Claire Hastie Poems
|5.||Farewell And Hello||6/15/2009|
|7.||The Death Of A Rose||6/22/2009|
|12.||The Light Stays On||8/16/2009|
|13.||The Drug Of A Good Man||8/16/2009|
|14.||The Red, Red Rose (In Good Ole Scottish Slang)||8/16/2009|
|15.||He Walks Alone||6/7/2009|
|16.||Under My Skin!||6/22/2009|
I watch him as he sleeps
Pure innocence wrapped in sheets
A tiny hand curls around teddy
His breathing low and steady.
I watch him as he plays
His smile makes my day
Childish laughter fills my ears
My beautiful son of only three years.
I always think how lucky I am
A child today but one day a man
Until that day comes, I shall do my best
To help him through life's crucial test
As I walk the windy path
My head feels dizzy, it makes me laugh
Colourful flowers line the way
A new beginning will start today.
No more tears will sting my eyes
No pain inside will hear my cries
The weight has swept from under my feet
Little persons wave in the street.