Mark Sebring, Omaha, Nebraska, USA

A poem I wrote recently about my grandmother:

Bernice

They knew you were the class poet of your high school
but they didn't read your poetry
until after you were gone.
To them, you were just "Mom".
It didn't occur to them
that they never really knew you
until it was too late.
Is this the way it is for everyone?

I'm just like you, Grandma.
One day, after I'm gone, they'll find the box of poems in my closet,
and they'll wonder how I could have written things like that.
And no one will be able to ask me what they meant.

(c) 2019 Mark Sebring 

The One Dream That Matters

Id vs. Ego

Sometimes my desperation is not so quiet.
Sometimes my desire is too strong.
The heart wants what it wants, but I know what I have.
I know I'd rather be with her.

L'Amour Compte Plus

Parfois le soir est si noir, et solitaire.
Parfois.
Parfois mon désespoir n'est pas si tranquille.
Parfois mon désir est juste trop fort.
Parfois...
Parfois...
Le cœur veut.
Le cœur veut ce qu'il veut.
Mais l'amour compte plus.
Oui. L'amour compte plus.
L'amour est le seul rêve qui compte.

Para mi esposa:

Uno Sueño Que Importa

Hay uno sueño que importa,
sólo uno cosa significativa,
uno esperanza que yo vivo para,
uno deseo que necesito.
Por causa de usted,
mi vida vale la pena vivir.
Por causa de usted,
mi corazón sabe de alegría.
Usted me muestra que amor es verdadero.
La mejor parte de ser es estar contigo.

All Poems (c) Mark Sebring (2014, 2018, 2012)

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