Martha Nicholson

Elk City, Oklahoma

Martha Nicholson published her first poem, Blue Birds, at the age of nine. She is a retired Medical Social Analyst; has two daughters, two grandchildren, and one great-grandchild. She is a graduate of The Southwestern State University and The Writer's Digest School of Fiction. She has written articles; a daughter's biography, a novella and is writing a novel. The last year she has published poems in Anthologies; Carvings in Stone; The Best of The Nineties and Essence of a Dream, Spring, 1997. I love reading and writing Poetry for the cleansing of the heart and mind.

Forgotten Mary
Have they forgotten you Little Mary?
Loving Mary, Missionary Mary
The songs are sung
The crowds are gone
Disease took its tool
And you rest your head
On an invalid's bed
Dry your painfilled eyes, Gentle Mary
Time will go
Your health will glow
For your love for God is put to test
Your children will call you blessed
As do I
Sweet Mary, Patient Mary!

To A Dead Love
Once you were beautiful, alabaster, Radiant
Once you were the breath of lilacs, Spring
Once you were love eternal,
Love everlasting.
Once you were the Alpha and Omega,
But now, my love never again.
Now you are a cold memory.
A pain of despair on a sleepless night,
A memory wanted to be forgotten.
Now you are getting dimmer and dimmer,
No stimulation, no meditation,
Now at last I smile on a Dead Love

Sweet Times
Speak to me of Sweet Times my Love
Of Gaiety and Laughter and Love Ever After
Of Sunshine Bright, Blue Skies and Starlit Nights
Croon to me Tunes so Tender and Light
Dance with me on the Rim of Imagination All Night
Spin with me Lofty Dreams of Tomorrow
Where we'll Never Meet with Sorrow
Take My Hand and Soar With Me There
And I'll Rest in Your Loving Arms with Never a Care.