Song Birds

By Cathy Young

More Than May

The Rose is growing more and more

Each passing day.

As the tears of rain wash the pain

Away.

The waterfalls fall upon you as you

Stand in place.

Although cleansing and refreshing

It takes you to bay.

As your roots grab a hold of

The earth.

Your blossoms open to express your

Mirth.

All this takes place in more months

Than just, the month of May.

August 11, 2009

By: Cathy Young

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 29, 2009
• ISBN: 9781467851411

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Thank You Rose My Dear

I praise and more than thank God

For yester year.

As I thoughtfully thank God for my

Mother Rose, who’s so dear.

All the past things are like the puzzle

Pieces that draws near.

I thank God for tribulations and trials

Of yester year.

And thank you Rose my dear.

August 15, 2009

By: Cathy Young

Rose Shine For Me

Rose my dear you see,

You don’t realize how much I

Love thee.

Through my darkest night I see

Your smile shinning like

Sunlight.

Rose shine for me.

I’ll give my only life

For thee.

Because you are apart of me

The flower from God the Father

And me.

August 11, 2009

By: Cathy Young

Mother Has Changed

My mother isolates herself within her own

Four walls.

I can hear her tears fall like waterfalls.

Soft, delicate, unspoken, unheard is the

Vocabulary of my mother’s secret words.

My mother throws her un-forgiveness beneath

The sea, as she prays to God one day she’ll see.

Mother has changed from the way she use to be.

August 14, 2009

By: Cathy Young

Mercy To All

Mercy it’s you I call.

Mercy you’re the compassion

Above them all.

Mercy go free and stand tall.

Mercy share your compassion

Abroad to all.

August 3, 2009

By: Cathy Young

I Admire Earnestine

Earnestine stood by the

Rose even before she was

Even