Violated

 

His hairy legs remained a foot apart

Her body lay half nude

His darkened eyes drifted now and then

This experience was very new. 

 

In her mind she heard a call:

Be wary of this man

You’re in a place you should not be

Get out as soon as you can.

 

She saw one hand and felt one too

His knees pressed between her thighs

Her life flashed before her eyes

She prayed and said her good-byes.

 

With bloodshot eyes and quivering lips

Rage echoed through her mouth

Her face glowed with bitter stress

As somehow she rolled her body out.

 

She quickly leaped to the front door

Unlocked the bolt with trembling ease

He sat there stunned alone again

And fell down to his knees.

 

The wretched man then stood up tall

As she made her quick escape

She bolted down the common hall

Turned and shouted Rape!

 

People came from all around

Doors were opened wide

The man was beaten black and blue

She wondered if he’d died.

 

He lay there bleeding all alone

Looking worried and very scared

She turned away to face the day

Glad that people cared.

 

The Ivy Sea

Growing and growing,  

 

up and down the rock hill  

 

Finding a way, with a very strong will.  

 

Branching and reaching,  

 

to heights once unknown  

 

Defying the odds, moving all on her own.  

 

Tenacious and careful,  

 

determined to spread   

 

Confidence and vision, 

 

while passing the bread.  

 

She climbs to the mountains  

 

and down to the ground   

 

Impresses many people 

 

and lives safe and sound.  

 

Ivy Sea, Ivy Sea,  

 

like a fountain of wealth  

 

Worthy of much happiness 

 

and years of good health.

 

I wrote this poem in honour of Iona V. Campagnolo, former Lieutenant Governor of BC, also a former Federal Liberal Cabinet Minister under the Trudeau Administration. Her initials are IVC [thus Ivy Sea], and her life branched out much like that of the Ivy plant.

 

Rosius Sindi

 

This rosebush, like Sindi, is looking ahead,

  

While she remains strong in her bed; 

 

The petals and marrow are almost ready to bloom,

 

As she looks forward to being back soon!

 

This poem was written to honour my incredible friend, Sindi Hawkins, just before her first bone marrow transplant; I planted a rose bush for her in my Maple Ridge yard. She lost her battle with cancer in September 2010. The rose bush has since died too but Sindi's spirit stays with me always.

Independence

 

My lifestyle so structured

Behaviour sequenced

Take away one sign post

And I become very tense.

 

When the pattern is broken

And my mind sits on hold

An other’s intervention

Leaves me out in the cold.

 

Striving for independence

In a world so confused

Can be a struggle, a challenge

Some win and others lose.

 

 

Loving The Children

 

 

Loving and caring examples are we 

Who work for the children and families of BC.

 

Listening and hearing the voices out there

We build the momentum for everyone to share.

 

We look at the research and find the best way

To bring out the best in our children today.

 

Literacy, protection, education and care

Highlight our efforts to help and be fair.

 

We focus on people and communities too

First Nations, the gifted, the challenged, the new.

 

In partnership, we find the problems to solve

Creating a healthy environment for all.

 

Our specialty programs are leading the way

To help BC’s children each and every day.