Julie Ann Ledgerwood's Poems

the morning light of dawn streams in.
slowly my eyes adjust to the dim,
and i see the silhouette; it's him.
he waits for me; i let him in.

he slowly walks closer; he comes to me.
i know that his smile is for me,
but his gentle, caring face i cannot see.
i talk and he listens; for me, there's he.

his words are more than comforting;
his presence, more than reassuring.
his love i'd trade not for anything;
his life removes mine's cruel sting.

and though we reach out into the light
and though we try time to fight
and though mine is limited sight
i try to grasp him, his loving might.

each day he wanders though my mind
and as the strands of life unwind
i hope, i pray that i may find
someday his footprints next to mine.

6/13/97 ŠJulie Ann Ledgerwood 1997

Lost

Popcicles and fireflies.
Grass-stains on little knees.
Giant smiles and laughing cries.
Giggles from behind the trees.

Stories and summer.
Playing in Grandma's yard,
Catching flying specs of summer
With tiny hands, caught and jarred.

August air and crickets.
Childhood laughter and insect song.
Breathing air, thick and moonlit.
All is right, nothing wrong...

Until the story abruptly dies
As does the laughing childhood,
And they fade away, those fireflies,
And with them the world once understood.

7/14/97 10:20 p.m.
ŠJulie Ann Ledgerwood 1997

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