MY UNIVERSE By: Patricia Salamone

There’s a place for me up there

Where the stars so brightly shine.

The spot between the Milky Way

and just near the great Devine.

One night as you look up

to see the twinkling of the lights.

Will you think of me with love?

I’ll be just off to the right. :o)

 

WHAT AN HONOR

Patricia K Salamone

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A Realistic Poetry International Featured Poet ANGEL DEAR By: Patricia Salamone www.realisticpoetry.com
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WHEN I AM GONE

 

When I am gone, will my shadow stay.

Will you see me walking beside your shadow under the moon.

moon

Will the scent from flowers I liked remind you of me.

flowers

Will a gentle breeze across your face feel like a kiss from me.

When you hold an item I gave you will it feel like a hug from me.

When holidays come will I be remembered.

When you dream will I be there, and if I am,

is it really a dream, or could I be visiting you.

Speak to me with love in your voice, hug me whenever you can.

Hold me in your heart, forget about your pride

because tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone and regret lasts a lifetime.

FOLLOWING YOUR OWN PATH

 

 

 

You were born in February in the late afternoon

just as the sun was setting.

You were now on the path to your future, but for

now my bundle of joy.

They placed you in a bassinet, a heat lamp keeping you warm.

You placed your hands behind your head and surveyed your new world.

All were amazed at your action and snapped photos of your feat.

You were on the path to your future, but for now my bundle of joy.

The first time I held you in my arms and close to my beating heart

I knew the love of a mother was instant from the start.

You had big brown eyes, long delicate fingers and a dark haired

widows peek.

You had the scent of a new born babe that made my heart fill with joy

and my eyes with tears of happiness.

You were on the road to your future, but for now my bundle of joy.

As you grew, and too quickly I might add, you made us proud and

happy to be your mom and dad.

You are curious, smart and athletic with a kind and gentle heart.

With big brown eyes, long and delicate fingers and a dark haired

widows peek.

You are on the path to your future, but for now my bundle of joy.

 

By: Patricia Salamone

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WASHED UP ON THE SHORE

WASHED UP ON THE SHORE
By: Patricia Salamone

Washed upon the shore from far away,
or have you been resting here for many a day.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.

Did you come from deep below the sea,
or did you travel here from where I would like to be.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.

Did a small child pick you up and plop you here one day,
so another child can pick you up and take you off to play.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.

You feel so warm beneath my feet and smooth in my palm,
when I come here again you will probably be gone.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you.

If I pick you up and take you home with me,
will you tell me your story or will your story be me.
No matter where you come from you bring a story with you

Full Moon

The blistering summer sun
gives way to the night.
I can smell the honey suckle
and gardenia wafting in the night air.
The heavens open up and the stars
make their appearance.
The nightingale croons its’ song to me.
The crickets join the chorus.
The grass is cool beneath my feet
the hustle and bustle of the hot summer
day gives way to the heavens above.
I look up and the moon smiles at me.
By: Patricia K.Salamone