You told me that you loved me but you lied You told me you’d never leave me But you lied You said that we had time enough To do what we wanted to do I fell in love, believed you But you lied. Why did you waste my time? Why did you waste my love? Why did you make me waste away in grief? Why did you make me love you Knowing you couldn’t love me? Even though you said you loved me But you lied.
- As a young child in the mountains
The snow was falling at night
One night my father woke me up
To see a glorious sight.
A majestic, white snow owl
Was resting on the well
We watched it for awhile
Until it flew off and broke the spell.
2. Later in my childhood
Alabama we chose to call home.
Instead of snow we had sand
And wildlife liked to roam.
One day while I was out playing
My mother suddenly called to me
She had seen a red fox nearby
She thought it would eat me up with glee.
3. I grew a little older
To the beach I would go
I’d always end up sunburned
Lathered up with aloe.
My friends and I would walk around
Trying to be so cool
When in reality we were burning up
Would have to jump into the pool.
4. In my teenage years
I became awkward, very shy
I couldn’t even walk past folks
And look them in the eye.
I fumbled through the classrooms
I marched with the band
I finally graduated
Was sent out into the land.
Glancing at the city, busyness awaits
Reaching for some peacefulness, beyond the iron gates
Everyone is rushing, no time to smell the flowers
Entering a greenspace, where you can spend many hours
Nothing but the fragrance of flowers in the air
Singing very joyfully, the birds swoop with flair
Pacing across the length of this oasis, hidden away
Accepting of the quiet, which calms your crazy day
Challenging the people, to cherish peace, not race
Everyone then can enjoy, this amazing greenspace.
Your prickly outer cover
Is adorable to behold
You tiny little black nose
Wiggles with cheer untold.
Your tiny little body
Just makes me want to smile
If I had you near me
I’d go the extra mile.
I’d give you lots of yummies
I’d give you lots of love
I’d give you lots of comfy stuff
That would fit you like a glove.
I’d talk to you so sweetly
We’d hold a dialogue
If I could call you mine
You charming little hedgehog.
I grow old … I grow old …
Over the years I have grown bold
I have sought out new adventures
Tried many different sorts of food.
I have traveled many places
Whatever suits my mood.
In my youth I was very quiet
My tears fell on the floor
Now that I have grown older
I’m not as emotional as before.
I laugh and smile,
I love to sing
I work with children,
Such joy they bring.
I aimed for the moon
But found the stars
Life is good
Even if sometimes bizarre.
So many things I like to do
I travel, karaoke, bake and write
I would rather keep smiling
I don’t like to fight.
I grow old … I grow old …
Yet I’m young at heart
Life is good
I don’t doubt my part.
Italicized lines are from T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Standing outside The cool wind makes me shiver The darkness envelopes me The clouds make the shadows flicker The night gets deeper. I close my eyes I smell the rain in the air I smell the damp grass I smell new construction The night is fuller. I walk slowly The fatigue makes me sway in place My entire form feels limp My mind tries to shut down. The night gets longer. I stand still The birds have gone to bed The rabbits are all resting The dog is sound asleep The night continues on.
To the child who struggles: When I see the smile light up your face It makes my heart sing loud When you accomplish a goal in your daily race My hands start up clapping, proud. A bite of yogurt goes in your mouth A word like, “Hello!” is released by your tongue Colours, letters, numbers, shapes Are things you struggle with, but they’ll come! Your tiny little body has been through so much, But I am here to help you learn and grow. Never give up, you will be just fine Your courage and humour will help the flow. Much love, Your D
Have you ever seen anything quite as tough
As a field of off white dandelion fluff
Some people love it, use it for wishes
They huff and they blow
Until the wishes it dishes
Others are not quite as fond of this flower
They will pull it, toss it
Take away its power.
The tiny fairy fluffs
They fly through the air
In lawns everywhere.
So if ever you see
A small fuzz so tough
Pay homage to the tenacious