Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Monday, February 13, 2017

Aiden Karl Ethan

My precious grandson was born February 8th. I am over the moon with love and gratitude.

Monday, February 6, 2017

Breaking the chain

I stand before you a man,
inward a young boy,
a spectator of our life.
The man has no expectations,
the boy remembers.
You left me on the shore,
like husks and shells
that you stepped on. 
The boy remembers shining
to your blind eyes.
Your acceptance
not felt, nor voiced.
Your arms never stretched
to raise me,
to lift me.
My stories were chatter,
you did not want to hear.
Sound bytes buried
as you became increasingly
irritated by the tone
of my voice.
You were deaf,
your mind self absorbed.
Whores and drugs seduced you,
friends and the bottle captured
your attention.
I was an after thought,
oblivious to my needs
you lacked empathy.
I searched for light in your eyes,
I waited for a kind word,
but encouragement and respect
were not in your vocabulary.
I stand before you
 as a man,
as a father.
I am not you,
your errors and indifference
shaped me,
your road-map not my own.
The sounds of my children are
the dearest
to me,
their pain is mine to carry.
No task too great,
no sacrifice enough.
I encourage,
I nurture,
I lift,
I broke the chain.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

I am the immigrant-I am an American

Bury me in a pine box
breathless yet breathing.
I won't leave,
I won't go.
I rested my weary head
on her shoulders.
Her courage,
became my own.
I swam in her oceans,
I climb her hills and mountains.
I swore my loyalty,
my allegiance.
Her flag engraved across
my heart,
the stars and stripes my own.
I brimmed with emotion
and devotion.
Her outstretched arms
embraced me,
took me in.
She whispered words of inclusion,
she roared words of freedom
and love.
I am not a stranger,
this is my home.
I am an American,
I won't leave,
I won't go.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Happy 31

 The years slip away,
the days evaporate,
the moments sustain us,
love remains and thrives.
Happy Birthday to my boy! I love you always and forever <3 br="">

Sunday, January 8, 2017


is the handsome boy
that feels like an
ugly duckling.
is wise remarks
that make me laugh
even though I restrain myself.
Sixteen is dark humor 
mixed with silly undertones.
It's tousled curls in his hair
when it was always lank.
Sixteen is a world
I want to step into
as I sink into a marsh.
I try to remember
my sixteen,
my youth,
my insecurities,
and struggle 
to mirror his uncharted sea.
Sixteen is loving
in small gestures,
it's late nights,
boundless energy,
it's heavy and light.
is sinking into a computer screen
for endless hours,
talking to friends
while saying nothing
of importance.
resides in a room 
that resembles a dungeon.
The only beacon are keepsakes
buried in the closet and chest
of drawers.
He is witty like Stephen Colbert
and funny like Jon Stewart
not that I would compare him to either.
He is unique,
this sixteen unparalleled 
to any other.
This is his path to walk on,
and mine to follow from a distance
with unconditional love.

Thursday, December 29, 2016


My boy Daniel celebrated his sixteenth birthday yesterday. He is one of the greatest teachers in my life. I have been filled with wonder from the first moment that I saw him. I love him to the moon and back. This morning we are on the road and I have not had time to write a proper post for this milestone but I did want to acknowledge this special time in his and our life.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Let Sadness In

Let sadness
transform you,
trickle down from
your head to your toes.
Let it widen your chest
and raise your heart.
Let sadness dance
in your veins,
a slow dance,
a deliberate dance.
Open the window,
let it sit for awhile.
Let it soak in your bones,
let it ravage you.
It will travel through 
the chambers of your heart
and it will leave you weak at the knees
like a gentle lover.
It will dissolve like fog at daybreak 
over the harbor.
You will grow
from the heartache,
you will weather the storm.
You will survive,
you will find joy.