IMPRISONED
If I were taken prisoner at all,
Locked away, not hear the call
Of the birds, or feel the breeze,
Or gaze in awe at all the trees.

I would be fine, I’d still be free,
For I remember what I used to see,
Beauty of nature of a warm day,
Hear the children at their play.

I’d see a butterfly rest on a flower,
Feel a thunder storms mighty power,
See frosted branches in the snow,
Imagine the birds southward go.

Each loved ones face I would see,
Know of the love shining for me,
I’d remember each gentle hand
Touching in love, one happy band.

Music I would hear in my heart,
Melodies that of me are part,
I would lead an orchestra grand,
Then maybe a marching band.

I’d smell the dinners I used to cook,
Imagine in the oven to take a look,
I would smell the rose and lilac,
Know warm sun on my old back.

My God would I remember always,
Through those endless, painful days,
My heart will ever be sweetly free
Even if placed in harsh captivity.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 10, 2002