What Crosses My Mind

  • While Wandering Many Years

    I remember, when as a child, I noticed for the first time, beauty, the sort that remained with me, for the rest of my life.   Oh it came in a smile, a long and enduring hug, a remark a passerby whom might notice, or help or assist, or wonder, rather than showing some practiced…

  • When will you … begin to teach

    Recognize my value as I walk past you. Each morning moving towards my class We cross paths like a silent movie venue. Me, eyes closed with smile like breaking glass. Afraid to engage you for fear of ridicule, Always watching over my lonely shoulder Wishing people might see me less a fool More genuine; realizing…