Replay
If I could push replayThe memory to pull up today It was a sunny day in JulyA scattering of birds in the blue sky A lazy day in summers endWith my dog mustache, a faithful friend We head down to...
September
you can never return to SeptemberThe things behind you burned bright now,only smoky embers Look straight ahead to days before youThe things you lost only make you blue days in your past created the moldYour memory will record and hold...
Whispering Winds
Whispering winds unseenFlowing shadows of green Limbs gently swayingVoices are saying The leaves days numberedSoon, Branches unencumbered Green will turn to bright firey huesYellows, reds, and oranges against a sky blue The whispering winds won’t lastWinter will make new shadows...
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...