I often hear children moaning

only to find thatwe can’t live without them neither.They captivate our wholestealing away in the nightwith our very soulleaving us in a bewildered state.We try to find a replacement lovebut this other love will not go away.They drive us mad to live with themand frustrates us so without them there.It is a dilemma that a…

butterflies dance gracefullyin the morning air.They move from flower to flowerdoing pirouettes everywhere.Their delicate wings flutterlike the eyes of a shy bride.They brighten up the morningwith their gentle butterfly dance.

What little nuggets of historyit has left lying on the shore.Walking along the damp sand,you look for somethingthat might just catch your eye.A rare coin from a distant eralost in a shipwreck somewhere.A slice of someone’s lifefrom a long gone past,or it could be an old bowlsomeone had eaten from.Now its fragments have washed ashoreand…

Always too busy to settle down.The heart that wanders around,it may seek a resting place,with someone gentle and kind.However, with its wanderlust,this place it will never find.

Sometimes the words of a strangerCan comfort when you are downTheir hands stretch out to help youFrom many miles awayThey are more like friendsThan those that you meet everydayThey care and they comfortThis sad and distant soulYou wish you could reach out and hug themBut that is impossible to doInstead, you write a poemAnd say…

with hurtful comments about themfrom time to time.When tragedy struck her recentlyand she needed someone there,those who could have helped herwere no longer there.Seeing her walk head bowedtrying to make conversationto anyone who passed by.Sadly, they couldn’t trust herfearing she would turn on themas she had done many times before.She stands alone nowabandoned to be…