Petals lovely in a delicate blue
Fragile and few
Leaning in,
See the lines
And the damage
The imperfections unique
Held too tightly
She collapses
Extinguished by force
Her fragility
Was transparent

A Beautiful Day

She asked me to explore with her
And her tiny hand grabbed mine
We touched leaves and collected flowers
She splashed every puddle
And giggled all the while
So thrilled when we painted the flowers
To hang on the fridge
Her laugh stays with me forever
And I can’t see her smile enough
The color yellow will always remind me
That she wanted to spend time
And giggle and paint

Christmas Memories

Delicate cookies baking in rows
A tower of lights twinkling
Mystery packages with sticky bows
Footie pajamas and puffy over-clothes
Long nights and cold, cold air
Anticipation everywhere
Album art with snow-themed scenes
Icicles hanging from eaves
Fireplace with dancing flames
A cup of cocoa each
Television specials and variety shows
Being tucked in
And kissed on the nose
The night before rich with tradition
Dreams bursting with intuition
Childhood Christmas was blessed
Peace and joy to the rest

The Way

Wandering though the dark
I find a hand to guide me
Tripping over unseen obstacles
I get back on the path
The underbrush grows thick
And I lose my way
Fashioning a tool
I cut my way through
A small light at the end
Makes me press on
I emerge with scrapes and bruises
And find you were always there

Gone with the Wind

Big dreams
Big schemes
Ruined by war
Marry often
Marry for profit
Always wanting more
Do it yourself
Don’t settle for less
Break men’s hearts
And deal with the mess
Persist though famine and drought
Never wanting to be without
He would stand all he can
With the baby gone he ran
Would she see another day
With a broken heart
None could say


Worlds within bubbles
No words to speak
No exchange of ideas
Or liquids we leak
Echo chambers
Of fear
Losing our grip
Needing increasing pain
To form a tear
Blame all around
And no one in charge
Only thing in the city
Is an enemy at large

What Remains

Digging through drawers
Clearing the pantry
Dividing mementos
Fighting for claim
Blood against blood
Stealing her name
Forgetting the love
And the foundation of faith
They tear and rip
At all that remains


A light scent and a warm breeze,
A tune that melts the worries away.
Weightless, touchless, sensory void
Receptors blocked and muscles relaxed.
Energy pulsing at a low voltage,
Just keeping pace with the lub of blood.
Fading and stretching into nothing,
Life evaporates into dusk.

For Love

Pruned trees and painted houses
Plateaued careers and stale marriages.
Groomed children and polished cars
Swimming pools and 3 car garages.
Sheltered from rain, and the outside world,
Until tragedy sneaks in to the tiny circle.
When friends must comfort and console and aid.
Gifting food and time and labors.
For the first time, the did something for love.

When I Was Little

Your arms enveloped me
And your hands covered my head
When I was little.
Your words comforted me
And a held hand protected me
When I was little.
You taught me to love
You taught me to grow
When I was little.
I used my hugs to heal
And my words to comfort
Shared my experiences
And gave you a legacy.
You will always be larger than life.

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