Nostalgia
Why do people become nostalgicThe brain fires up, and there’s a hit memory banks open widescenes poor out that cannot hide days of oldcolors me gold Shining days come thrutrying to break free from blue Those summer days on dusty...
Old Bridges
If you are looking for me today,follow our path. You know the way past the grapevines sitting by the ridgeyou’ll find me atop of the old girded bridge I’ll be staring at the tadpoles swimming just beneathin the clear glassy...
Takes a mile to Smile
On long days of feeling sadnessI dig deep to find my gladness Events around me each dayAlways try to block my way Writing releases the anxiety insideSo I don’t run off and hide From the kind of person I need...
The Key Word
I have no words to say todayA broken heart now my display I never saw it coming, but it was thereI was preoccupied with my own cares How did it all fall apartLeaving a trail of broken hearts Silence was...
A Mother’s Love
Loving your child is unconditionalimperfections and all The days of their youth storedIn your upstairs memory doors Memories of picnics and lazy daysGlad you took the time to play The way she held her headThe smile revealed love was said...
Mother Mended Us
There were always patches on our clotheshiding lots of minor rips and holes we never knew our clothes weren’t newwe thought we were the privileged few How could we ever have knownin your world, we did not belong we felt...
Morning Dance
Sitting quietly in theshadows of the morning, Watching the starsLights as they are blinking No people sounds; most tucked in tightWaiting for the alarm of light A masterpiece in front of meNo paintbrush stroke could ever free The images across...
Rain Drops
When the rain is fallingThe sapling starts calling Please give me a little drinkMy roots are dry, so I think I’ll dry up and blow awayIf you don’t visit me today I need your gentle raindropsSo I can produce abundant...
Hillside Paintbrush
There was a time and place many moons agoWhen in youth, we traveled down a country road Across the pasture on old docs’ landDirty-faced children with cousins, we would band Youth on our side was all we would needOur imagination...
Do not tire out
Do not give up, do not tire outTurn the corner and take a different route Things will change for good in a little whileThere is no way for you to turn up the dial Life will come to be just...