Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Sunday, July 15, 2018

His Landscape

His fingers play with
my jingle-jangle bracelets.
Wood beads from India,
Chinese coins my friends and I wear,
an eye encased in gold to ward
off evil spirits,
Buddha with a turquoise bead 
and a ladybug. 
He touches them gently
feeling each one,
knowing them the way 
he knows my lullabies.
The way he knows my voice,
when we dream about the moon and the stars.
When I move away he stretches
to find me in his sleep,
to find the curve of my waist,
where I held his father long ago.
I listen to his breath,
his presence fills my soul.
I dream big dreams for him.
I build memories,
they echo the laughter we share.
A landscape he can remember
and carry in his heart,
the way I carry him in my being.

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Fishing Is Life

The stars followed you.
The sun kissed your lips.
The wind embraced you,
and the tides listened to you weep.
You lived the mysteries of life
with sacred awe,
to the drops of happiness and sorrow.
The words are constricted
in my heart.
We laughed and
we wept
by your bedside,
as you floated 
through two worlds.
We reminisced of days
with life.
The life that wakes you up
and shakes you up
as you feel it in your marrow.
Days of endless ocean,
sea life,
love and pain.
Days when your lion heart
was wild with wonder,
fierce with quest.
You loved,
you lived,
your chalice always full,
your roar loud,
your brave heart gentle.

Monday June 11 my father in law passed away. He was a man that lived his life fully and a man that was loved by many. I loved him and I will miss him dearly. I pray that he finds the peace that he wished for.

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Between Us

between us 
left me alone.
my broken spirit seared.
My pain shifted,
my resolve questioned,
my being a landscape
of emptiness. 
does not whisper,
it roars,
it burns the skin and the soul.
Love possesses
the beauty that transcends defeat.
The bitter taste
lingers on my lips
by questioning
all I had believed in. 

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Without You

Your absence is loud.
It echos through my being,
it tears through my heart.
Ten years,
I have walked thousands of days
and nights without you
by my side.
How have I navigated the storms
life presented?
How did I hold onto small things that
you would have seen large,
the way only you could see,
and feel my soul
through the sweet and sour.
You missed the constellations
in my boys eyes,
the miracle of my grandson
with your middle name
and your smile.
I don't know how
that grief morphs through
months and years.
in a moment,
a sound,
a smell,
evokes memories of home.
I see you in my poetry,
in my brilliant boys,
in kindness within me.
A kindness I learned from you.
Your legacy is alive.
Your legacy as big as
you will always be to me.

Sunday, May 6, 2018


As long as I have truth,
I'll walk in your shadow
with my palms open.
I will feed your soul
with raw seeds
and crumbled dreams 
of my bruised ego.
I will flood the chambers of
your heart
with light.
Learning will happen in spaces
of defeat and rage,
in a fine line of silence and roaring,
tuning the sounds of life and
digesting the
lessons that set us free.

Sunday, April 29, 2018


Underneath this great life,
an earthquake is brewing,
a shifting of the plates
under our feet.
I sense it,
I can almost touch it.
How did we get here?
The collision
is sudden,
Words spill,
littering the highway of life.
We remember how it began,
unaware of how it ends.

Sunday, April 22, 2018


Tend to your garden,
cultivate it,
or scorch it down with gasoline.
Heal the blisters on 
your tongue,
revive the beauty rooted 
in love.
Stand in the dark
or claw your way 
toward the light.
It's your choice
to live
or die.