Ode To Patricia Poem by Cathy VanDorn

Upon my back, I do look,

Gazing, upon passing clouds.

My childhood, from me you took.

My soul, you shook.



Upon my ear, I do hear,

The sound of a trickling stream.

Quiet the cross you made me bear,

Jesus with me, the cross we shared.



Upon my body, I do feel,

Course, thick grass upon my back.

Happiness from me, you did steal,

Beating me till i could not feel.



Upon my tongue, I do taste,

The flavor of the morning dew.

God, his love for me he did not waste,

Along the way, my past, together we faced.



Upon my nose, I do smell,

The heavenly musk of the day.

You always told me I couldn't tell,

But to the world, I will yell...



His Paradise i can envision,

His Home, we call Heavan.

On heart and soul, you left...many an incision.

But to forgive you...has been my decision.