Ann Beard Poems
Comments about Ann Beard
“I would like to help”, little more than a whisper,
misty brown eyes turned to stare where I stood.
“I would like to try” the words came out crisper,
resolve filling all of the places it could.
I had watched him struggle to rise from a chair,
had felt the frustration that threatened his calm.
Firmly bracing myself to take on his glare
“I needed to come and I wish you no harm”.
Falling back in the chair his face turning ashen
his body was shrunken to quite half its size.
The illness had robbed him of life’s very passion,
apart from the last spark of ...
When all the world is fast asleep
and only sounds of breathing
ride moonbeams in the air.
Many ancient souls awaken
float above the hearts of lovers
slip into a dream with tender care.
They will occasionally find a space