Lost Relatives!

Have you seen this baby boy? I met him once at a party - my place
held him in my arms, he's my nephew, and to Florida he'd gone as a child.
Have you seen this baby boy? He's grown up now with
a mind of his own and a heart a big as the sun, he's my nephew...
Handsome man this friend of mine, the blood to whom I'm related.

Between Friends

So I'm thinking this should be the title of our book.
It could be short stories about us, or between other friends,
or our partners, or past relationships.

It could be sad and funny and silly and dumb, but it has to be us;
our thoughts individually or exchanges we've personally had.
Our view on relationships or experiences in them, not intimate details
but intimate details - the kind that help others.

You're the writer, I'm the poet, you take pictures and I can't draw
but I will...it'll look like little kids - we can do that too -
inner children talking.

We're all connected and we have struggles connecting.
Let's do this thing, somehow.

Whatchuthink?

time flies

as the sun sets and rises again
I am reminded of my father's words
'life goes quickly after 30'...
what an understatement that is,
at 53 I blink my eyes and another
day is gone, months fly buy like the
wind in April and flowers blooming
only to be gone before I stopped to
smell the sweet fragrance
time is of the essence.

babies laughter

As I sit upstairs in the dark on my computer
I can hear the giggles of five year old Anthony
and Kamryn just 17 months yesterday...

Come smiling with arms up, each time I walk through the door
I must be doing something right, and I know my daughter is,
even though on some days childhood rears it's ugly head
and I am angry, reminded of some other world not like this one.

It warms my heart to hear the laughter of little children
never grow old if you can help it, but learn to be an adult
when it's time.

Keep on playing and laughing, it keeps your belly strong, and
gives you strength against the punches that will come.
Just breathe, and they will pass, just breathe, and they will pass.

Just breathe...

No smiles today

why is it that every time you are smiling and kissing on me
you're about to do something that is upsetting
things aren’t as I see them you say
hmmmmm
what eyes am I looking through today
the ones with rose colored glasses always finding the good
or the clear ones that say enough is enough

I love you from the depth of this soul I am feeling
and the hurt that keeps showing up - real or imagined
is wearing me thin, making me old and tired - I have more life in me
than this

and I am sad