Poets’ Corner: Mary Patty
This week’s poet is Mary Patty of Osceola, Mo. Her sister is Elleanor McKee, who writes the Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room column for The Mirror.
First Impression
Sadly I have come to know,
Famous sayings are not so.
I have heard the old expression,
That a lasting first impression,
Always carries great impact.
That’s a theory – not a fact.
It doesn’t pay to bite into,
Anything too much to chew.
Poor advice – and so I say,
Forget it. I have had to pay.
Fallacies they are indeed.
And for now I shall not heed
Sayings. In my new adventure —
Nothing works with a new denture.
My Son Joe
Once a lady said to me,
With such a pleasant smile,
“I’ve no children, for I know,
They’d really cramp my style.”
Style — perhaps — but only that.
I’m sure she couldn’t know
What it’s like to have a son —
Grown up — and that’s my Joe.
He once brought in homeless cats,
Also … a mangy pup.
It seems he did so many things
I did, when growing up.
He has come home with the dawn.
I’ve had some sleepless nights.
He has bent the fenders and
He’s had a couple fights.
He has left the bathtub black,
And clothes piled on the floor.
He has left his room a mess —
I could have told her more. …
About the joy — for when a boy
Is grown — how nice to know
The boy has changed, a man remains
A son — and that’s my Joe.
Repentance
Dearest Lord, I thank you for
The soul you breathed into
The dust I am. I hope I can
Return it Lord to you.
Joyful once, a happy soul
A soul you made so pure,
Shackles of my sins, my soul
In pain must now endure.
Saddened now my starving soul
Is longing so — for Thee.
So am I because, dear Lord,
It is a part of me.
Dearest Lord, I’m sorry for,
The many wrongs I’ve done.
My sins are in the nails I know,
That crucified Your Son.
My soul is longing for you Lord,
And now I wait for Thee.
Forgive the sin — please live within
The soul You gave to me.