poems – Judith Mallard – Writer, Blogger

This Child

I watched him stumble

I watched him fall,

I watched him cry

Then laugh through it all.

His delicate features

From his head to his toes,

Soft silky lashes

And a cute freckled nose.

He lights up my life

And brings me such joy,

Finds the simplest of pleasures,

In a rock or a toy.

So when life feels so crazy

And things run so wild,

It is then I must stop

And see the world as this child.

 © 2017 Judith Mallard

Masquerade

I heard you call my name today,

in the whisper of a morning breeze

I felt your touch upon my skin,

such a gentle sweet caress.

But then the darkness came,

in all its’ thundering fury

Scoffing at my weakness roaring,

Love is not for one like you.

So I hung my head in shame,

And I trembled in its’ wake

Tears slid down my face,

No heart was left to break.