Poisoned Tea

Ashes in the Wind

I wrote Ashes in the Wind a month after my father passed away.  My father was my friend first and my teacher each and every day.  My father had a love of nature and a love of life.  Material things were of little importance.  My father was a pioneer.  My father was my white knight.

If I were to describe myself, I would say that I have that same love of nature as my father, a wonder for life, and a spirit, which is open to unknown possibilities.

I believe that with each day, we touch someone with our heart, our soul and the lessons we learn each day. 

Ashes in the Wind

Standing in the March cold
Our Patriarch’s remains are sheltered in an in ornate urn
Beside him lays his wife
The treasure of his life

Together they built a home to stand the test of time
But all that is left is the Ashes in the Wind
His son proclaims that he was a good father
The daughter put him on a pedestal a mountain high

Others look on thinking their own thoughts
The emotion as deep as the incline of the grave
He was just a man with a dream
A dream that became Ashes in the Wind

For those that are left behind
Be not unkind
Remember the joy of life
Without memories of strife
Before you to become Ashes in the Wind


Copyrght@2004 Paula Anne

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Poisoned Tea

Once the tea is poured in the cup,
The poison takes its time.
I look at life that once began,
To see it end again.

Glorious flower petals fall to earth,
The weight of another life''''s challenge ends,
Enhanced by winter''''s sleep
In the freshly fallen snow.

What color is my next chapter,
Will it be rose petal red,
The symbol of everlasting love?
Or will there be a greater challenge still?

The poisoned tea, in the English china cup,
Holds my fortune within its grasp.
I awaken from my drugged sleep,
To begin a new voyage on earth and
Not among the stars.

Copyright@2004 Paula Anne