JUANITA GARCIA VERA

JUANITA GARCIA VERA

THE LOST TREASURE

I was busy

Etching life

Had little time

For the ordinary things

The PTA, the spelling bees

The homerun and the goal

The merit badge,

The summer camps

While I worked on and on

The years

Went by

Time ran so fast

It left me far behind

While the clock ticked

I worked away

No time, I found to go

And now, I find

The little things

Have become

The most amazing things

My lost and timeless treasure

Was always within reach

© Juanita Garcia Vera

All Rights Reserved JGV 2015

THE LITTLE FARM HOUSE

I saw city lights

And bright streets aglow

I dreamed life

Would be grand

An ongoing show

But within months

The city lights

Fizzled

Lights burned

Dim to sin

While I felt

My soul wither

Without

Sense of being

I  Knelt

By the road

All at once

I was home

In my   dream

The wind blew

On the fields

The land full

Of tall   stocks

Of ripe golden corn

That swayed

I n the breeze

It shook the corn stocks

While the cobs

Fell to the earth

Where I picked each

And everyone

To cook in a pot

That bubbled and hissed

Oh how I have missed

The little farm house

No hot water

No heat

No road of concrete

No shoes,

Patched attire

Beans, rice

And corn flour

Four dirt roads

That ran North,

South, East

And West

In my heart

Was the best

Where my mother

I see

Waiting for me

No grander place be

Than

The little farm house

Place that grew

All my dreams

© Juanita Garcia Vera

THE VISIT

 An angel came

Into my dream

He quickly put

My mind at ease,

Reminding me

Of you

He had your smile,

 Your laughter,

Y our

Youthful spirit

We talked at length

And laughed for hours

Until the morning light

The place was,

O h, so grand

There was a garden

Filled with exuberant hues

The flowers so bright

And grass so green

There were colors

 I had never seen

The scene heightened

Every sense I had

 And some

 I had never sensed before

While flowers swayed

Amidst the breeze

Fragrant scents

Surrounded me

The bluest sky

Stretched

Before my eyes

It had no beginning

And had no end

Its splendor shone

A radiant glow

The sights I saw

Made my heart sing

It was

The sound of Love, 

 Expressed

By music notes

It was

The sweetest   sound

 I had ever heard

An angel came,

 But left too soon

He left

Without a word

His fluttering wings

W ere so white,

So big,   so strong

 He gently held you

I n his arms

As he flew

Into the blue

I heard you

Calling me,

But

 I could not speak

Or move

I was astounded

By the sight

An angel came

Into my dream

He let me know

That he was with you

The day God

Called you home

Dedicated in memory of

An angel

My Son ……..Abel Vera

September 19, 1982 – April 28, 2004

Written and inspired by a vision I had a few months after Abel died

JUANITA GARCIA VERA