Are You Ok?

How do you ask

Why do you ask

Well, I’m alright

yeah, I am.

 

We cannot predict this stuff

nod your head

show affirmation

let the tears come

think about …

children nearby …

grown adults

they’re watching you,

loving you,

thanking you.

 

Everyone in the room is

grateful

within the tears,

they are laughing together

celebrating  the beauty of you,

you, today, embody love.

 

Today you shine

as much as any other day,

yet,

everyone with shielded eyes

is taking their moment

acknowledging your time

realizing how precious

life is today

while we bid adieu

some way away

we would ask, wish,

know.

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Finding Voice

I walked outside and screamed at the bottom of my driveway,

only because I knew no one would notice,

well, they did, and their doors shut,

I stood in my neighborhood and felt completely alone.

 

The manicured lawns,

similarly styled rose gardens,

the roof repair and invisible fences,

street signs that suggested we all slow down.

 

I glanced around and decided to scream outloud again,

more doors shut,

the street seemed to empty in a silence

more apparent than I’d noticed before my unravel.

 

I stood there for a long time

watched kids on their bicycles take the corner before

having to coast past the man at the end of the driveway,

I realized for the first time I might have been noticed.

 

I walked back up to my garage,

played some music while drilling some wood,

the sweat on my brow, I wiped with my forearm,

I glanced at the street, a squad rode by … I waved.

I Have This Friend

Cares about people,

sacrifice,

will go that extra,

sort of realizes the game,

wants little recognition,

doesn’t really need validation,

just wants a good sense of healing.

Sound familiar right,

the sort of ‘friend’ we sometimes envy,

not looking for a lot,

except the well-being of others –

sure there are accolades,

people love to be complemented,

yet,

seems clear to me,

this friend,

only supports the beauty of others,

those healthy moments,

epiphanies are a remarkable reality,

for that soul with compassion.

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Have a friend like that?

I believe you do, I think we all know,

when we meet that sense of humility

long before entitlement.

I think we sometimes choose to cut down a fresh pine,

rather than allow the forest to grow …

I think we don’t realize just how naked we become.

t-

This is just a name,

with an occasional ‘boy’ added,

an utterance, an  endearment, a memory,

a thought brings a tear today,

to know

this man who carved my childhood,

my neighbor,

my kindly soul who always could be found

outside

living a full life

with a beautiful partner, tending their garden, living love.

~

I remember so many summer days, winter storms,

childhood moments where the honor of his presence

helped shape mine and so many other’s lives.

He is the quiet man down the street,

with the cherub smile,

the man whose heart always is in the right place,

where the chuckles that he and his partner (Connie) provide,

gave reality’s grace to lovely children

three beautiful people that today

with family in hand will say good-bye.

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We all have fond memories,

we love to recall the smiles, the humor, the human nature,

of a good person.

He is the man that one winter day, as I forged waist deep snow,

I stepped into his yard,

he was just finishing his walk,

the banks looked like that of a sculpture.

one step off the bank and I would be at the front door.

As I began, I heard him say,

‘looks pretty clean doesn’t it t

I laughed and said yeah, I’ll just jump right over,

He stopped, stood with his shovel,

hand upon hand upon handle,

a little perspiration mixing with an arctic grin,

‘I bet you won’t’ he replied.

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I glanced into the eyes of a special man,

who braved my childhood, taught me lessons

that for his children always held true with kindness.

I smiled, walked back to the street, made my way to his

driveway and found the clean, shoveled sidewalk

tapped the doorbell to roust his son out into the wintry day.

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He beamed, stood with his lance,

hand upon hand upon handle,

a little perspiration mixing with an arctic grin

~

‘It’s always good to see you t

I’ll miss you Don, say hello to everyone!

By Gone Days

If I were able to remember, I might rather not

continue to glorify living by a rope’s single knot.

~

For every afternoon I soak in a wistful memory,

I’ll easily pass on the fear of societal misery

~

While around me the world continues to age

I wonder what’s it is like to finally be that sage.

~

Because last time I thought about prior years

there came to mind an epiphany of fears

~

today, I look behind my walls to understand time

while the world moves forward, I live a life sublime.

~

I wish a memory might energize your state of mind

in the manner we used to think about, how we remind

~

ourselves that each living hour, each moment, second

chance we choose to pursue, becomes an amend

~

again, a reminder of our lives in the days before

suggest we give solace to knowing there is more.

Home, Then, Perspective

When I glance today, I can bask in a vague

recall of those times, young love, innocence

weren’t we all some time wanting the drag

of hours, minutes, years to give chance …

~

the streets are the same, rows of maple

I do have to try hard to remember just how

exacting my life had become in the pull

of finding myself, my world. When I think now

~

this place is where everything began then,

first loves, first loss, first reminders always

of just why our lives matter, our roots again

tell a novel ending to what began one day.

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When we were children, then, we imagined a sunrise

we didn’t think, then, about ever a need to be wise.

Hometown Waves

On the corner, in the local market,

walking old familiar sidewalks,

feel the energy, the constant racket,

hearing voices familiar talks.

~

i drove past my childhood in several

different avenues, and smiled

a lot, while occasional stark recall

suggested I’d been a little wild.

~

I recalled the night in the lower breezeway

she was as willing as I that night,

to talk about anything that mattered that day,

just being there was surely a delight.

~

Though the streets were all sort of named,

I could only recall the eyes, and faces

everyone today just seemed more aimed

at handling aging with certain graces.

~

Driving through town came across the Sun

streaking across the sky, just so close

to jumping inside, say hello to your one,

yet today wasn’t the right way to close.

~

So i continued along our, your Grand avenue

wondered about a smile, a real person

working the machines, each day ideas anew,

thought another time, a newer reason.

~

My hometown, I posted a pic and a grin

to realize we were much older then,

today, we just reasoned how we might win

this battle of aging, less scarier than

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the innocence of childhood, of young adults

living out their lives with such similar results.