What Crosses My Mind

  • While Eyes Remain

    Shapes and sizes, designs alter the world around us give us all indicative signs decaying lives incredulous ~ While eyes remain the key Sheltered in shadows we see ~ A cosmetic journey it becomes wardrobed fashion and trend we all know how love succumbs pretty lives in highlights defend ~ While eyes remain the key…

  • Indescribable Love

    When everything else is put aside, the need to have is forgotten, the eye on the prize becomes a secondary notion, for the forefront becomes our living breathing soul ~ she was born into our world suddenly vulnerable in need of touch, we did reach out I held my little girl and everything around me…

  • My Moon is Wonder

    I noticed as the sky erupted with sole beauty mystique always at hand, nearby holding court wide in stride we recognize our humanity aims high, always illuminations to report. ~ I do recall as a child in my quiet obstinacy often a long stare, in wonder of a still glance until one day a friend…

  • Happy Father’s Day

    When I think of days I remember you, I think of stature, a man in the kitchen, always ready with a smile, a look, a glance, to indicate your quiet awareness, of everyone around you. ~ I remember the day we sat together, while you told me about a guy named Satchmo, and there he…

  • Proud These Tears

    There was that moment, when standing, holding court together, we merged our simple lives, with smiles, I’ve watched you grow, a calculated beautiful person, we all knew you were from day one, when I held you in my hands, 6:38 PM, my life changed that day, and yet I still managed to be human, on far…

  • Family By Mom

    I was reminded again why I love you, because I can cry with you, laugh with you, imagine you, and know you’re always the same. Generations of all of us now become the you we one time only imagined to be, in the watchful eyes of Mom. Today we look the same, act the same,…

  • When Priority Screams

    When that was real and time suddenly slowed, I stood alone, I wondered, I couldn’t hold ~ my own, I needed a shoulder, somewhere to talk, couldn’t imagine the fear in every step I would walk. ~ The blur of what was seemingly important just minutes before, became a trivial memory of dust. ~ When…

  • Recalling Distant Voices

    A photograph brings me just back there, that was my childhood, yours too, all of us real, a time when we could rely on others to hold our hands, to brush away our tears, to help our lives feel strong and worthy. They would, she and he, glance upon our lives, watching over with eyes…

  • Another in the ‘love you to pieces’ series …

    Sweet Love; Unconditional Time  ~ As when a young child, a singular verve Took aim with your passions, love swept the sky While autumns passed, identity’s rounding curve Became her guidepost, explore, and ask why ~ Always an answer, steady move forward Conscious appraisal, an elegant yearn Would certain acknowledge desired word, In fascination eyes…