Elizabeth Middleton Poems

I share it!
Waking to the humming of the birds,
I climb out of my grass blanket, and skip after the wind carrying leaves into the sunset.
I dive in and start playing in the mud. I get it everywhere spreading its soft joy.
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It is thought to be the essence of a being,
Or even a symbol of something.
Perhaps it is simply primary to the earth.
It’s grown from the perception that originally gave it birth.
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I've lost many other things before.
From my keys to my rings,
From my books to my tickets,
And from my friends to my lover.
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The rhythms of life plus the beauties of nature,
Everything blends in this world of mine,
And it is perfect.
The smells of fresh dew go to green blurs,
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I am not the rug you hang out to dry every so often,
I am not the dog you can kick and people ignore,
I am not your mother to do the cooking and the cleaning!
I am not your sister who desires no affection from you!
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Something is made because someone cares about it.
What gives it value, is how much that person cares for it.
Everyone cares, but not everyone fights for what they love,
Yet it is that battle that determines life or death.
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Blessed is the heart that breaks for the simple things,
They care when no one else does.
I feel …
I am fighting a personal battle,
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My feet stop at his, my body feeling as cold as his was growing.

Too late to stop it, mortality was claiming the life it had given him, but as his soul left, it declared his eternal wings to my being.
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Coming down in the rain,
Only to hide my shame.
Removing all of the pain,
Trying not to seem lame.
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Her
Goofy, Giggly
Scheduling, Running, Finishing
Beautiful, Cutsie, Handsome, Charming
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