If only you would,
say you remember me.
Cause I’ve waited for you
since the day you left me.
I’m waiting,
in the room that was ours.
In this room,
I wait.
Devoid of hope,
and love,
and cheer,
somehow,
I wait for you,
my dear.
Every day I hear the door,
I run,
and throw my arms out wide,
hoping to see you…
But you’re never there.
In this world of ours,
so harsh and hostile,
I wait for you.
if only,
you’d wait for me.
Oh mother dear,
you’re gone now,
but I can’t help remembering,
the times you held me close,
or rocked me in your arms.
I loved you so,
dear mother.
And I waited too long to say it.
And now sickness has swept you,
from the realm of the living,
away from me,
and out of my life.
But I’ll keep you in my heart,
in the part reserved for you.
I beg you now,
mother,
to look from heaven,
to the earth below,
and hear me,
as I say,
I LOVE YOU.
The actress here,
The actress there,
Playing her part in the play.
Her voice,
Sometimes soft,
Sometimes loud and clear,
The actress in her dress,
Ever flowing,
Following the wind,
Wherever it’s going,
Says an actor,
So gallantly.
But the actress out acts him,
Not to be outsmarted,
The actor he,
Playing a knight,
In a noble play,
And he parried,
And he thrust,
And he sidestepped too,
The actress,
So fair,
Playing a maiden.
In a fanciful play,
She danced,
And she sang,
She cried,
And she rejoiced,
Once again,
They took part in a play,
Not noble,
Not fanciful,
Not both.
For once they settled their differences,
And played together,
In the play,
They outsmarted,
Outdid,
And have outdone,
Just by,
All who went in their way.
Playing their parts together,
The actress AND the actor
Poetic Ponderings 