Give Us... Cathy Weaver

Eyeing The Options

All were sitting ’round the room mostly silent

the ladies looking at their hands or the floor,

while I eyed off one sitting opposite

whose hint of smile promised more.

       Ladies held the numbers ten to one.

       With such odds I was in with a chance

       but my wheelchair would be a problem -

       I could hardly go ask her to dance.

So I tried just making eye contact

’cos I thought she looked rather nice

but this was only my first time in here

I was struggling with breaking the ice.

       Another, nearby, had soft shining hair

       framing her kindly porcelain face

       and her bearing suggested she’d come

       from a life full of ease and grace.

Yes, this was looking quite promising

I could see no good reason to moan

though I wasn’t so sure to begin with

I’ll be happy in this nursing home.

© Pete Stratford

Give Us . . .

Give us love; not just lust;

Give us beauty; not ugliness;

Give us peace; not war;

Give us nourishment; not hunger;

Give us relief; not torment;

Give us rain; not drought;

Give us kindness; not hatred;

Give us happiness; not sadness;

Give us sanity; not madness;

Give us truth; not lies;

Give us life eternal; not extinguishment.

© Cathy Weaver