Casey Jarrell Poems
I wake up, hearing my name in someone's voice.
Floating above the blue waves of the sea's cradle,
Somewhere in this sea, someone's speaking in an arguing voice.
From a crying heart, love can't be born.
Only sadness overflows.
From the fragments of a beautiful wish of the sea,
there is a light that is wanting to be born.
In the orange sea, blending into the sunset,
the tears of the world sleep.
Someday, the source of all darkness will vanish.
That day will come.
I want to sing with a singular love... in the blue sea.
My Precious Mother
You're smart, crafty,
and very caring,
and you are the gift I'm always sharing.
You one that will not
all the good times since we met.
You are the one I'm closest to