His smile will make a flower bloom
Like sunshine hitting over you
It feels a bit like morning dew
While burying your sorrows in a tomb
His smile is a community garden
Your wounds he will certainly pardon
He can make a heart unharden
It’s like my soul he’s always guarding
© Delia Ross. 2019
Pain after sunset
denial and regret
It’s now ten after sunset
you haven’t admitted anything yet
Blame during sunrise
But never a tear in your eye
Aim for shock and surprise
It’s so much better when they cry
Shame morning and afternoon
You’ll catch him singing the same ole tune
Same lying up under the moon
He wasn’t born with a silver spoon
© Delia Ross. 2019
Dark hair brown-eyed boy
get to know me
There are fields of gratitude to plow
The crown of my joy
and topic of every story
With you anything I’ll allow
© Delia Ross. 2019
The world sleeps
It passes noise for confusion
Sleep for delusion
Death it still creeps
© Delia Ross. 2019
In these pages he’s alive
In these words we do survive
In these moments nothing but time
Memories without a hard drive
We get by, we drive, we fly
No suffering when amongst a friend
But these words won’t bring him back again
No these words won’t bring him back again
The days on pages never end
The nights play out as you intend
He’ll heed the call when you contend
But these words won’t bring him back again
Said these words won’t bring him back
No these words won’t bring me back
© Delia Ross. 2019
And there upon my epitaph shall say, “died in the womb”, for life never existed and the heart was a broken tomb.
© Delia Ross. 2019
I travel by poetry-
Words are my train;
I go many places,
inside my own brain.
© Delia Ross. 2019
