Theresa Ann Moore Poems

Grandmother, your photo has nothing to say.
It is glossy black and white with shades of gray.
Your image has knowing eyes that are now blind.
You swore never to reveal untold truths that bind.
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When I was a young girl.
I entered a writing contest.
The theme I chose was
‘Save the World’… that was best.
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There are people on this sphere…
That you truly love and hold dear.
They care a lot; enough to let you be.
Enough to value your right to be free.
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I was married many years.
I’ve had laughs and tears.
Don’t try to fix me up…
I am not a love-starved pup.
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When you stop to think…
What helps evade the brink?
There are two for me…
Good friends and poetry.
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Did you ever have something go wrong…
When your life went from weak to strong?
On that day your life was changed
Because of something unexplained.
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Looking for something? What do you hope to find?
Do you have a plan outlined or a map to remind?
How will you know when you find your treasure?
Will your catch suddenly illuminate with pleasure?
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When you have ideas,
Some are good
Others are better.
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Many years ago, I was a small child…
Solo walks in the fields, made me smile.
I admired lovely flowers that grew in the wild.
There were no neighbors for miles and miles.
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Close your eyes and visualize
that you are a growing tree
Your arms are the branches
Your torso is the trunk…
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