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Little White Dove

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Rising, falling,
Gliding, flying.

Mantled in whispers of cloud,
Little white dove blissfully endowed.

Rising, falling,
Gliding, flying.

Softy embracing a heavenly tone,
Fly little white dove in skies unknown.

Rising, falling,
Gliding, flying.

Little white dove rise beyond the dance,
Through the power of a rhythmic trance.

© Chrissy Siggee

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Lost – (September is World Alzheimer’s/Dementia Awareness Month)

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Lost

Tears roll down her sunken cheeks
Sorrow falls from all she seeks
Memories
Where have they gone?

Silent weeping, full of dread
Photos stand beside her bed
Treasures
No longer mean a thing.

Recollections of a lifetime friend
She cannot comprehend
Inquires
What was her name again?

Misplaced images, shapeless faces
Times past gone, she embraces
Snapshots
Within a puzzled mind—

Unsure of the man beside her lies
Sleep won’t come to heavy eyes
Confused
Why can’t she remember?

Dark hours bring loss and sadness
Barely surviving utter madness
Loneliness
Tortures a baffled mind.

Laughter echoes through the day
Someone brought a big bouquet
Mystified
Who was that nice young man?

Foreign words, vague identities
Now she speaks obscenities
Misunderstood
Unable to say things clear—

Caring physicians calm her protests
Guide her through painless tests
Frustration
Why can’t she tell the time?

Rejecting yet another embrace
To just become another face
Heartache
Mirrored in her children’s eyes.

© Chrissy Siggee

This poem is dedicated to those who suffer from Dementia,
Alzheimer’s and to those that have been forgotten.

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Roof Top Dancing

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tap, tap, tap…
thud, thud,
bump bump.

repeat

There is someone on my roof…
It sounds like they are dancing.

tap, tap, tap…
thud, thud,
bump bump.

repeat

I wonder if this roof is dance-proof…
It wouldn’t be for elephants prancing.

tap, tap, tap…
thud, thud,
bump bump.

repeat

Who is dancing on my roof?
Toward the eaves they’re now advancing.

tap, tap, tap…
thud, thud,
bump bump.

repeat

I sneaked a peek to find the proof…
To do this, it took some chancing.

tap, tap, tap…
thud, thud,
bump bump.

repeat

There is someone dancing on my roof!
— It’s three galahs belly-dancing.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galah

© Chrissy Siggee

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Riverside Peace (the poem)

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There’s something about a river
that draws me to its side
Effortlessly advancing
toward a lake or sea.

With abundance of freshness
it’s filled with life and health
Uninterrupted flowing
beyond the distant fields.

From gentle humble beginnings
– a fact of life itself
Amazingly appealing
amid a lonely past.

Whispers of the river embrace
the peace renews my mind
Majestically embracing
yonder pathways I see.

© Chrissy Siggee

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