Lily Pad


The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
Maya Angelou

My Lily Pad

Sitting in a pond

I see your pacman smile

I had never foreseen

You would wait a little while

Just wait a wee longer

My Lily Pad so strong

I coming to see you soon

It really wont be long

My legs are sore and tired
But my spirit is soaring light
Can you hear the whispers
Of the quarrels and the fights?

My mind needs songs of silence

And my heart needs tender care

Oh Lily pad of mine

Don’t worry, I’ll be right there…

Kim Larocque