Guest Poet and Author Mary Edwards Celebrates Birthday With Book Readers Heaven!

Another Pill

 

I rode a bus the other day

And I heard a woman say

I went to see the doctor

And wondered what he’d say

He smiled and wrote a prescription

To fill another pill

I asked if they were costly, he said they’d cost a bit

I said then I can’t get them

The cost would make me ill

I take a pill to wake me up

Another to help me sleep

A pill to kill my appetite

And one to make me eat

One to cause the skinny thing, or.

make my fat cheeks glow

Oh! What happened to the day

When we were so eager to go

And we didn’t need a pill

we could just--get–up--and go

~~~

Hallways

There are ghosts that walk the hallways of my mind

Precious ghosts that still reach out for me

Ghosts that I still hold as treasures of the days that used to be

Brought in through doors of memory

I hold your hand and walk beside you in the hallways of my mind

I hear your footsteps as you grow

I feel your baby fingers as they curl around my heart

memories in a room that I still know

Memories will live forever in my mind

and give me one more day to spend with you

what will I do when I never more can hold you

as I walk these hallways in my mind

How long is forever, can you tell me?

Will these ghosts leave more footprints on my heart?

what will I do if I never more can hold you

and your wraith leaves no footprints on my heart.

~~~

The Firefighter

What color were the lips

that blew the breath of life in me when mine was gone?

What color was the hand that held to mine?

What color were the arms that lifted me

and carried me from harm?

What color? What shade of white, red, yellow or brown?

What color?

In my time of desperation, my baby buried ‘neath debris

What color were the hands that worked and finally set him free?

That lifted him and ran for help, tears streaming down his face,

I don’t remember now, his color or his race.

What color were the hands that held to mine in prayer?

And gave the precious comfort of knowing he was there.

He went into that burning hell.

Where other’s screamed in pain, but

I do not know if he came out again.

When I try to remember him, I cannot see his face.

But now I know he was all men, all colors, shade and race.

He went back into that place of death

From where he rescued me,

To find that screaming voice of pain

And work to set it free.

--Mary Edwards

Happy Birthday Mary!

Love You!