Poetry By Marion Lashmet

"NEVER GIVE UP"

Do what you can
Never give up
One drop a minute
Will fill a cup
Don't measure by others
YOU set your goals
Be patient and kind
Surprise yourself !!!
A healthier you
Is waiting to come out
And inch by inch
You'll want to shout
Do what you can
Never give up
One drop a minute
Will empty a cup
Jan 12, 1996

"I HAVE WINGS!" (for Mark Pierson who died lost at sea 2/96)

Caterpillars move through the tall grass
Never move too far too fast
Stop to nibble, look up and see
Brother way up in a tree
"Strange that he just spins and turns
What can he expect to learn?
Why doesn't he do like we
Dig in dirt and move through weeds
Watch the sky and hide from birds
He's so strange!" they whisper words
But the brother in the tree
Cannot help himself--he weaves
Doesn't know why he sits and spoons
Wraps himself in a cocoon
All his friends no longer see
For he's hidden against the tree
There he stays all warm inside
There he stays and there he hides
Feels a growth inside that heals
Makes him strong and makes him real
Wants to shout and wants to sing
"I can do most anything!"
Sheds his cover and spreads his wings
"What are these magnificent things?"
Moves them back and forth and then
Lifts and flys and moves with wind
"I have wings and I have flown!
I have changed and I have grown!
No more hiding and lots to eat
I can fly and I am free!
No more petty, trivial things
I can soar 'cause I have wings!
Feb 27, 1996

"MY WORLD"

My world
is small
compared to yours.
Things disappear
in the Never Never Land
of your world.
Too much to think about
Too much to do
Too much too see
in your world.
My world
is peaceful
and quiet.
I share it
only with God.
My world
is as far as I can see
Each day it grows smaller
I don't worry about
what others think
or how I look
or anything I cannot see.
Life is simple and good.
Why did it seem so hard
when I could see?
It must have been me.
(10/6/96)

"Guilt"

"It's mine!" I told my sister.
"It's mine! It's mine! It's mine!
I will not share it with another
I will not share it with a swine!"
"You wouldn't love and cherish it.
You wouldn't care like me.
You couldn't know the value
I've put on it--only me!"
I yanked it from her hands
and returned it to the shelf.
A battle won--but lost
when I look into myself.
My sister sobs in silence.
I feel so bad inside.
She never meant to harm it,
just to hold it for a while.
Maybe she thought if only
she could just touch or smell
the things I love and cherish
that she'd be loved as well.
I thought, It's just a thing!
A memory will be gone
but the memory of my sister
will live on, and on, and on.
I took it off the shelf.
"You may have it" I resigned..
She blinked and winked and smiled,
"I no longer want it" she replied.
5/7/94 (dedicated to Doris)

"Memorial Day"

A grave not visited in a very long time.
Headstone covered with dirt and grime.
We tried to clean it with tears and spit.
Some brass did shine, can you see it?
I sit and stare at the ground where you lay,
Looking for memories to cover the gray.
Maybe I'll find some answers to Why?
You couldn't answer because you died.
Heavenly Father, help me forget
The pain and suffering I now regret.
Knock down the cobwebs in my mind
That keep me from seeing happier times.
Dad plays a game, "What day does it say?"
He points to the paper, I say "It's May!"
He points again, smiles and quietly waits
Till I say correctly "It's my Birthday!"
The memory, now faint is shadowed by guilt,
When adolescent pride put on it's helmet
I could no longer hear, feel, or see
Your parental love and concern for me.
You couldn't stop any more than I
It was fate, we had to comply.
We played our parts well to the end
The devil pulled strings--but did not win.
God stepped in with patience and love,
I finally grew into someone you'd be proud of.
You had your doubts but couldn't see
The future, His plan, His will for me.
If only we'd known, we might have said
"I'm sorry, I love you" before you were dead.
The Lord brought through a miracle for you.
I hope that somehow He let's you know who.
5/30/94

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