Reminders of Mom’s death sneak up behind and
push their way with memories of personality
and lively spirit into the forefront of my mind.
Remembering Mom with love, wishing to talk with
her now – then a gentle breeze blows across my
face letting me know she’s here and can feel my
thoughts for her dearly.
Sending her love straight to my heart, tears
showing I’ve heard her from beyond, feeling a
closeness penetrating barriers of death as she
holds me closely in her own heart.
Circular paths of beauty, climbing higher into space, taking withthem – all inclusive – life of yesterday’s imagination.Rhythms constantly swimming through my brain, encompassing every neuron, synapse and creative pathway, expanding and enfolding particles of abstraction along the way.Gathering seedlings from fields of inner visions, picking blossoms, creating bouquets of logic and reason, then blending…
all sizes and shapes from all different walks of life.Appearing to be quietly accepting of their individualfates, yet, who knows what they are going through intheir daily lives.Prayers are sent to everyone I see that transfers tome some sort of emotional feelings they are trying todeal with.Then I move on with my own problems held…
Sensing the feelings of everyone I come in contact with is emotionally draining, yet, I cannot seem to stop when in a crowd of people or one on one, heart to heart conversations.Being always in the moment, never backing down or giving in.Sliding into rhythms of yesterday while dancing into the future.Consisting always of an…
Loving every moment I can be holding a pen in hand, writing life down for others to read in poetry.
