Julia Mackay

Stockton , CA, USA

(Pen Missy-Kay-Gram-K-(B -May 29, 1908-New York. (P) Susan-Joseph-Horvath, (M) Chadwick. C-MacKay, 1945. (Ch) 1-son. Widow-for-29 years. (ed) High-School, 2-years, Junior-College-graduate. Nurse-Many-Hobbies-Active-In-Many. Ladies-Groups, active-in-crime-stoppers. My-poetry-started-age 14-my Favorite Poet, Edgar-Allan-Poe.


My Dear Son Lance

You entered my life like a deer, slipping
in and out of the woods.
You touched my life, as I stopped to
look at the deer, they disappeared
as quietly as they came.
But I feel, blessed, for having your
presence, and your gentle kind touch,
And gave thanks to, "God", for the joys
you brought to me - to fill the voids
in my life.
What a beautiful, beautiful, and
wonderful precious gift of love of life
Of a dear son, who is so dear to my heart
May, "God," bless you and
Keep you safe form all harms,
with motherly affection, your "Mom,"

Hospital Visitors Lounge

When you smiled and spoke to me,
I did not know what to say.
But it was like a streak for lightning.
and this was because, well,
It was like it was just you and me there.
I did not know what to say
But, sat down beside you,
And chatted way, and found out
that we both had sad feeling to share.
And I do think we gave each other,
A lonely serendipity time of the day.
I really enjoyed the chit-chat,
with you, the few moments we had together,
that day, in the visitors lounge.

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As I look out my own room window.
I am alone, my eyes travel,
Far and near.
Why am I here and alone?
what must I do, or seek,
To fulfill, what? As I'm 86, this year.
I do declare, I pray each day.
For me, for you, for everyone out there.
That the good "Lord", above
Has given me the most precious
Gift, better than gold.
A gift of a new found friend,
That she is a likable, loving person,
And is caring, sharing
Without a thought, she is
Loretta Riley


All poems Copyright © 1997 Julia Mackay. All rights reserved.