The older I get, the simple things become more important and I am learning to be okay with that. 8-23-2024.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,