Be Still

This is another poem I wrote, again inspired by the very same very very important person in my life :)

Be Still

The road is long, the journey tiring,
You are out of breath, perspiring,
And though your heart is aspiring
to find its home, you are tired,
Be still.

You yearn to cry out loud,
For your heart is heavy, filled with doubt,
You cannot, though you need to shout
for help, but you are tired,
Be still.

Take a deep breath, close your eyes,
For I am with you, holding you tight,
Breathe easy, for the end of your journey is in sight,
For, my heart is where your home is,
Be still.

The Peace Lily - My first attempt at poetry

This is very much the first time I wrote a poem, inspired by a very very important person in my life :)

The Peace Lily


'Twas a flower,
A peace lily, caught in the passing storm,
Tossed around with the storm's ever growing power,
In mid air did it hover,
Till it started losing its form.

The storm came to pass,
And the lily fell back to the earth, torn,
Lost amidst the rubble and mass,
Of a desolate landscape, uprooted trees and pulled up grass,
Thirsting for a breath of new life, tired and forlorn.

And along came a fair maiden,
Lost amidst the destruction, saddened and weary,
For she had survived the worst, but now carried the burden,
Of rebuilding her life which was once laden,
With riches and happiness, but was now devoid of hope, and dreary.

Through the rubble she went,
Searching for some sign of life, loosing hope all the while,
And come across did she on the lily, broken and bent,
Roots pulled out, its will to live completely spent,
She picked up the lily, tears in her eyes, and whispered, you are mine.

So she took the lily with her,
And gently put it in a pot by her window sill,
Loved it, nurtured it, giving it sunlight and water,
Till it became whole again, became better,
And they live happily together to this very day, loving each other still.