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 …

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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

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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.

Always This Laughter

I remember even in the darkest days, your smile would remind me,

a life exists beyond the torment of our own self pity,

we must relish the beauty of the day, and focus on the love we share,

together in this moment with each other nothing else matters.

I would brag about your prowess with the crossword puzzle daily,

feel pride when’the rest of the story’ would echo Paul Harvey

the radio sound in the background whenever the afternoon sunlight

burst through the room. I remember you were there, content

in your quiet and reflective aura, the one that drew us all to you.

We were all in love with your spirit, your intellect, your ability

to see the future without having to define anything beforehand.

We just waited and listened and loved the melodic nature,

your wisdom our gift, our privilege, a heartfelt truths, we were

blessed to be raised with as every season of our lives

became yet another passage of time. We did find love in you.

We did feel fortune in the two of you and how we became,

all of us a part of you, in memory of pensive smiles, we continue.

While dad led the way, all of us quietly knew he was as fortunate

as any of the five of us to have you as our matriarch,

the now silent fury of passion that drove your mind to exemplary

forces of will to teach all of us to believe and know true love.

I can hear you laughing, we can hear you laughing because in a flash

we know you are love, we are blessed to be a sketch of your love..

Laughter, Please

When I glance I want to see smiles,

no matter the time of day,

to see happiness can go on for miles

there’s really no other way,

to describe how vital our lives can be,

and how quickly drained

we might become if unable to see,

the beauty maintained

in a pretty reflection of who we might

imagine ourselves to feel.

We have to recognize that every night,

we are never alone to deal

with quiet sadness, departures from good.

We can live together,

get along with the world so close we could,

really love one another.

We need to know our lives are free to please

we need to know that hereafter

there’s a way to get through our day with ease,

laughter, please, laughter.

Society

People tend to run when noticed by others

They’d rather cry alone

People tend to run

Instead of recognizing sad truths

People wish to be removed

From serious interactions on a rainy day

Beside a cloudy morning

When eyes just begin to waken

Sunlight’s heat draws energy

Delightful to our skin

Refreshing and thriving

Well before a thought ever enters our mind.

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People tend to run when noticed by strangers

Hearts exposed their lives become

A deep expression

Of love’s forgotten memory

When we allow humanity to fester

In the common hallows of Society

Homeless and hungry

Playing tricks on the avenue

Fighting for game in the streets

Burglarizing our freedom for a fix

Yet each morning in the summer air

The sunlight beckons our physicality

Despite the sweat soaked garments that become home

Daily in our walks

Searching for food

Seeking a life

Away from the pain

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People tend to run when noticed by Society.