Sacrifice

Sacrifice
by Susan Morrison Jones

Hold me
Love me
Make the pain go away

Love me
Cry for me
Words I never say

Each strike of hammer
Each blow of stone
Each fly that won't leave,my blood alone

But hold me
Love me
This I never speak
Ah, just to feel my mothers hand cool
my fevered cheek

God my Father
Forgive them all
The words I say
Hush, enthrall

I will die this cruel death
give myself
my very last breath

Strange to die
To live again
This I do to save

All Men

Time is My Enemy

Time is my Enemy
A Poem by Susan Morrison Jones

Time is my enemy
                 its steady momentum onwards
                        bringing its blessings of experiance
                           and the curse of old age

Lines, they grow on my face
                 maps of where I have been
                         skin once blooming with youth
                             sags with times heavy embrace
A figure once envied
                 by my peers
                          now wallows with accumulated indulgences
                            and I grow old
My mind is filled with visions
                 of what I once was
                           what I could have been
                              what I have missed in life
While equal to my days
                  I have succumbed
                             to the weight of my years
                                 And time drapes into my flesh
A minute by minute war
                  of your own eyes truths
                               and your minds fears
                                 mirrored before you
The gifts of time are many
                   a two edged sword of wisdom
                           the bitter edge of mortality
                               memories of the life lived
And time, once my friend
                    is now my enemy.