Daddy's Little Girl

  Here I am at fifty-five years old
     wanting my dad, for me to hold.
  One last time for him to hear
     and whisper I love you ..in his ear.
   I think of all the time we did waste
     running past each other in a haste.
   The roles he played for him were set
     so closeness for us, we didn't get.
   The daughter he wanted, I couldn't be
     The father I needed, wasn't he.
   Somehow through this time we endured
     and found our love was still shared.
   So at times likes these, and Father's Day
     I sit and ponder, wanting to say
   Dad, I'm still that little girl
      held on your lap, hair in curls.
   If I could go back all those years
       I wouldn't be sitting here in tears.
   Tears of pain, feelings that I missed
       the gift you gave me with a kiss.
   So with my sadness, and a prayer
       Dad, in my heart, you're always there.

                
    Kay Elaine Ekwall
                             copyright l999
                  
              
Touching Souls

I want.....
    To reach out and touch your soul
    To stroke you and make you whole
    To cradle you in my arms, like a baby
    No longer possible, since you're a lady.

I wish......
    To heal in you all your pain
    To make sure it never comes again
    Only love in your life and harmony
   Opened doors so you can see
        ...all the wonders of life I've given to you
           so many possible futures to view.

But, all I could give you is the breath of life
    I cannot take away all strife
Each person's job is inner healing
   To do it for you  would be stealing..
     ..your chance for joy coming from inside
     ...with God's guidance, no need to hide.

I would, If I could take on all your pain
    As I  did bringing you to this life again.
But your pain is yours alone to bear
    And with this knowledge, I can only share
    What I have learned, the paths I've taken
Some wisdom learned and some forsaken.

Here my gift daughter, for what it's worth
   is a womb for your rebirth.

              
           Kay Elaine Ekwall
                                   copyright l999
                My Memory Album

Perched upon the edges of time,
       billowing clouds of nostalgia
                               overcome me.
Pognant memories of peaceful days,
       of innocence, of blindness (perhaps),
              slide stealthily into my mind.
Memories of children laughing, playing,
       bright Christmas mornings,  
              eggnog and pumpkin bread.
Tables laden with extravagent
       and delectable morsels
               tantalizing my taste buds
                        ....even now.
Faces so dear and long since gone
      come out of the mist to me
               and say....love.
Precious, tender moments spent,
      in loving you.....loving me.
Lovingly, I close my album of memories,
      sadly, maybe, but glad to have had them,
             open to creations of a new future
one not yet dreamed of....and I smile..

                      Kay Elaine Ekwall
                         copyright l998
                  To Jamelle

To Jamelle, a child
                     so dear and fair,
A girls with
                    flowers in her hair.
A child born
                    in a strange place,
She came in here
                    so full of grace.
A heart as big
                   as all out doors,
And, in her mind
                   I found the chore.
So strong in self
                   and realized,
That she had always
                   opened eyes.
Into the heart
                   she had the sight,
While others
                   floundered in the night.
And she,
                  a caring being too,
Into her circle
                  she did drew,
Friends that hale
                  from near and far,
Helping each other find
                 out who they are.
We are but
                 earthly dwellers  here
A short time
                 for us this body to wear.
And, if this
                bright spirit may pass by
Tell her I'll love her
                from on high...

                  Kay Elaine Ekwall
                     copyright l998
               To My friend

A new friend like you is a treasure
     more precious thatn the purest gold
        in a chest that's now opened
            a new relationship to behold.
As we unlock each hidden door
     with silver keys from our past
         sharing lifes' experiences
             helps new friendships to last.
Like a song you've written
         on the pages of my heart
             your tender words touch me
                 where others cannot start.
To share with you my deepest thoughts
         a pleasure from me to you
              with heartfelt thankfulness
                    is what I give to you.
        

                          Kay Elaine Ekwall
                            copyright l999
           To Laura

To Laura....
        my dear, dear friend,
So full of surprises
        you amaze me.
And now, your life is
        changing, re-arranging
               the pattern.
You're so afraid, of what?
        the same things
              we are all
.......afraid of.......
Fear of the unknown
         a journey - a leap
                into space.
The feeling of
       F
         A
            L
              L
                I
                 N
                   G
And not
       being able
               to stop.
...is this what you feel...

I wish I could
       help you...but
I can't make
       your journey
                    for you.
However,
       I can listen,
              I can understand.
And share
       my fears with you.
You're not alone
       my friend.
...we journey together.....

         Kay Elaine Ekwall
          copyright l987