On a death

This is an older poem of mine, I wrote this for three special friends... But in the years it's sat on a paper I still haven't showed any of them 

Look right here Over vale and tear,

Vivid is the day.

(Even now so far away.)

In so much I can say.

Never will I not be pained.

Gloom somewhat holds me chained.

But happiness will abound,

As we remember the once sad man,

Is forever in God's hands.

             

                                           ~ Katrina

A small thought

This is not a poem, rather an idea or thought.

The floor,

Isn't it mysterious?

To think,

Men have died,

Blood has spilled,
People have fallen,
Children have played,
Water has ruined,
Goats have tread,
Shoes have worn,
Girls have fainted,
On a flat floor,
Like the one you are,
Or were just standing on.

                                     ~Katrina