Your best days are the ones you liveWhen you gave all you had to give With No regrets, no looking backThere are no more options on your track As your life passes before your eyesYou see all the happy and sad sighs, As the memories pass nearYou now have nothing to...
Life is a window looking outOpen it wide; don’t whisper, shout When you find you have nothing to doGet outdoors, change up your view Don’t sit and wishGet out and fish Watch the squirrels as they racePuts a smile on your face When water meets the skySnap away as you sigh...
The little girl was displacedRegarded as trash, a scorned race The Indian Removal ActAn ugly governmental fact Their ancestral homelandThe government banned West of the Mississippi River, they wentTo the designated area now sent Exposure, disease, and starvation along the routeMany more they would simply shoot. Many died on the trail...
Some days, it seems we are a feather in the wind We start out somewhere, never knowing our end Can you gather the scattered feathers nowLong carried by the wind, I don’t see how We cannot recoup the year flow fastThe newness of the feather can’t last Traveling flight paths with...
The first chill of FallThe wind shifted today and brightened my moodSummers out the back door, ushering new moons I like the first chill of autumn; It heals my inwardPainsBrought on by old age, it passes by like an old freight train I watched the Animal Antics as they played from...
When the roses are in bloom, they wash away my gloom. When the Hummingbird flies Inside my heart, I sigh When the squirrels are chasing tails in the air, racing. I hear the turtle doves COO, It’s a sad little blue, That seems to melt my heart through. When the leaves...
Some days, the memories flow On other days, no thoughts will show The mind is such an incredible thing, and yet it can be so fragile The edges of clarity it can bring, then shadows invade for a while The days and weeks seem to fly right by So many happy...
Her heart bleeds and is now forever brokenbecause too many ugly words you’ve spoken It would be best if you moved on down the roadDon’t look back. That is the dating code The lady gave you many chancesBut your words hurled deadly lances Now she’s moving on aloneSo, please don’t call...
I saw what I wanted to seeI arranged it how I wanted it to be But the photographs reveal it allit took me years to finally see the fall Smiling faces and laughter aboundI took it in. I loved its sound The smiles that I snapped that dayAs I look back...
School Days The smell of Mom’s baked cookies hung in the sultry Air.The Children alight with sleepy eyes, and a line forms to a bathroom. We all share Brushed teeth and washed facesAll lined up orderly in our places Sack lunches clinched tightly in our fistListening to mamas dos and don’t...
