Today is a puddle of remorse that I keep stepping in no matter which direction I go.
Where can I hide?
Where can I place my tears except on the headstone of another life being lived beyond without me.
Touching joy of past endeavors with my soul, I remember, I remember, through clouds of my mind.
Playing so no one else can hear, because I’m in the perfect space reserved for me alone.
melodies, tying them together in abevy of talent.
Grandfathers pushing their loved ones on swings, listening to theirglee – their laughter – and remembering doing the same thing fortheir loved one’s mother.Time has a way of passing, yet every once in a while a moment intime has a way of bringing the past to come before you now.Those short moments of remembrance are…
Being at one with nature, feeling the beauty as it touches my soul.Accessing the spiritual side of life, bequeathing it to my sons through this little poem.
Blue water as far as can be seen, rolling gently, softly before me.An ocean’s beauty set poetically before me in nature.
desert with no where to turn.
