It’s funny the memories I thought carefully tucked away came to life for a few brief moments on this quiet rainy day A faint glimmer of red and gold Flashing colors hurrying to unfold Ears of corn, some yellow, some red It’s Indian corn, my grandad’s voice said I remember thinking...
Waiting to watch Mama Waltz againSitting here waiting with all her friends Mama’s last waltz took her so far awayBut Mama will waltz back soon on another day Under the gazebo erected just for herThere she patiently waits for her mister Together they will dance until their hearts are contentOut of...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
