1/18/21. Dedicated to my husband of 41 years.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
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
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
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…
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
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,
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay