Woman’s Love

Poems and Things

She was a breakfast, lunch, and dinner maker, and the world thought this alone would break her. But each passing day she grew in wisdom, learning to cherish her place, her kingdom.

Her pride crumbled, like a boulder at sea. The wind and the water stripping selfishness and greed. She became as her mother before her was; what a beautiful lineage of woman’s love.

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Loving

Poems and Things

I loved you with the loving
only seventeen could bring.
Now I love you in the memory
your wake has left on me.

I loved God with the loving
that exceeded you and me.
So I left the old me there with you
putting faith in what was true.

Now I love him with a loving,
running deep as a hearty spring.
His devotion and mine intertwine,
growing closer together in time.

But I loved you with the loving
only seventeen could bring.
Now I’ll love you in the memory
your wake has left on me.

My Limbo Lover

Diabetes is Just a Word, Poems and Things

I’ve visited Limbo, and the Upside too, and who saved me from those dreary places? Ah, well, he’s you.
Your love is so lovely, your kindness so kind. You’re exactly who I needed in those terrible times. When my tears stung my eyes and threatened to flood, you were there with the damning: a lettuce wrap, and love.

Worth Untold

Poems and Things

Be true to you.
There’s nothing to prove
in the worth that you brew,
but that my dear, you already knew.

You’re just fine
with worth sublime,
even just sitting sometime
with nothing but rhyme.

But with even less,
you’re not even dressed.
Your house is a mess,
and life is distressed.

All is out of control,
but the truth of it all,
inside your soul
is worth untold.

Anyway

Poems and Things

Make art anyway.
Though buyers are away
and your drawings look gray,
Make it anyway.

Draw a little bird,
and paint with rosy hues.
Release away your blues,
draw a little bird.

Hang it on your wall
to lighten each passerby.
If only you, then that’s okay.
Hang it on the wall.

Write a little line
if just to make you smile.
It only lasts awhile,
but write a little line.

The Parting Heart

Poems and Things

Quiet, baby, go to sleep;
I’ve much to do and more to think.
My life has turned forever yours,
but please go to sleep, I do implore.

Yes, grow up faster and leave me be,
so one day I’ll wake to only me.
You’ll find me when tables have turned at last,
crying and pining for years past.

Here with a tear and a ruddy face,
I’ll be wishing back years for a second glance.
Gone with a smile, you’ll adventure new. 
Gone with a prayer, for you haven’t a clue.

You’ll be gone, I’ll pray on, that I’ll see you soon.
But today I’ll remember to see you bloom.
The parting heart in a mother runs deep,
that in baby and mother, we both weep.

Through Grasslands Blowing

Poems and Things

Like cattle my poems are lowing,
Tender words through grasslands blowing.
Where in the world will they possibly go?
I love that I will never know. 

What beautiful creatures, my poems of mine
whose syllables often rhyme.
Here they are, standing tall.
Here, or not at all. 

Stoic and noble, in the field standing sure,
simply passed by are my creatures pure.
Their beauty is sweet tranquility,
peaceful, unknown antiquity. 

But my words are fragile and glass-like,
I don’t want them up in the limelight.
They’re beautiful, changed if by some seen,
turning into what I don’t mean.

My courage wanes keeping them up on the wall
with the faintest dab of Elmer’s at all.
It’s my place, my land of poems;
It’s just me here though they roam.

Strangers pass through but don’t know me;
Space between us nurtures solidarity.
What a fragile, weak, yet beautiful thing
the hope of a someone to hear me sing.

Like cattle my poems are lowing,
Tender words through grasslands blowing.
Where in the world will they possibly go?
I love that I will never know.