I met you at the golden gate
Where love and peace and heaven wait…
I asked you what you brought with you,
In a life review of how you grew.
You took my hand, and your eyes met mine,
And you started to explain..
Each step you took,
Each jump you made,
The places you went,
The homes you stayed,
All crafted and cradled in wonder and light,
The dreams in the day and the stars at night…
A single bloom,
The blasted gloom,
A brand new start,
A patchwork heart…
Your song to sleep,
A river deep,
To the mountain high,
And a well earned sigh..
These little things,
All packed up small,
Filled your soul,
From spring to fall..
As you’re called back home,
Where your path began,
A little boy,
To this fine young man…
Month: July 2016
Two Souls In Separate Rooms
Walls so thin…
Memories of moments we shared
Dreams of times I wish we had
my love for you keeps things bright–
so your love for me finds it’s way home-
it always does
You’re always near-
we r just two souls in separate rooms
The walls so thin
I can feel your beating heart
I miss you
I love you
A Girl Made of Moments
Her hair sweeps across one eye
with a pony ride and a kiss goodnight
her long legs run, on a tummy tickle
a Beana Bird and a Maddy Pickle
her heart is beating with a million “I love yous”
Brown sugar oatmeal
and new monster high shoes
her eyes hand you faith, trust,
purpose and hope
With all the times you said “sure”,
when your mom mind said “nope”.
Her ideas rush like Nymph Falls
Swirling, twirling and singing,
Won’t ever stop, this is just the beginning.
She’s still looking at me, now and then,
like a queen
But those days are numbered
like the countdown to pre-teens..
This girl is my heart, my soul, and my mirror
the moments we make will create who you see here.
i see her there
in my reflection
The moment passing
going no direction
just knowing I am changed
Moments…
Moments we don’t move forward,
Or back~
Moments we hoard like Halloween candy~
Moments we feel deeply, as they are etched into our skin like a tattoo~
Like a comic into smoothly pressed silly putty~
The slow motion rumblings as you are being peeled away from this perfect comic ~
Shaken by time ~
Pushing you from the delicately portioned ease into the next unknown~
We are going to be changed ~
Every future moment mixed with blended bits of yesterday’s ink.
Laundry
Until the last sock finds a friend 🙂
Why don’t I stay where the water flows slowly,
Where the breeze is gentle?
When you find the perfect spot,
Why would you wander?
The sun sets,
The clouds roll in,
You have laundry…
As you leave the pretty,
And enter monotonous,
take hold of a tired hamper…
Take hold of the necessary.
Carry it through, complete it.
Until the last sock finds a friend.
And all the while,
See the water that flows
in unending peace.
Today, find a picture for your mind
To keep when all you see
Is a pile of clothes
Worn happily