I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.
Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.
......
My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house
With a great many windows and doors,
There are stairs that go up, and stairs that go down,
And such beautiful, slippery floors.
But of all of the rooms, even mother's and mine,
And the bookroom, and parlour and all,
I like the green dining-room so much the best
Because of its ceiling and wall.
......
I had a dream,
across the sea,
there was a land,
that I had wished to see.
Not only was it hard,
to go sailing, except in the dark,
but to quietly pass the beast in the sea.
Lurking day and night,
you did not want to be caught in its sight,
but I knew it could never catch me.
......
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams
hurry too rapidly down to the sea,
and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops
makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion,
turning to waterfalls under our very eyes.
- For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains,
aren't waterfalls yet,
in a quick age or so, as ages go here,
they probably will be.
But if the streams and clouds keep travelling, travelling,
......
Trying to survive,
I began dreaming each day;
That tore me apart.
Your eyes fill with tears, when she leaves
A person who is near to your heart
But think, for her it is but a new start
She leaves but remains in our hearts forever
Her smile, her humour will forever stay
In our hearts, our minds, our thoughts each day
You miss her, you sigh, take a deep breath
But don’t cry
Don’t fill your eyes to the brim with tears
Hold the dew in, don’t lose your smile
......
Trying to survive,
I began dreaming each day;
That tore me apart.
I had a dream,
across the sea,
there was a land,
that I had wished to see.
Not only was it hard,
to go sailing, except in the dark,
but to quietly pass the beast in the sea.
Lurking day and night,
you did not want to be caught in its sight,
but I knew it could never catch me.
......
i love them more than words can say,
but every day is filled with gray.
one moment laughter fills the air,
the next, i wonder if they care.
their moods, like storms, change in an instant,
a sudden silence, cold and distant.
i never know what's wrong or right,
which words will start another fight.
i walk on eggshells, all day long,
......
i tread lightly, so lightly,
like the blades of freshly mowed grass under bare feet,
soft but sharp, each step a gamble,
each breath a question:
is this enough? am i enough?
or will this be the moment i falter,
crack the shell beneath me,
and ruin the picture they’ve painted of me?
the air smells like summer mornings,
......