BIG SISTER

I’m not sure what you were at first…

you never went away.

you made all kind of noises

and you laid around all day…

Mom and Dad seemed to like you

and when you smiled…that was fun

but with you in the house I had to share

I was no longer number one.

Then you started following me 

and soon enough I found

I didn’t mind sharing them with you

in fact I liked having you around.

We have a unique opportunity  

you, little brother, and me…

we get to practice on each other

the people we will be.

You will come to me when you need help

and right off the bat I want it known…

although I won’t solve all your problems

you won’t have to face them alone.

I wasn’t so sure about you at first

but now my feelings are quite strong…

I kind of like when you follow me…

I’m glad you came along

And I will do my best to encourage 

to love and to comfort you

for I am your big sister

and that’s what big sisters do

THE DAY THEIR DREAM BEGAN

Their love has been a blessing.

some would say…

a work of art…

whenever 

and

wherever they walk

their hands are never far apart…

They have always shared their laughter, 

their tears

their hopes

their fears 

their dreams…

and have often wondered if love

is

as easy as it seems…

They have shared their dreams forever

at least…

as long as anybody can

and they love to look back 

and remember

the day their dream began…

THE SILENCE OF THE CROWS

We are blessed to walk in nature where everyday her routine unfolds before our eyes

but every now and then we’re blessed when she gives us a surprise.

Each morning like clockwork thousands of crows set forth

crossing the sky just above us…as they head out south to north..

We usually hear them before we see them…in loud gatherings they fly

calling out to one another as they nonchalantly flutter by.

Today a strong wind was blowing which meant those intelligent crows

with an understanding of aerodynamics…would be flying rather low…

We watched them skimming neath the wind almost touching the water…

or just above the ground

and were amazed how this line of normally boisterous crows…never made a sound.

We could hear ropes hitting masts of ships in the marina 

sounds the wind makes when she blows.

We could hear the waves crash upon the shore…

but we never heard the crows.

And when the crows are silent…when they’re as quiet as a kite

We are treated, in that silence, to the beauty of their flight.

Flying and talking to one another…the beauty of their harmony flows

but there is also quiet beauty in the silence of the crows.

Some of nature’s beauty is in her routines…

her nightly sunsets and daily sunrises

but every now and then she reminds us…

there is beauty in her surprises.

POETRY IS...

Today’s poem was suggested to me…

and for me it travels down a a circuitous route…

There is something different about it….

see if you can figure it out…

Poetry

is

love of words

written beautifully

backwards or forwards 

up or down…

words

flowing effortlessly…

rhythm and rhyme 

complementary 

words 

me

touching

You

mind to mind

heart to heart

soul to soul..

You

Touching 

Me

words

meaningful

…words

beautiful 

…words

of love

is

poetry.

SOME FRIENDS

How is it some friends can make us feel happy

make us feel whole

reach down into our hearts

and find their way into our souls?

TIME TO LET HER GO

As her hand slipped into his for the last time

his tears began to flow…

for he knew

after a lifetime of holding her hands in his

it was time to let her go. 

A LONG POEM FROM A BRIEF ENCOUNTER

I saw him before I saw her…(I believe she was holding the door.)

There was a far away look in his eyes as he shuffled his feet on the floor.

I felt a twinge of sorrow for him as he slowly labored past

Each step seemed so difficult…more challenging than the last.

I saw her next when she caught up to him and I thought how nothing could compare

with the smile on her face as she helped him to his chair.

She fixed his hair, she straightened his clothes with an ease, a tenderness…a grace

and as she tended to his every need that smile never left her face.

I did not know this couple whom I assumed were man and wife

but as I watched them endure the ravages of age I imagined younger moments in their life.

The moment hey first met, when they fell in love…when they lived in younger skin

I imagined them with friends and family…imagined all the places they had been…

A lifetime spent in love together was not difficult to surmise

I saw it in the gentleness of her touch…and in the sparkle of her eyes.

When our eyes met for a moment I saw how her smile was masking her pain

and I thought how the more her husband slips away…the more her love remains.

I believe when we happen upon one another…even momentarily in a day

from every brief encounter…we take something away.

It may be a look…a smile…a glance…a gesture from afar

that finds it’s way into our heart and reshapes who we are.

As I left my brief encounter and walked to my car in a misty rain

I thought about that moment…about how she smiled through her pain…

and though there was a hint of sadness as I drove home by the sea

it wasn’t her sadness…it was her love…I took away with me.

A love so beautiful…so everlasting…so quietly proclaimed

It made me smile when I thought of it…

knowing I’d never be the same.