This tree roots are damaged, and Branches falling off. A big water. pond that holds, It in placed. Yellowing brown leaves giggles. All around it, In the. Peek of Summer. With, Cool breeze.          

little ones call out bury the past if you will our spirits still rise

You are with me like a sacred hymn your name  is love, your poetry too you come to me, in spirit singing dancing smiling blowing away stress to  distant skies, across the sea.

“A mouse woke up bit-by-bit, And decided to become fit. It filled its water bottle to the brim, And headed off to its local gym. There it got chased and beaten by an old lady with a stick.”

A constant moving canvas, always a masterpiece, but never quite completed, a lifetime of work that keeps building and growing. Family moments, and memories, loves lost and found, mistakes made and lessons learned, each experience another brush stroke, adding more beauty, colors intricately blending into…

fly that wheel cast your reel see who bites better than the line you used to walk on grease and service fatigue   so happy you found home sing to the mountains dance to your tunes give wisdom when they ask and silence when they…

Dear Christopher Robin   I wish I had been stuffed and left in your gentle hands.  That I was raised like Eyore or Piglet.  Unafraid to tell you when the darkness came.  

I couldn’t do anything I saw her laying there Her spirit had ascended To the heavens Where the lord awaited her With open arms and forgiveness. As I saw her lifeless body Under duress being resuscitated And shocked back to life But she was no…

Moonlights to shine on in. Darkest times. Of the year. To feel, The sunny heat. From ozone Ray’s of chaw. Scares eyes that can see.  

I never meant to  hurt you. Drowning in despair, I let your hand go, but only for a moment while I fought to save myself.   If you love me, tell me, why was it so easy to give up on me?  Was I not…