"Enigma & Other Poems"

by

Elizabeth Jane McDonald

No one knows her like I do.
No one knows her at all.
She's always there,
Yet out of sight,
Just waiting for a call.

She's warm, she's nice,
The dearest friend
That anyone could be.
Yet, only I have ever seen her
Once she's been set free.

She moves with grace
Into my life
Whenever I should call.
She warms my world,
She fills my life,
She lifts me when I fall.

No one knows her like I do.
But, if she gets around,
She'll meet some friends,
She'll find a home,
She just wants to be found.

A Day at the Window of Life

Sitting alone,
peering out the window at life as it walks on by.
Sitting alone,
peering out the window at others as they fly.
Sitting alone,
peering out the window as I hold my head and cry.

Thinking alone,
wondering if I ever had a chance.
Thinking alone,
wondering if I would have liked the dance.
Thinking alone,
wondering if I would have gotten a glance.

Talking with friends,
about my choices and failures and how it seemed.
Talking with friends,
about my chances and hopes and what I dreamed.
Talking with friends,
about my plans and prayers for a life redeemed.

Sitting with friends,
helping each other through life as it walks on by.
Sitting with friends,
helping each other to learn how to fly.
Sitting with friends,
helping each other through times when we cry.

Wondering

She was wondering how.
She was wondering why.
She was wandering around the room.
She was laughing out.
She was crying hard.
She was filled with fear and doom.

I saw her at the window.
I saw her looking out.
I saw her cheek that was wet with tears.
I watched her as she crossed her arms.
I watched her as she walked.
I watched her count her fears.

I saw her at the window.
I saw her looking out.
I saw her dry her tears.
I watched her as she stood up straight.
I watched her as she walked.
I watched her calm her fears.