Poetry 6
(c) Candace
Because I am, I am - nothing more or less,
I stand before you with only my heart to give
A heart filled with faith, adoration, and love
And a hope that my life to in your world live
Oh, I like the bright lights and tinsel aglow
And packages wrapped with paper and string
All the wonderful treats that taste so divine
But your love is by far my favorite thing
As your company drops by with holiday wishes
And with pretty boxes tied up with a lovely bow
I offer you my gift so humble, small, and plain
And pray you know your love sets my heart aglow
But perhaps the best of gifts can't be closed in box
And wrapped in pretty paper and tied up with a bow
The riches of the holiday aren't in the gifts we see
But in the special love and friendships that we know
It's the holidays again - what shall I bring
What can I offer to show just how I feel?
What can I say to show how my heart sings
What gifts can I share to make the joy real
What gifts can I bring to the feast this time
To say thank you for all that I am grateful for?
Could you hear the love in this heart of mine
It would silence even the great ocean's roar.
So I simply stand here and offer all that I am,
My heart, my hopes , my dreams, and my love,
I pray for you prosperity throughout the land
And wish you peace and tranquility from above.
But I ask at day's end when festivities are done
And you reflect upon it, remember me my friend,
Know that when you need me, to you I will run,
Ever loyal, every loving, and yours until the end
So I sit patiently and wait for your company to leave
And the peace and calm of the season to descend
For then you will pet my head and brush my fur
And we will bask together in a love without end
Though others may not see just what we share
And not understanding, they'll say "it's just a pet"
Our gift to each other is the love, the joy, the care
The greatest of gifts that we before each other set
And as the holidays approach and I check upon you here
Because I am no longer here, please do not be blue
I remember all our happy times and all the love we share
Know that I choose to spend this holiday with you
Frightened eyes
Existing in life's shadows
Reclusive
Apart from others
Longing
Frightened eyes peering at a world forbidden to them
Existing in life's shadows, avoid the world of man
Reclusive, seeking only a peacefully existance
Apart from others, watching, hoping, struggling
Longing for the small comforts most assume their right
Wild? - Look, there is no W within our name
We seek only a small space we can call our own
Strive to avoid contact - keeping to our selves
We live hungry, cold, and abused by life itself
Seeking only existance and the scraps left behind
