Poem: Dreaming of Mr. Rogers

Dreaming of Mr. Rogers

The story's from my youthful days

Recurring dream whose memory stays

Not bent of anger or violent mind

I more was mild and rather kind

The dream still lingers, is yet to fade

It's time I tell through poem laid

Of Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood

His virtues clear and understood

The scene is set with common thread

The homespun den, the sweater red

With sneakers tied and smiling bright

Yet strangely see was late at night

A knocking door, his head had turned

Who could it be would soon be learned

A lion stood upon the rise

A flowing mane and fiercest eyes

And poor old Fred with panicked feel

No make believe, but lion's meal

  

Copyright SGW 2006

Footnote:   Based on an actual, recurring dream I had well into my twenties.  I know, I have a twisted side.

Poem: Tears

Tears

World leaves its imprint in many a fashion
Feeds on our longings, consumes of our passion
‘Nary a notice as to where it will spring
When least it’s expected, best expect anything

Man at the grocer’s is awash in full grief
Need to unburden yet can bear no relief
Son, thirty-eight, was just taken away
The heartbroken father left in shattered dismay

All we can offer is to listen and nod
When the man walks away I unmask my façade
Shed me a tear and my voice loses power
These are the moments where emotion will flower

But tears come from places of often sunny condition
Where a heartfelt conviction writes a warm composition
Simple sent message from a dear, special friend
“Happy to have you in our lives” she’d extend

Eyes start to moisten with the love this conveys
Reminder to self:  Ample good’s on display

In these polar extremes lies the binding of living
Sometimes it’s taking and sometimes it’s giving
Hardship can break us to a point of demise
‘Til angels of mercy breathe new strength to arise

Tears have been shed for the better and worse
Life is a blessing and life is a curse
Life is the challenge of entangled emotion
Nothing is rooted, for life’s constant motion

Copyright SGW 2013