Little Elves

It’s rather late, I hear a sound
It gives me quite a fright
Little elves come have come around
Please clean my house tonight

I see you darting here and there
From the corner of my eye
I know I’m not supposed to stare
But even still, I try

I don’t mind you living here
Or visiting once or twice
Your presence gives me lots of cheer
I prefer you over mice

But if you want to sleep in my home
And nibble at my food
Maybe you could contribute some
Helping hands would be good

You could sweep the floors or beat the rug
Maybe take out the trash
Put dishes away without breaking a mug
It isn’t too much to ask

I hold magical creatures dear
If you want to stay, then come
But you have to earn your place here
Freeloaders are not welcome!

Copyright © 2017 Ashley Uzzell

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Beauty Revealed

Your eyes are downcast
You turn away at my gaze
I know your flaws
I have my own
They do not define us
So do not let them
When I look at you
I do not see a cast-out
I do not see imperfections
I see beauty
I see generosity
Kindness to friends
and strangers alike
I see a role model
A person to be admired
So keep those eyes skyward
Keep that chin raised
Let me see your lovely face
Let the world behold
The one who holds my heart
Illuminate us with the beauty
Of your soul

Copyright © 2107 Ashley Uzzell

Rebirth

I will soon unmake me
Forever forget the past
Everything now broken
Will be fixed at last
 
I will wipe the slate
Start again, anew
I will soon create
Someone brand new
 
Someone who isn’t weak
Someone who doesn’t feel
Someone who’s not a freak
Someone who is real
 
No more lonely days
Worries plaguing the mind
No longer a lost stray
Someone no one can find
 
I will make this reality
As good as my dreams
I will find my clarity
In a far different scene
 
I will soon unmake me
Forever forget the past
Everything now broken
Will be fixed at last

Copyright © 2017 Ashley Uzzell

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I Am Mother

That is my name
That is my job
That is my purpose
I once had dreams
Goals, hopes for a happy life
Things I wanted to do
I was once young
I was once a woman
Now I am Mother

My children flourish
They grow so quickly
I adore them
I would never want to be without them
But they are all I know
The only true relationships I have
I was once well spoken
I was once content
Now I am Mother

I am not a woman with children
It is no longer a title
I have become this title
It is all I am
Not friend
Not lover
Not confidant
Not human being
I am only Mother

How do I go back?
How do I find that girl?
She was lost over the years
Murdered by bitterness
By sarcasm and harsh words
Ignored until she disappeared
She knew happiness and hope
But she is gone forever
Now I am Mother

Who will I be when the children are gone?
When they are grown
With lives of their own
Who will I become?
Will I find real relationships?
Or will I continue to be alone
And lonely
Will I only ever be
Mother?

Copyright © 2016 Ashley Uzzell

Truth Revealed

A dream
a happy place
I stand with you
we laugh and dance

Gave everything
all of myself
You accepted my love
with smiles

One day I see
the dark truth revealed
Your love was fake
my heart betrayed

Lesson learned
I give my love
To no one now
Heart safe and sound

One day
I shall heal
Ready to try again
ready to trust another

Yet I will
still be wary
Searching for signs
of fake love, of disinterest

No more lies
no more betrayal
I will be more careful
next time around

Copyright © 2016 Ashley Uzzell

Little Toes

Prancing around the house
Like the footsteps of a baby deer
On tippy-toes
To reach something too high

Giggles and squeals
Because “This Little Piggy” tickles
Twirling around
Like a tiny ballerina

High pitched laughter
When Mommy plays foot phone
Cries of protest
When time to cut toenails

“Mommy, ouchie!”
And I kiss the boo-boo away
I stroke them gently
As she falls asleep

Mommy’s sweetie
And her little toes

Copyright © 2016 Ashley Uzzell

Song of Benjamin

A breeze begins, tossing grains of sand
It blows dead leaves across this barren land
Stirring the ashes left in my hand
No one lives here anymore

Skeletons of animals litter the ground
Skeletons of buildings are all around
Even ships are rusting, sunk in the sound
No one lives here anymore

I eat dry food I can barely taste
As I sit here alone in the desert waste
Wiping ashes and grit from my hands and face
No one lives here anymore

A house with broken windows stands across the way
Toys in the yard indicate children used to stay
No longer, now on those beds only ashes lay
No one lives here anymore

The silence is deafening, no bugs dare make noise
No more birds to chirp and sing with joy
No mothers calling, laughing girls and boys
No one lives here anymore

I could not save them from this hell
The hate and greed that in their hearts dwelled
Drove them mad and soon their world fell
No one lives here anymore

Why could man not love each other?
Why not see your own species as your brother?
Why kill your own families, your father and mother?
No one lives here anymore

Here I am all alone, a dead world and I
And though many, including myself, have tried
No matter what, it seems I just cannot die
I will live here, evermore

Copyright © 2016 Ashley Uzzell