24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I love to write because it is a fun way for me to express myself. Writing is a great way to reveal the inner most thoughts of my heart and mind. I’ve written a few short stories and a book of poetry, but I am currently working on a children’s book series that focuses on building financial independence in a fun and practical way. My latest children’s book is entitled “Dollars With Sense,” and it is a continuation of my financial literacy efforts. Although I love writing, I also enjoy singing, writing songs and providing encouragement where ever I can. Although I am a visually impaired person, I have never allowed this to stop me from achieving my goals in life. I look forward to sharing, learning and growing even more during this marathon as I become a better writer during this experience.
Just a smile can make the difference
between a good day and a bad.
When you feel like giving up
a smile like a sweet caress
envelops you with love.
Just like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day.
Enjoying a home cooked meal with all your favorite things
A smile warms your heart in much the same way.
A smile can make you feel special deep down inside.
it’s not hard to share
and the cost won’t even break the bank.
Up
high up
Up is high
high is always up
high up like a cloud
Clouds float up in the sky
the sky is blue with white clouds
the clouds rise up and over the mountaintops
the mountaintops rise up and over the valley below
the moon is up higher than the sky and the mountaintops
the moon is up higher than the sky, mountaintops and the clouds
yet, up has even more with the stars that twinkle and shine at night
the sun is up and shines over all, never yielding its glory to anyone.
except when darkness covers the earth and the moon smiles down
Just look up tomorrow and you’ll see another day.
My crown and glory is my hair.
Thinning though it may be
when it looks good,
I look and feel good too.
kinky, curly, wavy or straight
my hair represents me.
It is who I am.
When it acts the way I choose
I’m on top of the world
demanding respect,
and-
crying with a loud voice
without saying a word.
Look at me!
Don’t I look good?
Thick like wool.
Soft like cotton.
Long and flowing,
short and sassy
my hair demands to be noticed.
Although it’s not what it use to be
and may never be again
thanks to crochet, weave and wigs;
a beautiful comb, barrette, or a scrunchy placed just right.
My hair can once again take center stage
as my crown and glory.
What is your comfort zone?
Where do you feel most comfortable?
What do you feel most comfortable doing?
Are you more comfortable with people like you?
Or, can you adapt to those who may be different from you?
What is your comfort zone?
Are you fearful of what others may think
Do you care if others achieve what you achieve?
Can you be satisfied with less so that others may have?
Or, do you just want more and more?
There is no right or wrong in a comfort zone.
It’s all about you and how you feel.
It’s all about being honest to your own convictions.
and not pretending to be what you are not.
Saying one thing and doing another.
only creates a web of confusion
that sounds like a dog whistle
that nobody hears, but the dogs.
Time is important,
I’ve heard people say.
Time is illusive.
Time can get away
If you’re not paying attention
you won’t know where it went.
It just ceases to be.
We all have the same 24 hours
that makes up one day.
We all have 60 minutes
and 60 seconds thrown into the till.
Your day is not shorter or longer than mine
that fact is absolutely guaranteed.
What you choose to do with your time
can never be reclaimed.
I wonder if people with Dementia
ever really feel sad?
They seem to be in a world all their own
while we sit and watch them fade
from who and what they use to be.
Is it sad because we’re sad?
feeling helpless in our dilemma.
Do people with Dementia really know
the pain you feel
because you can’t reach them and bring them back
to the life you once knew?
The life they helped to create.
A life that is all but lost;
somehow erased never to be experienced again.
Where did it all go?
Their whole life is consumed by the here and now
No thought for the past,
no thought for the future.
and their whole life suddenly becomes your life.
you are now the care-taker
when you once were the child.
Is it cruel
to feel resentment, anger , and shame
when they can’t relate to what use to be
and all you have are memories of what was?
There’s nothing kind about Dementia
for those who have to sit and watch.
The pain is real,
but not for those who suffer with Dementia.
A friend is someone you can talk to
when you need someone to listen.
A friend may not know all the answers,
but they know how to help you find the right one for you.
A friend may not always agree,
but support is always there.
A friend will always remain by you
to show how much they care.
Some friends are temporary fixtures
carving a spot in your heart of hearts.
Some friends are in your life just for a season
leaving a void that isn’t easy to overcome.
Some friends are accidental,
a relationship never meant to be.
and when it’s over you lament the loss that grew out of necessity.
Some friendships develop as time moves on.
Like a fine red wine the value will increase.
There’s nothing you need to do.
Just be yourself because the connection is clear
they’ll stand by you as years go by.
and you have no need for doubt or fear.
Keys of black and white
lined up in a row.
twos and threes, a combination that makes a melodic sound.
Flat and sharp, whole note or half;
when they come together they make music.
Music we all know and love.
Music Unforgettable; like Yesterday. Do you remember?
Music of spring and flowers that bloom.
Autumn Leaves that fall and Wedding Bell Blues.
Words we all want to say,
but Without A song we couldn’t second That Emotion or Cry The Tears Of A Clown when no one is around.
Seductive or dramatic
loud or soft
when the first note is struck
we want to name that tune.
Acoustic, electronic,
baby grand or upright
it’s the player and the song
the voicing you can’t get out of your head.
late in the midnight hour you’ll remember
You’ve Got A Friend.
A friendly little rabbit sits in my yard.
He comes to visit every day just like he has a job.
He has a spot where he likes to sit all day.
He looks around the neighborhood, but has very little to say.
He’s fuzzy and black, a veritable sight.
He only moves away when day changes to night.
He seems to be studying the people as they go by.
He doesn’t seem to be afraid when little children cry.
He’s not afraid of the dogs when they try to scare him away.
He’s a cute little bunny, diligently working all day.
He never bothers the plants, flowers or trees.
I don’t know what he eats, but there’s no food from me.
Why is he there I’ve pondered in my mind.
I think this was his home before it was mine.
My husband and I built a home here you see;
now my husband passed on which left only me.
I’d like to think that rabbit was heaven sent.
A gentle creature of God’s love as a testament.
I know I’m not alone when the rabbit assumes his place.
Somehow this rabbit reminds me of my husband;
watching over me as I’m covered by love and God’s grace.
ears and all.
Keeping a watchful eye when people come to call.
Darkness is the absence of light.
pitch black;
silence
null and void.
shadows that cannot exist,
but they do exist
only in the darkness
in the unexplored places of your mind.
Darkness is a blank mind.
unthinking
unfeeling
no emotion
no where to go
nothing to do,
but what do you do?
Do you seek light
when there is no light;
or,
do you look for light
in the mist of the darkness??
What is light?
Light is the absence of darkness.
bright,
shining,
brilliant,
illuminating and revealing.
light that unveils the truth
that darkness tried to hide.
The truth
that everything
you need still exists
even in the darkness.