and I start to dream.

Quietly, my eyelids open
To meet the coming guests...
Two ladies and two little girls,
Followed by an older woman in black.

Oh! I know well who they are!
And my eyes grow in wonder.
What will mother say at the sight?
Our missing family just arrived!

For I knew my two aunts were there,
My cousin Agnes and my sister too.
They were hoping we lived here,
But my grandma was sure, she knew.

My little hands were wiping tears of joy,
As my dreams were fading slowly.
Now, on the sidewalk I could hear
My living aunts' high hills clicking boldly.

Silence

by

Judy Simpson

In two years I haven’t said a word
to you and even now I hesitate.
For I’ve made only empty promises,
allowing those years to go to waste.

It was a time of gain, a time of loss;
A time to cry with joy, a time to mourn
the loss of our cousin Marika,
Hail the birth of your grand niece, Gabika.

Life goes on, it slides smoothly at high speed.
It’s April; I’m thinking of you indeed,
wondering if you can see me these days
and love me still in spite of my mistakes?

Grandparents

by

Judy Simpson

I was no one’s granddaughter,
Never been addressed as such.
Though I used to wish so much
To feel a grandy’s tender touch.

Her smiling and indulging eyes
Would penetrate my little heart.
I could smell the sweet aroma
Of her freshly baked apple tart.

And I longed to hold the hand
Of a peaceful, calm grandfather,
A teller of fairy and other
Happy tales in rainy weather.

Many had two grands - father and mother,
I had none - no sister and no brother.
I was alone, for the sister I had
Died in a cold gas chamber,
Not even in her bed!

I was nobody’s granddaughter,
Had no grands - father or mother.
A friend is my sister;
Another a brother,
But I have a real granddaughter!

Back Home

by

Judy Simpson

Went home yesterday
To celebrate my birthday.
I went home alone,
To enjoy and to atone.

All of you were there,
With loads of food to prepare.
Favorite dishes,
Meat, potatoes, relishes.

I felt great, young, happy,
Pain free and lucky.
Crowned fully by innocence,
Never by pretense.

I went back alone
To enjoy and to atone,
For the love I need so much
And to feel your touch.