What Crosses My Mind

  • When A Child Believes

    A child is born into a quiet world Given a slap, a gasp begins their day, We listen with intent, a cry today Oh to hold child in hand, love we twirled.   We didn’t know about an adventure, One designed wholly in passage in rites, Sweet is innocence drawn beyond night lights Swift shadow…

  • While Sitting Alone

    The picture window, my guide to the world around me, could be a rainy day, I watch the slick survival of a city, might now sunshine cast shadows, while domesticated bird houses offer a gallery, for my child-like eyes, to always wonder why.   Soft fabric of the green sitting chair, matched the other nearby,…

  • When I Was A Child

    I remember I could believe in magical things, the diamonds we cherished in wedding rings On a sunny day, I could imagine I’d see forever when rainbows appeared, I would run until never. ~ When I was a child I recall all of my scary dreams were mysterious inventions of my fears it seems. While happiness,…

  • Little, Man

    ~ What I want is my life to be this simple without worry of having my innocence taken away. We look at ourselves in hundreds of ways each one a still life of who we are. An orderly day amidst the chaos of nature mingling with concrete. He hasn’t any desire to see beyond the…

  • Yesterday

    We read about it on the news, that they would tell us, back then in the wired age, we didn’t really have to wonder otherwise, we knew they were dying, we saw the pictures of the massacre of innocent lives with the bombs dropping, little kids watching with eyes wide open, unable to see their…

  • In A Child’s Eyes

    You are my hero, whom guides me, softens the blow, when my reality is slow, in order to allow me, later on after time, to truly know. Then why I ask, my mentor, would you defeat my sense of beauty of elegance that natural world of delight with your caustic self aggrandizing perpetual lunacy. ~…

  • This Child Again

    This child again listens to the echo, keeps calling, speaking in quiet tones, when once, the world was large, now no one really knows. ~ This child again, on sunny mornings, at the crack of a new day, would venture out, seek new horizon, fresh spruce and damp soil. ~ This child again, when death…

  • Follow Rocks

    I would walk barefoot as a child, seeking something over there, something unique on the other end, didn’t matter the moisture, stepping into creek waters, slipping and skinning a knee, while searching for that something unique on the other end. recall the glorious spring sunshine, bouncing reflective waves in soils driven by Nature’s progressive trail,…

  • When Hope takes Holiday

    The park seemed so attainable, safe, reachable, nothing sharp, or piercing, only the equipment that satisfied my eyes, always, morning through night, hours of fun she said, and insisted, and prayed that I might, then understand. ~ Before the storms arrived, I knew my ground, wished for fairy tale dreams, while searching the skies as…

  • The Innocent Lives

    I remember they are the reason we exist young spirits laughter contagious little steps freedom to dance anywhere while anyone watches We are so fortunate to know our lives are blessed delightful opportunity our lives relish in the spirit of their fabulous reality. Tea parties, house guests, quiet secrets they hide from us yet always…