Poetry

It's the end

It's the end
the story is over.
There will be no more worry.
There will be no more angst.
I'm sorry you couldn't find another way.
I'm sorry life got so hard.
I'm sorry you couldn't see beyond tomorrow.
I'm sorry to let you go.
I'll miss your sense of humor.
I'll miss your amazing photos.
I'll miss watching you finish our garden path.
I'll miss your playful spirit.
I'll miss your tender soul.
I'll miss my son.
I'm proud to have been your Mom.
I'm proud of the man you were.

Moments to hold onto

The song playing
the one I used to hear
when the stress was at
the max
and it helped me
remember to
Breathe

Sudden sound
something flashing
at the edge of vision
then climbing high
into the sky
suspended for a moment
then diving down
a hummingbird
a pair of hummingbirds
at play

The brightness
of a flower
just before dusk
somehow seems
to glow
and say, "I'm here"
in the fading light

Poetry

Growth

There are times when growth is right at the surface. Our resistance to seeing the truth can create incredible stress and pain if we allow it. What follows is a series of poems I wrote in one such moment.

Poetry
Sexuality
Life Lessons

What's that fear

Does the fear I feel inside myself
have anything to do with you
or is it really about something inside of me
something which colors my view

I'm starting to think I project
these feelings upon your soul.
The truth, is likely more difficult,
I think I own this hole.

So what's the real risk in knowing?
What I'm unwilling to see
when I start to worry and fret?
What's going on in little old me?

Poetry
Life Lessons

Magic Carpet Ride

I met a new friend one day
seemed no one else could spy.
She was small like an elf child
with a mischievous sparkle in her eye.

She moved her finger in invitation
and ran off down the street.
I followed her close behind
not knowing who we'd meet.

We came upon a willow tree
and up the tree she flew.
I moved with hesitation,
not having any clue.

We climbed higher and higher
right on out of that tree.
There were clouds all around us
as far as the eye could see.

Poetry

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