Catherine Frain : Writing

Autumn Days

Autumn Days

A Poem by Catherine Frain


Sunlight filters down,dappling the ground.Bare branches becomea huge playground,to safely fall among the leaves.Golden hues layamong the autumn green...
Be my Rock

Be my Rock

A Poem by Catherine Frain


Where are you,When I need you the most?In my most troubling times,I just dream of being held.To shield me from these terrible thoughts.Give me a reaso..
Blossoming Love

Blossoming Love

A Poem by Catherine Frain


My love for you has blossomed.You are the sunshine that makes my smile grow.You are the reason that my flowers grow.My love for you is shown on them.Y..
Bombardment of Memories

Bombardment of Memories

A Poem by Catherine Frain


I lay in bed and sigh as my hopesand dreams flash before my eyes again.I lay on my side, facing an empty half of a bed,my thoughts traveling to you on..
Broken Hearted

Broken Hearted

A Poem by Catherine Frain


It was November of '12.A beautiful fall night,when it was that youasked me something thatwould change my life forever.It was November of '12,when thes..
Broken Men and Makeup

Broken Men and Makeup

A Poem by Catherine Frain


Sunlight was pouring down from aboveilluminating the world around us.You saw the brightness,signifying the hope you buried within,I saw nothing but da..
Brothers and Sister

Brothers and Sister

A Poem by Catherine Frain


I know that I haven't always been here for you,Like I should have been.I am the eldest, and you are my sister and brother.I should have been there for..
Change is Unwanted

Change is Unwanted

A Poem by Catherine Frain


Change is unwanted, unwelcomed, in my world.A sudden and complete change in my normal pace.Unwanted, unwelcome, not easily accepted.The world that wis..
Christmas Preparations

Christmas Preparations

A Poem by Catherine Frain


Oh no, just hours till Christmas!Gifts still need to be wrapped.Lights delicately put up,Illuminating perfectly decorated trees.Ornaments hanging with..
Cold is a Harsh Knife

Cold is a Harsh Knife

A Poem by Catherine Frain


Cold is the deadly knife-that was plunged into the beating heart of thy enemy.The blood of thy enemy now lay on your hands.The pale white skin, staine..