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


  1. Kim

    August 13, 2011 at 9:55 am

    Thanks everyone. I having find finding my creativity. Playing here and playing there. 🙂

  2. Beautiful Kim! Thank you for sharing.

  3. Fabulous poem and so inspiring too, thanks for sharing you heart


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