I never had my heart stolen by anyone so grandas when I was three and discovered my sweet granddad my memories only go back to when I was threeIt was my first real memory that, to this day, I could see mama said my granddad gave me my namewhen I was...

It’s the words not spoken out loudlingering in the air like a dark cloud It seems silence is deafeningwaiting for, peace to bring It is like a train stopped on a trackit will only go forward or back there is no in-betweenat least none that I’ve seen Everything changes with timelike...

Natures bywaysnot cement highways Its flowering plantsmarching army ants squirrels racingplaying, chasing mocking birds talkingslow turtles walking ducklings following in a rowfollow mama where she goes Owls that hoot in the nightsearching eyes flashing bright trees branches swayingnatures symphony playing natures highwayYou are my way While others choose their roads,it is...

Lifes miles are years in the making.sound, voices, patterns, relationships making sometimes it’s a simple thing; it doesn’t take much to inventyou’re never questioning why because you’re living in the moment, You are caught up in taking in life,dealing with all the struggles and strife in time you find love in...

repost On a lazy summer, breezy dayGrandads garden flowers would rock and sway A more beautiful scene could not equateFrom The view I had from his garden gate My Grandad loved Planting flowers back thenHe would talk for hours about different kinds of them The beauty of light-absorbing butterfly wingsWhat does...

Life is a puzzle. Sometimes with a few pieces missingWe may not realize that fact until the end, and we sit wishing We regret we even started solving the picture of the puzzleBecause our eyes’ attention to the missing pieces leaves us somewhat muddled Anticipation grew while working on ita little...

I don’t remember ever utteringThe words I’m bored or any other such thing Having to do with a lack of entertainment for the dayI had too many rocks and trees around in which to play The voices of my siblings as we awoke on summer morningsWas s a soothing, happy sound...

Caregivers He always knew there would be no life for himselfCaring for his father, the sons’ dreams are shelved No dances, no dates, no staying out lateNo chance of sharing meals with a date Sacrifice means giving something up for anotherSomeone special like a father or a mother He would never...

Mother said I learned to read at an early ageShe said I was like an animal let out of a cage So many thoughts stuck inside my headI put them to pen and paper, so they were said Some days it’s better to write down your thoughtsSo your brain doesn’t become...