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Month: May 2009
Gray Rainy Days
UncategorizedGray rainy days
Why we need inner sunshine
Why we need inner focus
Bringing light to the world
We fret too much, this and that
Making unnecessary choices
After all, we’re here
It’s always now, never sooner or later
Bright pink azalea blossoms in sunlight
They’re possible any day
Come rain or shine
Always inside us, waiting
Outside my window—
A determined blue jay
Squawking about this and that
I laugh; that’s me
The rain subsides
Giving way to stillness
Even that nature provides
It’s ours, if we stop our squawking
Then there are the clouds
Hiding the sun
So nature’s tears can soak deep
Into the thirsty earth
Gray rainy days
Reminding us, listen, hear
The rain singing on the roof
Reminding us, bring our light to the world
A Special Place Inside Me
Uncategorizedthere is this place inside me
i find myself there quite unexpectedly
without ever trying
a happy place
warm with early morning sunshine
just the hint of a breeze
turning grandma’s petunias side to side
on her green and yellow front porch
this place is grandma’s living room
i’m always a little boy
playing on the floor
next to the screen door
maybe this place is a wormhole—
an invisible tube—
connecting me to who i am
often when i hear the engine
of a small plane flying overhead
the low-vibration sound waves carry me to this place
this special place of comfort inside—
a place my grandma created just for me
this is a place of peace
where the better part of me steps forward
leaving the other parts behind
it’s always a gentle landing
like a cloud drifting across a perfectly blue sky
on a warm summer day
i always feel just a bit sad
when it’s time to leave
eventually we must all go
Red Tulips
Uncategorizedthey knew me
turned their heads
looked my way
made me turn mine
there we stood—
face to face
i loved them
first moment i saw them
bright red dresses
decked out to the nines
voluptuous vixens
dancing in the wind
a bit of déjà vu
soulful remembering
strangely familiar—
the smell of fresh baked bread
the sweet scent of lilacs
a springtime long ago
they invited me to dance
sing out with them
red tulips touch us deeply
especially on a warm spring day
when the sun holds death at bay
and each moment is an eternity
Memories on Mother’s Day
Uncategorizedshe’s gone, my mom
her memories linger
like her sweet motherly scent
the enticing aroma of her cooking
mothers are magical
no way to be without one
how they love us, even when we’re bad
especially when we’re good
she died way too young
only 59 in 1986
wish we had more time
so many foregone memories
we reminisce more
the older we get
the more of life behind us
than ahead
boys and girls need their moms
to grow, become men and women
men and women need their moms
to remember the eternal child within them