A poem for Tommy:

I Have Rested As Your Guest

I have rested as your guest
under an old oak tree,

Been wakened from my dreams
by a buzzing bumblebee.

I’ve watched your brilliant sunsets
through the heat of mid-July,

And seemed a little closer
to your infinite blue sky.

I’ve seen the maples turning
glowing in the sun,

And walked upon a carpet of gold
laid down for everyone.

I’ve seen the blinking fireflies
under your stars shining bright,

And listened to the spring peepers
singing a lullaby at night.

As I smell your soil so sweet
I thank you, as your guest,

For giving substance to my dreams
While in your arms I rest.


By Sharon Lamar