mementos all around, unremarkable remembrances of a life, long spent dog-eared pictures, news articles odd souvenirs from places she went… they clutter her room!

Sunlight in her eyes Early morning wakeup call Dream she can’t recall Beautiful blue skies Warm humid the day began

Hundreds of poems have I written Few have read them, fewer care But what bug have I been bitten? And why do I continue to share? I guess writing has me smitten

Just for Laughs We’re amidst a drought Save water, shower next week Make it really quick Save it for a cup of tea

The day I retired My skills didn’t diminish Nor did they vanish Yet, now I’m out to pasture As useful as horse manure

center For all the mornings I open my ey… And see the glorious golden sunris… I’m thankful! For the mornings I wake up next t…

Oh well, I thought I could write Something funny before night This crazy day, to make light And your smile, to make bright! Sadly, I have writer’s block

center Wake up sweet darling Let the sun caress you And let me kiss your lips Sweet as morning dew

center A secret passion; A peculiar indulgence She kept from everyone Except her conscience!

A raven cawed Fear struck my heart Chills quickly engulfed me All so unexplainably It seems so odd

worry and panic drag us down towards misery and despair often, we wear a big frown and love we can’t even share there’s no joy in the air

She’s my butterfly princess From the day that she was born Over fifteen years ago She’s my sunshine every morn Lovely lady she now is

One day in the garage we saw a big… It wasn’t moving, I thought it wa… Even so, I got a broom The critter met its doom My wife quite frightened, she won’…

center thoughts he expressed not in four words, but two he eats just once a day so, he’d cook just once too

In the porch, a swing painted whit… Where starry-eyed lovers used to s… Now empty in the morning sunlight For hearts no longer in unison bea… © F Aparici