The Ocean’s Weight
You shouldn't carry burdens meant for seas.
Your strength shouldn't carry burdens that deep.
Tiny hands shouldn't hold such heavy things.
It’s cruel in your twos spending more time in hospitals and not zoos.
Tiny hands were meant for toys. Not for needles sharp that pierce and burn.
I see those fragile bones on the hospital bed. Your eyes closed resting after a seizure it’s bittersweet. But even here, my love you are so strong. The strongest in the room.
Love’s Death
Choice of words
Choice so obscure
Obscure mind
Obscure line
Line of sight
Line the sky
Sky that fell
Sky of poems
Poems for you
Poems that bled
Bled from soul
Bled for time
Time and laughter
Time well-spent
Spent so freely
Spent with you
You now busy
You now gone
Gone from me
Gone for good
Good things end
Good things die
Die like stars
Die so dark
Dark with despair
Dark falls over
Over my love
Over my spell
Spell is broken
Spell went wrong
Wrong was financed
Wrong plus tax
Tax my patience
Tax my effort
Effort so earnest
Effort was wasted
Wasted rough drafts
Wasted tears
Tears that choke
Tears that stain
Stain the memory
Stain the sheets
Sheets can strangle
Sheets that cover
Cover with soil
Cover a grave
Grave of love
Grave that's haunted
Haunted
Love
To my stars
And I, in silent watch my four month old roll. She learned with ease all on her own.
A milestone once that was very hard for her sister to learn. Maybe I’m not ready. I fear the day when the differences might sting.
"So I say don't grow too fast” a whispered plea. As you reach for the stars my youngest.
So grow my two stars at your own pace. No race to win or lose.
My heart is like a garden full for you both where love is the only muse.