M's Poetry
Mercy
Mercy
Mercy won't don't you come over me?
Sit with me for awhile
take a seat in my room....
So many wishes I had
but than the lightening arose
life threw a big curve ball
now I am stuck in this moment
I seem to reread the same old prose
the last words you wrote
on this yellow worn note
so stop these tears
I beg of a higher power now....
Mercy you seem to have vanished
long lost misery
too long established
and I want to break these chains
start all over with a blank page
just teach me how
to live sweet enduring words
Mercy I have come dirty
wrapped up in a imperfect blanket
take me now....
I longed to be rocked just like a child
kiss my head and hold me tight
how mama used to make me feel
like I could leave the bad things waiting
mercy please come to me....
And there she was as clear as could be
it's momma....oh I exclaimed how I missed you
she says I know child
I am here to bring you clarity
a gentle hand
wipes across my forehead
I am here once again
back in my old child hood bed
a smile creeps over my face
for a brief moment I am once again eleven
and momma is comforting me
how mercy has replaced cold and hollow
the dirt road....now paved golden
how in my dreams I walk with you
mom my voice of reason
mom my angel of mercy....
2006@ Megan Watkins
Mercy won't don't you come over me?
Sit with me for awhile
take a seat in my room....
So many wishes I had
but than the lightening arose
life threw a big curve ball
now I am stuck in this moment
I seem to reread the same old prose
the last words you wrote
on this yellow worn note
so stop these tears
I beg of a higher power now....
Mercy you seem to have vanished
long lost misery
too long established
and I want to break these chains
start all over with a blank page
just teach me how
to live sweet enduring words
Mercy I have come dirty
wrapped up in a imperfect blanket
take me now....
I longed to be rocked just like a child
kiss my head and hold me tight
how mama used to make me feel
like I could leave the bad things waiting
mercy please come to me....
And there she was as clear as could be
it's momma....oh I exclaimed how I missed you
she says I know child
I am here to bring you clarity
a gentle hand
wipes across my forehead
I am here once again
back in my old child hood bed
a smile creeps over my face
for a brief moment I am once again eleven
and momma is comforting me
how mercy has replaced cold and hollow
the dirt road....now paved golden
how in my dreams I walk with you
mom my voice of reason
mom my angel of mercy....
2006@ Megan Watkins
