If Only In My Mind

The beauty that surrounds me happens slowly

with time stitching together all the colors

The hues

The glows

That make up a wonderful life

If only in My Mind

The curtains blow

The songs sound

The instruments play

The children laugh

If only for a day, they have set my heart aglow.

This thing we built 46 years ago

The musician, the man

The individual being that is so worn now

The weary tired lines

The pain he ignores

The one and only that I’ve adored

It can’t go on

It can’t continue

But each minute, I carry within me

The beauty, the glow that surrounds me

If only in My Mind

A Rose from Peabea

A Rose from Peabea

God gave me a Rose

But what was I to do

Whenever I would try to hold it

The thorns hurt too much….

I would try and try

But then one day

I stood back in Awe – of the beauty

to behold.

You have to let go ~

Love is like a Rose

You have to let go, trust and

You will see the beauty in it….

Because like the Rose

It is fragile so the thorns protect it.

They keep us from injuring when we try to hold

On too tightly.

Children are like a Rose

You hold on too tight and their thorns will show

They are a thing of beauty to behold ~

Roses come in various colors ~as do people~

they are all beautiful so hold them very, very fragily….

Poem by Trabonet 2001

 aka Peabea

Grandma's Recipe

It's been so long since I talked to you.

I can't call and say hi -

I went to call the other day and ask how to make one of Grandma's favorite recipe's, but then I remembered -

I can't call or stop by -

It's been so long since I talked to you

Every time I remember, tears come to my eyes.

I remember the singing when I was young, I remember the pretty smile and the quiet warm person.

I can see you so well and all the years, how fast they went by. I was so indwelled in mine, I didn't pay much attention to yours.

Now I'm alone - the one left to carry on -

My daughter may call and ask for Grandma's favorite recipe - I'll give it to her

and then I'll be gone.

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POEM FROM A MOTHER

Bring my baby home.....at least for a day
Even if I can't wipe the tears away -

At least I can see him one more time...
And then in my heart, I'll know he's fine -

He was so young when he went away....
he had no idea it would be such a long stay -

He has suffered so much for you and I...
please bring my baby home before I die -

I just need to gaze on his face once more...
So long since he left our shore -

I'll hold him in such a long embrace...
Ahhhh..just to see that face -

It's weathered, It's worn...He looks so forlorn -

He has longed to be home for so many years...
He long ago forgot how to cry many tears -

He doesn't even know or remember who he set out to be...
He only remembers that he saved you and me And
the wonderful land once more that our forefathers named

when they reached this shore
"AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL"
"AMERICA THE FREE"

That's what my baby did for you and me -

PLEASE SET HIM FREE

He didn't ask much...
He was so proud to go do his duty with the rest of the crowd -

But he just wants to come home now and rest...
He is so weary -

Author/Trabonet
Copyright © July 1999

Visit my page dedicated to my POW

God Bless our troops Now and Then..

All The Sunshine

ALL THE SUNSHINE

 All the sunshine is gone

Where it went..I don't really know

The sunshine in my heart used to shine bright

Now all I have is a dim gray light.

 I never thought this is the way it would be

It was always my husband, the boys and me

What do you do when two spaces are left...

This must happen when Children leave the nest.

 You adapt, you grow and you go on...

My heart will change and the light will come back..I Hope!!!

 Maybe it's not sunshine in your heart after all -

Maybe it was just "Youth"

author: Trabonet (Patricia) (1/8/91)

The Endless Sleep

The desk is there – but where is the child

It sits empty now

Seems so long ago

He use to laugh, dance and play

But now all he does is dream

For now he sleeps the endless sleep.

It was just a day

An hour

A minute

The snow and ice were falling

Too hard to travel

He called home from the road – terrified

And scared,

Too icy to drive, but he couldn’t stop

On he continued into

That hour

That minute

That second

And there would not be another day

Just Another of my Poems (My Garden)

If I could only see a child who really looks like me, then I would know I exist.

I'm here, I know, But what purpose? But what accomplishments? What mark will I leave?

I read a poem that says "I am my mother's garden", but what did she sow?

My children then are my garden, What have I sown?

I really only take up a small space, I try to leave some for the rest of the race

they seem to want more each day, only time to work, no time much to play.

Ahhh, if I could only go back,

The child who really looks like me would do more and be able to see

The Beauty and The Wonder of a world such created not by man but for man.

Please leave it alone - so the Garden I've Sown

Can go on and have their turn.

(just another poem written by me on 10/22/98)

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How you settle down after a hard day at play

The sun shimmering, and all the echos of the day

The peacefulness, the quiet, the birds chirping,

The laughter from afar, and all the smells

Of the wonderful campfires.

The sunny day has ended, but fun has just begun

For the cookouts, the friendly conversations,

All run into one.

I savor every moment, wanting it to never end,

And then before you know it, light beckons once again,

Off we set to gear up the boat, and head out to the water And there we will just float away the day, until the Sun setting once again shimmers away, and we hear again,

The echos of the day.

Indian Lake Ohio

The Room

The Fire went out. The room went gray
it's empty now and the lights went away.
It made me so sad to see the last ember.
It hung on, but it needed stoking.

no need - the people made the warmth.

It's so sad, it tears my heart
they grow up and some depart.

the room is empy, the fire went out.

It's so strange how one room
could be such a big part -

where all the love and memories stay -
The Room.........

The Room...
by Trabonet...(Patricia)
April 12, 1994

A Mother's Child

I hugged my child today....

For all the Mothers whose child died at birth.

 I hugged my child today....

 For all the Mothers whose child died in a car.

 I hugged my child today.....

 For all the Mothers whose child died in a fire.

 I hugged my child today.....

 For all the Mothers whose child died violently.

 I hugged my child today....

 For all Mothers who have lost a child in any way.

 I hugged my child today....

 For all the children who have no Mother to hug them.

 I hugged my child today....

 Then my Child died

 so yours would have eternal life

 ...this Poem stirred inside me when I heard of the crash victims of Flight 800, ..It is dedicated to them, to Mary - Mother of Jesus and to my two dear nephews, Randy and Jamie, whose lives were cut short at the ages of 29 and 23...

Author: Trabonet (Patricia)