When she was just two  almost three,  Grace helped Grandpa John In the garden, as happy as can be. Near the carrots, Oh, they weren’t nearly as grown, Grace found a gift She could keep as her very own. She unearthed a marble, buried long…

I close my eyes My heart sending out a silent prayer Let these memories stay with me At least these memories of today   I always tend to forget, I know Important things, precious times But just this once I want to Never forget, always…

You once told me that I was the light that guided you Whenever you felt lost A northern star or lighthouse Something twinkling and fragile Yet pierced through the dark nights I think of that when I turn on my nightlight The fairy nestled in…

A peach, small and plump. The promise of nectar for dry lips. Teeth press against fuzzy flesh and catch sharp edges of the pit. From his mouth falls a diamond. A flawless jewel concealed inside the fruit, A gift within a gift. Prometheus and the…

These streets are mine The waste, graffiti and grime The city I call home These streets are mine Till the end of time.

Goldilocks scheduled the meeting inviting all three bears on her management team A breakfast conference made all the better with ordered food from local Porridge House Noticing the bears were all in the waiting room she continued into Zoom strangely finding no bears Each had…

The gift I treasure most Is our compendium of memories Enough stories to span centuries But collected in just a few decades Like individual jewels in priceless accessories.

Gift She had a gift for music She could sing a song with flair She had a gift for music and She sang ‘most everywhere When she shared her music When she sang a simple air She gave us the gift of music It was…

Who We Were   When I look up at the stars, I think of you. Our six-in-the-morning car rides, eyes wide with dreams of after college, of holding hands city to city, of love that withstands time and five-hundred miles. Our midnight trips to starlit…

I come from a long line of brujas y brujeros Santa, Santo, santeros I have felt the Orishas work their way through me as the bestowed this gift upon me A message from the almighty The sight to see beyond the seen When the color…