Christine D. Patterson
While everyone is sleeping, I walk through the conscience of the mind from the day before. I hold hands with forgotten words like compassion, empathy and hope. Hearing their stories of how they were once respected, but now they have been out cast and have faded away. These words go unheard of for hours and sometimes for many days. They take my hand once again and walk me to the horizon of this world. They bow their heads in shame because hope is now terminally ill. They shield their eyes because dawn approaches their small world once again. I gently tuck them back into the silence of the night. The dawn is now in my sight. I pick up my pen and watch my army of words march from paper to your heart, soul and mind. I am a dreamer and I must keep these words alive.
My poetry books are based on what I see in this world of today. I do not sugar coat the poems that I write. Truth is much harder to except. As poets, we write the words on paper. It is up to the reader to acknowledge and comprehend the meaning.
My novels are for the readers who like to take the road to the unexpected not knowing if you will make it back or not.
My children’s books are for the ages of 3 thru 7. The books teach colors, numbers and friendship. The books also give me a chance to put a smile on a child’s face when their day is not going well. .