For Arline who lost her little boy
Across the hills of gray and white,
Little boy with lantern bright,
Sun sinks recessive into night.
White hobby horses made of cloud
Came down from Heaven to do you proud.
I dared not cry my tears aloud,
Lest wind should bear them up to you,
Upon the hearth smoke of the flue,
And color all your Heavens blue.
I am always in awe in all your works, Sandra..I am your number one fan here in Ph..This poem really touched my heart..Straight from the heart and bullseye! wish i can write like this..so gentle and touching
One little boy, unknown to me, has broken my heart. He doesn't need that lantern in heaven, he never passed through any darkness. Can't you hear the hobby horse rocking, and see him riding it? Forever. xxxElysabeth
This poem captures the spirit of the little boy in the simply expression of his death. You use colours so evocatively - the blue of the 'blues' and the white of purity to enhance a poem that must have been such a comfort to your friend in her loss. Every reader must weep with her. love, Allie xxxx
This exquisite poem brought tears to my eyes. The cadence of the poem is perfect for the imagery and subject matter of the poem.
I cry with this. So tragic a subject, so poetically written. Numbers do not justify. I bow to you. Jim
Sandra...Your poetic repertoire is vast, and your literary chalice, a plethora of artistic pour.This is a most sadly beautiful memorial/dedication. A true Poet pens from both mind & heart....Your artistry, does all that....but, then settles within the mind's & heart's of the reader.Poignant, and passionate write, young lass! ~ F j R ~ (((2008)))
Sandra...Your poetic repertoire is vast, and your literary chalice, a plethora of artistic pour.This is a most sadly beautiful memorial/dedication. A true Poet pens from both mind & heart....Your artistry, does all that....but, then settles within the mind's & heart's of the reader.Poignant, and passionate write, young lass! ~ F j R ~ (((2008)))
Sandra, I must admit that this one brought a tear to my eye, yet it left a smile on my face. I've been reading your other poems. I don't think I know of anyone who writes poems using nature as well as you.
I love your poems......each one touches..in gentle pen and pleasing ink Clouds my eyes and makes me think...... A soul so beautiful comes through in your work.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see beautiful smiles upon his face as he quietly rocks on his hobby horse. His work on earth here was done and now he rides his hobby horse having lots of eternal fun. I will always love your poems Sandra. Melvina