New Year, 2022
A pendant streetlight hung in fog
above the melting snow.
It lit bare treetops in the dark
that shadowed ground below.
As midnight party blared within,
I stood on porch without.
Some distant fireworks cracked and popped;
nearby I heard some shouts.
There’s Pete and Miley in Miami,
Ryan, Big Boi in New York.
A flashing ball, shrimp cocktails, all
the flying bubbly corks.
But I most cherish fog alone,
its simple, living peace
a fitting closing for this year:
a quiet prayer – release.
The Way of Love
When I was a child, and it was gifting time, of course like a child I only thought of mine.
However I was fortunate to have such wise elders there. They taught me that gifts come from everywhere.
The best gifts aren’t the fancy, sparkly, noisy ones. The best gifts are those made and given with love or passed down through the generations with love and wisdom for future generations to enjoy.
Thank you Granny for teaching me your loving ways.
Toys R Us
I was driving to Starbucks by the mall the other day. You know, the one with the confusing parking lot that has the exit I miss every single time. I glanced out of the window and saw the old boarded up building that used to be your favorite Toys R Us.
I remembered taking you there each week so you could spend your allowance on a new $10 or under treasure. We would stroll through the aisles . . . taking our time to explore all the options. We would eventually find the toy that you liked best. You would proudly hand the cashier your money, excited for your new found adventure.
Sometimes we would drive across the parking lot to get a a root beer float afterward. You didn’t drink coffee back then. We would spend the day enjoying each other’s company. Laughing and making up stories about people and places we saw on the way home.
I think about how proud I am of the man you are now. How you amaze me with your creativity and fearlessness. Chasing your dreams on your own in the big city. Searching for your next treasure.
Sometimes I wish we could go back just for a day. When you were still “Mattie” and I was still “Mommy” on any given Saturday.
The greatest gift is resilience
unfortunately is comes gift-wrapped in misfortune, illness, death.
It is rejection letters and getting picked last
it is being bullied because you are different and being different.
it is failing and failing and failing
but because if it
to fall back learn more do better and succeed
Resilience is a choice
to come back stronger
think up good reasons
not to go on.
Have this gift and you'll not fail
to develop this gift you first must fail.
Late nights are my favourite kind of late. I sit alone with my thoughts and we spend some quality time together. Sometimes we reminisce of the past, other times we dream of what the future will be.
Yes, a late night with my thoughts is always an interesting time. A time of quiet, a time to listen, to just be. A late night has no demands or expectations. It has no judgements or questions. It's just you and the world.
And yet I worry, when I find someone to share these late nights with, they won't understand just what it means to me and why, when we should be going to sleep, I want to be alone with my thoughts.
I pass onto you
It's origin is not familial;
For, my mother only passed down myths, you see and goblins that only terrified me.
A heritage built on grotesque creatures mystified me and incinerated my soul
This heritage of mine was what I had to pass along-
I pass onto you a heritage.
Of picturesque carvings of eternity
Of copacetic surroundings that mark every turn, twist and curve.
Flowing pathways that perpetuate felicity in the truest sense.
I pass onto you a heritage
That permeates every step taken
With whimsy and fanciful thoughts
Of what tomorrow will bring,
Of endeavors sure to be pursued,
Of dreams to be followed and treks to be explored...
This I pass unto you
A legacy that began with our traditions
The interwoven threads connecting us together for all eternity,
This is our heritage!
have been the cause
throughout my life.
with heinous acts.
these fifty years,
have haunted me.
kept me alive.
Trusting that God,
His plan, is best,
along the path
and I bring those
that would follow...
not an option.
Home Should Be Where the Heart Is
The greatest gift I have found
doesn't come in wrapping paper.
It doesn't come in hugs, in words, or even in actions.
The greatest gift of all is the feeling of being safe and secure.
The feeling that there is somewhere you can go back to
in times of crisis
and there is someone there who will see you, hear you.
Yes, the greatest gift one can receive is the true feeling
I hope I make you feel
as you make me feel
The greatest gift
you've ever given me
was a black eye
the greatest gift
I could bear to give you
was a punching bag
Something we all Have
The greatest gift to us,
Is clearly time,
It saves us when we are ruined,
It gives us joy,
And it gives us love,
Its the beat our hearts move to,
No one lasts forever,
But time is there,
It keeps us with our loved ones for as long as we need them,
And then it helps us let go,
When time ends for us all.