Biography of Lydia Thacker
I'm a simple person who enjoys life's simple pleasures. Music, the beauty of the world coming to life in the spring, my son's smile...my three favorite things in the world, followed only slightly by a clear moonlit sky. I love my family, my friends who have become like family, and myself, finally.
I don't ask for much - Love, a good book, my guitar, time with those who mean the most to me: these are life's necessities, to feel as though my life has purpose, to dream, to fly...
I'm a worrier, a dreamer, a poet, a musician, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a hopeless romantic. Love is the only thing that lasts forever.
Lydia Thacker Poems
I want to read a billion words Write a song to change the world I want to sing the song of my heart Teach my son about girls
To make you smile, I'd move the stars, if I could find a way.
If I could teach the people to open their eyes, look past the darkness, reach for the skies,
I have no words With which to convey The amount of hope You have led me to find
A Cleansing Rain
Darkness looms and shadows grow long. The moon hides behind a thick veil of clouds,
As I was walking by a pungent lake Just outside of Meigs, I stopped and did a double-take, A frog with four hind legs! ! ! ! !
Death, you intimate nightmare apparition, you cast us forth into galactic night, extricate us from the unrelenting slavery of our mortal toil
Mother Moon, shine bright this night as I cradle the one I love; guard his dreams with thy light and rock him from above.
Shadowed voices Lamplight cannot illuminate Lines on the wall Pouring down
Remember my laugh, fresh and deep as the needed embrace, tranquil
I wish I could just find the words to say what I want to say. Everything would be simpler if my life wasn't in constant disarray.
Sorrow Silent thoughts Of you Of love lost
Breaking My Heart
I don't want to leave you I don't want to cry I don't want to go to bed Wondering how you are each night
The Color Of Me
Today I am blue, not one of those sad, wimpy blues -Cerulean, maybe. My blue speaks of life lived
I Don'T Know How
Looking through the darkness in my vision
I see the word 'Life' written on the wall
Vague ponderances flash through my mind:
What did you think of your life?
Where are you now
besides in that small wooden box With my sister,
the daughter you spent so long missing?
I cannot believe that is all there was for you,
But I cannot find you