JUANITA GARCIA VERA

Juanita  

García Vera

A MOMENT

Time went by

So fast

I hardly noticed,

Its passing

There was

Never enough time

For bedtime stories,

To laugh,

To dream

Or play

It’s a blur

When I try

To remember

It all

I remember

A moment

The moment

My miracles

Were born

And I counted

Each finger,

Each toe

Inspecting

Each inch

To find them

Perfectly sculpted

By God

I remember

That day

At the beach

When we played

With the waves

We built

Sand castles

In the sand

Only

To have

The tide

Wash them away

We were

Playing tag

When we fell

Laughing

Into the waves

While our heads

Bobbed

In the salty air

The sun set

Beautifully that day

More beautiful

Than I’d ever seen

Rays of gold,

Purple, yellows,

And pinks

Painted the horizon

It illuminated

The waves

Coloring rainbows

Around our heads

It comes down to

One single moment

In time

A memory

Most treasured

A life,

A story entwined

In the lives

Of many

In silence,

I reflect

On a moment

The moment

Of discovery

Daily renewed

By the vision

Of a child

Through the eyes

Of a child

I experienced life

And I, too, was in awe

Of the splendor

And wonder of it all

I DREAMED

Once I dreamed

Of forever after

My eyes glazed

In rosy colored visions

Once I dreamed

Of leisurely walks

As we walked hand in hand

Loving sighs

Romantic glances

While we sat in the shade

Of the old oak tree

Remembering the times

We planned out schemes

In time children came

And life changed all at once

No longer alone

We went through the motions

Diapers to change

Meals to cook

Tasks to attend

Bodies that tired

Eyes that blurred,

Visions dreamed

And minds that boggled

With the stress of living

Our children grown

Have left the nest

If I die tomorrow

My task complete

I will be remembered

In the birth of spring

When the birds are nesting

In the old oak tree

When the flowers dance

In the balmy breeze

You will hear my laughter

Like a melody

You’ll remember me

On a star lite night

When alone you stand

In the pale moon light

I’ve been planting memories

On the road of life

IF I PAINTED YOUR SOUL

If I painted your soul

I would pick all the colors

From the sky after rain

And in rainbow above

I would pick them with care

I would pick all the pinks

To color your dreams

And enrich all your visions

I would pick all the blues

To describe love so true

Like the color of heaven

Like a dream, I see you

I would pick all the yellows

To color all hope

Expanding horizons,

You alone live to draw

I would pick all the reds

To color you love

To color you blood

That like river does run

That like thunder it hits

In your soul causing

Ripples, causing haste

Destroying the hate

I would outline all colors

With a tinge of black coal

For the times that you cry

In the darkness alone

And in spaces,

Some places would be angel white

For the times you rejoice

In the brightest of light

No painter can paint

With a palette as beautiful

As the one within you

©Juanita Garcia Vera