THE GAZEBO
The charming Gazeboa quiet place you can go A retreat from life’s chaosContemplating a hurtful loss A place of sweet serenityFlowers abundant your eyes see small or large, ornate it stoodelegant or rustic, made of wood That gardenlike park you dream upOverflowing thoughts will then erupt A place for you to...
The Past Begins
It is our past that shapes our futureThe times when we hold tight to endure We grasp at the memories; they push us forwardWe grab hold tight no time to be a coward Most of the life fights are inward-bornLife’s daily struggles on the inside worn Only we can salvage ourselvesWrite...
Intermission
I am settled in my heartYears of stops and starts Dogs and cats and children allLife was full, I do recall School daysChildhood plays Summer vacationsWith three at my station Daddy always thereLaughter filled the air Days I fondly rememberNow, In my elderly September I close my eyes and smileWe lived...
September Lies
Sometimes requests are simple yet complexAnswers hidden deep, the heart becomes vexed Deception is a game of no winnersYes, you say, we all are sinners Kindness is born in the heartUgliness simmers in the dark Your Lies can be erased, turned aroundIf you would Let the truth be found Lives fall...
Absence
It is the blank pagesThe Lost Children’s stages Days of laughterThat filled my rafters It hit my brainThat is my sad refrain What was missingMy constant wishing The sounds of gigglesThe playing and wiggles Sweet smiling facesNo stressful traces So deathly quietI miss the riots Those days have now goneNo more...
Youths Door
The empty years of lifeRush in with regrets and strifes The only if I had didReflecting on your kids Old age has settled on meMy limbs cut off my tree No longer at youths’ doorMy mind is screaming for more Days of running carefreeAll my children and me Drinking carelessly with...
Hearts Divided
What will never beIt makes it hard for me What could have beenForever is a no-win It’s hard to climb the wallBecause it only brings my fall But I climb it anywayIt’s not for you to say My heart doesn’t match my mindSo, Trouble lurks so close behind I live within...
Remember When
It is funny how only when we’re older we recount timeIt always seems to be only good things, days sublime Stories mother or daddy told us as we sat quietlyListening and taking in every word, eager as could be The stories of their childhood, a time when things were goodBut their...
