The wounds are tender
Daily life wears away at the scars on my heart
Memories of you help me heal
But through salty tears
They sting
Memories also make the sting burn more
All the firsts without you are especially painful
Will the hurt lessen as time passes?
Is this pain the price I pay for you gracing my life?
They say we cannot embrace our blessings
Without heartaches
Grief; it is devastating
But I wouldn’t give it up
If I had to trade away my life with you.
morning greets me with a pink smear across the sky
As the sun glows on the horizon
Golden hues
pale blues
Slate grays
Are all added to the canvas
The winter tree tops appear as foggy ghosts, blurring the landscape
In the chilly air, I feel the presence of love
It fills the emptiness in my heart
Turn the page on your next chapter
Don’t change; evolve
Crawl out of your personal sludge
If tears are shed, turn another page
Relish in what grows smiles
Push a boulder to close your cave
Emerge from your own shadows
Into the sunshine of chapter next
Look back only when you need to refuel
When the tank is running low, turn yet another page
Don’t let this chapter end unfinished or too soon
A reminder of love when hope is lost
A childish behavior at times works our nerves
But when we need to find our way back
We long, we cry, we agonize
Lost in the darkness of our darkness
Where are Zuzu’s petals?
A journey through despair with tinges of purpose
In the end, an epiphany on life, “I want to live again!“
He answers with the dried,velvety legacy in your pocket
Peonies of pink are a childhood foundation.
An angel who is not fueled by regulation
Treats and trinkets you lavished upon your every growing tribe
Remembering infinitesimal dates of others used to describe
Into generations your memory will take hold of
Children were the propeller of your love
I miss you daily while your photograph I gaze
Absence of you is my minotaur’s maze
Opportunity stretches
between the ages and beyond
A Centerpiece
An Ambassador
A Student
of life
no restrictions to their encounters
Their heritage fosters memories
A lifetime transforms
us all
This poem was written from a blackout poem. All words were borrowed from a magazine article.
Some days I wonder…
Does my life cycle
Come with one wheel?
I teeter to and fro pedaling endlessly
The rocky road pushes me off my bike
My race up the mountain is treacherous
The finish line often ends in the valley
The days my journey’s end is unobtainable
I will remember the wise words…
Life is like riding a bicycle.
To keep your balance,
You must keep moving
I remount and head for that mountain pedaling to keep my balance.
Red, green and gold
snowy blankets warm and cold
the kitchen filled with delightful dishes
the entire family oh so misses
one day soon we can all hold
our winter wishes
gathering together again for Christmas
Routine Queen; helps me function
Cat lover; his soft snuggles are unconditional
Mom; longed to be; an eye blink later 10 years in
Poetry lover; newly discovered passion
Runner; my way of staying fit and sane
Teacher: longed to be; now 20 years in
Friend; few, but cherished
Writer; didn’t know it was in me until recently bloomed
Sister; few by choice, but cherished
Wife; one of life’s accomplishments: 16 years in
Binger; Netflix, Prime, Hulu, on demand
Daughter; grateful for many gifts
Survivor; breast cancer warrior
Homebody; now being truly challenged
Inspiration from Day 23 SOL challenge
Dear Daughter,
Do you know how proud of you I am?
I try to tell you as often as I can.
You’re too humble and insist I stop.
I’d like to shout your honors from the hill tops.
I delighted in all your firsts:
steps, words, smiles, life’s thirsts.
I cheered at your concerts.
We rewarded you with desserts
I look back with boast;
looking onward to all the toasts.
All the heartaches broke me too.
But I had confidence you’d make it through.
Do you understand how proud of you I am ?
I will never stop; no way my little lamb.
Poetry 