What Crosses My Mind

  • He Stood On Memory

    Can you sing me a song like they do on the radio? the kind leaves the kids smiling in their beds. Can you sing me a song like they do on the radio? The kind leaves the kids smiling in their beds. ~ I remember when I was only a child in the summertime listening…

  • 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,…

  • The Sitting Hours

    I always looked forward to the late hours, the night flying by with dialogue and absurdities, everything we could say we believed, and more importantly, we loved, We did delight in knowing we could look in each other’s eyes, well into the twilight, all of us, whoever might have chosen the time, or simply allowed…

  • The Visit

    Though the time was ever so brief, I knew her magic, felt her presence in image she strolled the avenue, only to suggest there is a reality. ~ When wonder shines upon human mortality, we often let confuse the notion of our existence left aside when fate quiet speak. ~ I did in solemn journey…

  • 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…

  • She

    When recognizing how far we have come, she is always standing welcome, When after a serious fall we need support, she is always holding court, when we couldn’t possibly talk about it, she laughs with smile at our sarcastic wit when wondering just how dark the night sky she’ll be there to help understand why.…

  • In The Quiet

    Her voice, for years my guiding melody, such sweet surreal knowledge. When I was a kid, I remember wondering if always unsure, was she walking or going away, the tears wouldn’t stop, I waited, that’s when I learned the true meaning of abandon … When I can sit and write these words, how might I define…

  • When I Walk

    I use the sidewalk most of the time, that’s what I’m told. If I walk in the street so sublime, I might be thought old. When I was a child we used the pavement, back then there weren’t walks we could stroll on the left side, no argument, while having one of our talks. I…

  • I Am A Teacher

    When I was a child and the autumn leaves began to turn I would listen to my mother while we walked to school in pace Her gait a proud posture evincing energy’s evolved sojourn Me walking by her side, carrying my lumber (a trumpet in case) I love this time of year When summer’s time…

  • A Bully Moment (Will There Be Shame)

    Today’s ‘moment’ Came in a picture A little boy And I do mean little ~ Young enough to cry Innocence that creates naïve Mystery mixed in with the ugly Reality of actions that may Resonate throughout his Remaining childhood ~ If childhood exists any longer ~ I see the boy standing With a badge of…