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FADED PHOTOGRAPHS
This found and faded photograph
(timeless version)
From a time that is no more.
This found and faded memory
From so many years before.
Old photographs of someone,
Of children come and gone.
Old photographs of yesterday,
And those that once belonged.
Fond memories are captured
In photographs from long ago.
Fond memories are cherished
By a lifetime once bestowed.
Someone held this faded memory
Before their last journey began.
Someone held this faded photograph
You now hold within our hand.
© 2010 Christine Ross
~Bringer of Light Poetry ~
A CANDLE FLICKERS
A candle flickers through the night
With a gentle peaceful glow,
As shadows dance upon the wall
And memories begin to flow.
Yesterday was full of sunshine
That somehow slipped away.
And all of those tomorrows
Illuminate another day.
But today there is a candle
That will flicker through the night
And shine upon a broken heart
With a peaceful angel light.
© 2010 Christine Ross
~Bringer of Light Poetry~
A LITTLE WORN-OUT HANKY
A little worn-out hanky
From a long, long time ago,
Stained with lots of memories
That someone used to know.
Did that little hanky
Dry away a million tears
Of sorrow or of happiness
In some long forgotten years?
Was it placed within a Bible
At a wedding from the past,
Or was it held in trembling hands
When a loved one didn't last?
The hanky's yesterdays aren't known,
Nor the compassion that it brought.
But it can hold a special place
In your heart and in your thoughts.
Whatever life may bring you
May you find some peacefulness,
From a little worn-out hanky
And the comfort that it gives.
© 2009 Christine Ross
~Bringer of Light Poetry~
THE OLD, OLD BIBLE
I found an old, old Bible
From two hundred years ago.
I read those old familiar words
From a time I didn't know.
Pressed between the pages
Was a lock of auburn hair
And a rose from some occasion
Of happy times or of despair.
Notes and prayers were tucked away,
With clipped ads for things to buy.
A page handwritten carefully
Of family members that had died.
Did some mother's trembling hands
Write a name upon this page
As teardrops trickled from her eyes
And left these stains time can't erase?
Or did a father write the name
Of his brave and only son
Who died in a distant battlefield
For some freedom we have won?
Did a mother die in childbirth
Or did a father die from plague?
I guess some family members
Died simply from old age.
The names were scrolled with pen and ink,
Perhaps by candlelight,
While heavy hearts... reminisced
Of days, and years, and life.
I read the Bible scriptures
And I wrote a little prayer
For their family and for mine,
For the pain we somehow share.
I cut a lock of my own hair
And I clipped an ad or two.
I placed them in the bible,
Right in the book of Luke.
I held a sacred flower
From the funeral of my son,
Placed it between the pages
With a note of what I'd done.
So I'll keep this old, old Bible
And I'll write my family's names,
And in two hundred years from now
Someone else can do the same.
© 2009 ~ Christine Ross
~Bringer of Light Poetry~
THE COWBOY'S LAST REQUEST
He rode beyond the mountains
On his horse towards the west.
He bowed his head in reverence
As he made his last request.....
"Let this wrangler's voice be heard
In the canyon winds that sing,
And let this cowpoke's spirit soar
On the tips of eagle's wings."
"And in the sun and in the moon
And in the prairie's starlight glow,
Let my light forever shine
Casting shadows of hope below."
"Let this bronco-buster's hat
Be my halo when I die,
While the boots on this ghost rider
Walk across the clouds on high."
"Round-up the ones who rode with me,
And the little buckaroos.
Help them all to understand
That this cowboy's ride is through."
"Please grant this last request of mine
As I quietly ride away,
Kicking up dust along the trail
To that place where I will stay."
.....Then he rode beyond the sunset,
His silhouette against the sky.
He tipped his hat and nodded
As he said his last goodbye.
© 2009 Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry ~
GHOST TRAIN
The train pulled from the station
And journeyed on its way
To a time when life was simple...
Way back to yesterday.
I thought of those that traveled
On this train so long ago
And all the stories hidden here,
Just waiting to be told.
Could souls of those from yesteryear
Wander quietly through the aisles,
Reliving all those days gone by,
Staying just a little while?
I heard the click upon the tracks,
Still the same through endless years.
Could breathless children's laughter
Be silent to my ears?
I saw the old conductor
Dressed the same as way back when,
Or was he just the spirit of
Someone's long lost friend?
I felt the wind upon my face
Of this moment in my grasp,
Or was it just a distant touch
Reaching out from the past?
I took a sip of cocoa,
And felt the warmth upon my lips,
Or was it just the faded taste
Of a long forgotten kiss?
I caught the scent of pine trees
From the beauty of the land,
Wondered who had come before me,
Then I felt a tap upon my hand.
As I turned to see who it was,
I said..."I must have closed my eyes."
I found that I was all alone,
Much to my surprise.
Another story hidden here,
And I know it might sound strange...
But today I traveled back in time
Aboard this ghostly train.
© 2009 Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry ~
LITTLE ONE
Little one come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Little one touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
Fly from where my memories dwell
And fly into my dreams.
Take me back to yesterday
Before the morning gleams.
Let me rock you in my arms
And sing to you a lullaby.
Let me hold you little one
Before you say goodbye.
Little one come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Little one touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
© 2005 Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry~
LITTLE ONES (plural version) A08
LITTLE ONES (plural version)
Little ones come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Little ones touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
Fly from where my memories dwell
And fly into my dreams.
Take me back to yesterday
Before the morning gleams.
Let me rock you in my arms
And sing to you a lullaby.
Let me hold you little ones
Before you say goodbye.
Little ones come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Little one touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
© 2005 Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry~
BABY BOY
Baby boy come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Baby boy touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
Fly from where my memories dwell
And fly into my dreams.
Take me back to yesterday
Before the morning gleams.
Let me rock you in my arms
And sing to you a lullaby.
Let me hold you baby boy
Before you say goodbye.
Baby boy come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Baby boy touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
© 2005 Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry~
BABY BOYS (plural version) A10
BABY BOYS(plural version)
Baby boys come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Baby boys touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
Fly from where my memories dwell
And fly into my dreams.
Take me back to yesterday
Before the morning gleams.
Let me rock you in my arms
And sing to you a lullaby.
Let me hold you baby boys
Before you say goodbye.
Baby boys come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Baby boys touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
© 2005 Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry~
BABY GIRL
Baby girl come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Baby girl touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
Fly from where my memories dwell
And fly into my dreams.
Take me back to yesterday
Before the morning gleams.
Let me rock you in my arms
And sing to you a lullaby.
Let me hold you baby girl
Before you say goodbye.
Baby girl come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Baby girl touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
© 2005 Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry~
BABY GIRLS (plural version) A12
BABY GIRLS(plural version)
Baby girls come to me,
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Come to me upon the wind.
Baby girls touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
Fly from where my memories dwell
And fly into my dreams.
Take me back to yesterday
Before the morning gleams.
Let me rock you in my arms
And sing to you a lullaby.
Let me hold you baby girls
Before you say goodbye.
Baby girls come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Baby girls touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.
© 2005 Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry~
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