“Happiness” by Patricia Lawrence

Sun rising, sending rays

golden light moves into

my early morning life.

Stretching out kinks,

Cramps, left by

the gods of night.

Sleep walking into the kitchen,

make a cup of tea, half asleep

half awake, take time

feed the cat.

Leftover dreams swirling,

try to make sense.

colourful wisps of fancy

dancing playfully.

Blue light radiates

blank screen blinks

beckoning me.

Fingers drawn to

indented keys, making

involuntary movements.

The day has started, the cat

is out, tea’s gone cold

I’ve started to write

Nonsense flows, automatically

lines of letters stretching

across a blank screen.

A stretch a yawn, a thought

swims through confusion

words form, It’s beautiful

within, without

Patricia Lawrence is an Ontario poet, born on Christmas day 1938.   Her father ran a local corner market, where  the sign above the cash register that stated: "Since man to man is so unjust, we do not know just who to trust.  We trusted many to our sorrow, so pay today and trust tomorrow."  Yet despite this stark message, her father would extend credit and help to his many neighbours in their times of need.  There is no doubt that this planted the seed of empathy and wisdom in Pat that grew into her poetic talent.  Now retired, Pat devotes herself to local writing and poetry groups to share and refine her vision as expressed through her poetry.

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