Happy New Year

I want to wish all of you

 Peace and Light

Love and Happiness.

All the best for 2014.

Thank you for all the love and support

you give and share with me all year.

My gratitude from the bottom of my heart.

Happy Thirteenth Daniel

Cinnamon the bear

lay on my bed

where you left him to shelter me

and keep me company
while I was sick.

He was wearing his yellow and white bowtie

which made me think of springtime 

and how you love me 

like the stars that map the sky

and the moon that peeks through your window

playing hide and seek,

like the night light when you were small

and proudly you said the word moon

for the first time.

Your golden locks were soft

and your sweet smile

seeped into my heart

while I welcomed your spirit.
Now you are older

you read my words

and you understand

as you find love in my poetry

and in between the lines

all the while listening to my heart.

It seems like yesterday,

it seems like long ago

when you entered my world,

your eyes alert

with a twinkle like no other. 

I love your laughter,

giggles,

idiosyncrasies. 

I love that you ponder 

the big questions of life

and the small ones.

I love that you are a boy that thinks

about heaven
and if we go there

and the meaning of our existence.
At the same time
I love

 that you explore
 how fast to solve

the Rubik's cube
 and that

you design virtual worlds.

I love your conversation and animation.

I love that you are gentle and kind

and that you reside in an old soul.

I love your vocab and grammer,

enthusiasm and wonder.

I love that you are proper

and that you savor life while

you soak it all in.

You are my light,

my inspiration,

I love you forevermore.

My sweet Daniel, I can't believe that you are thirteen today. From the moment you were born we felt so blessed and lucky. Every step of the way has been amazing, from you being wrapped like a taco in your blanket smiling right away to growing into an incredible young man. You make us laugh every day with your wit and sense of humor. We love you with all our hearts and wish you the best in life.

She will be on the moon

If you love the poet,

you must read her words

so you can feel her soul

and listen to her heart.

You will find her on the moon,

dangling on a vine

smelling roses

and chasing butterflies.

You must know her love is true

and her passion is fierce.

Her gypsy eyes will

tell you all  that you need to know.

She will write poetry on your skin

and cradle you through the night.

She has made amends

and created dreams.

She has flowers blooming in her

heart

and wisdom seeds she keeps

in her soul from all the pain and joy.

When you love the poet

you must read her words

so you can touch her soul

and capture her heart. 

A fun write after weeks of writing about heavy and important things. Questions I ponder on

after feeling all the pain of family, friends and strangers and feeling it in my heart. Also the last few weeks worried about my health I am grateful to say that the blood work came back good. The doctor said that we will need to run additional blood work if I get worse again. Thank you for all the messages and kind words, it truly lifted my spirits. I felt the love . Meet us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts.

Butterflies are free

I drove past the road sign

to Butterfly World,

for a moment I wished

that I could go there,

sit in the garden and 

let the butterflies hover and

land on me.

The butterflies in my head,

are colorful like the words

I write in my sleep

and like the life I have lived.

My dreams,

a place that I find peace,

where all the fragments of my life melt.

The white walls speak volumes,

our eyes interlock and I know

the he senses the fear

of the small bumps 

in my neck that invaded several weeks ago.

They are unassuming

but they grow in my mind every day.

I tell myself that I don't care

that they may steal my joy

but I do because I have

brown eyed boys that love me,

that need me,

that think of me as the glue

to their world.

I listen to the doctor's voice

filled with calm and

my thoughts quiet and become silent,

tuning in to capture every word.

His stature,

his concern,

remind me of my boy.

I think of his mother

and the pride she must feel.

The same pride I feel for mine,

sharing his compassion,

saving lives.

When I leave I want to go sit

with the butterflies and

watch them flying free 

or not.  

The last few weeks my mind has been preoccupied with these bumps that appeared on my neck and I was feeling low energy and headaches. I had my MRI the other day and thankfully it came back normal. I am now waiting on blood work results.I am feeling better and so grateful for that.

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The Questions

He died on a summer day,

when I heard my thoughts wandered

to his loved ones walking into 

their nightmare.

Pain saturating,

paralyzing,

holding them frozen in time.

I wept for him

and I wept for them.

I asked questions about life

and life's meaning.

Questions that may have answers 

when I cross the road,

mud on my boots and

love in my heart.

I will be the river that

flows into the ocean,

I will be the bird that glides

above the clouds.

I will be patient,

the answers will be on the shore

 that I reach,

on the mountain I climb.

The questions won't have answers

until death.

In death I will drink the wisdom 

and savor the knowledge.

I will understand the life

that I had departed.

The questions will be the sunrise,

the answers the sunset. 

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Gratitude Of A Wounded Soul

A wounded soul

has danced a thousand tangos,

in ballrooms under the stars

and in gutters under an

orange and crimson sky.

A wounded soul

has wept a thousand tears

swords and spears

punctured and pierced

it's spirit,

it has nursed cuts 

and healed scars

along the way.

A wounded soul is kind

from surviving the battle.

A wounded soul comes from

a  place where sorrow lived.

It does not know fear for itself

but it feels it for others.

It knows hunger and pain,

solitude and abandonment.

It knows forgiveness 

and loss in an intimate way.

A wounded soul sees beauty,

and possess it deep within.

A wounded soul knows gratitude,

bleeding while gasping for a 

breath of air.

A wounded soul knows gratitude

for the sacred moments of love

and ordinary magic.

A wounded soul does not search

for purpose,

it has one.

A wounded soul does not 

let strangers define it,

it follows it's 

inner compass,

with grace

 and glory.

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My Wish

The vultures stood tall

on the clock tower,

looking ominous on

that gray rainy day.

I wondered who had

they come for.

Had they come for me,

was it time for

confession and redemption. 

Was it time for the soul

to be naked and exposed.

I'm not afraid to die,

there's an army of angels

waiting for me,

holding lanterns in the dark,

shining a light through the path

of eternity.

I'm not afraid to die,

but I am afraid to leave you.

I'm afraid your soul

will saturate

with pain

and that your laughter will cease.

I fear that my arms

won't stretch long enough

for you to feel my embrace.

I fear that you would think 

I left you,

that I failed you.

I'm not afraid to die,

but I fear that no one

will love you the way I do.

  I wish for you to live,

I ask you to inhale the universe

and be one with it.

Peel the layers of life

and taste the sweet nectar. 

Skip through the stars

and rejoice in every small miracle

that disguises itself as ordinary.

Awaken your senses

and open your heart,

that is what I wish for you

my love.

This poem is dedicated to my boys. (yes, you too babe)

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Grace

Grace is found in the ocean

on waves full of purpose and intention,

waves that linger like an old memory

leaving salt on our skin.

Grace is found in confinement,

when light dances through shadows

and hope drifts through the walls.

Grace is found when you've lost 

your way in the universe and

you find a lighthouse to guide your way.

Grace is found in nursing a bird with a broken

wing and watching it as it flies away.

Grace is found in a wildflower

blooming on the side of a majestic mountain.

Grace is found in holding the hand of someone 

you love while they take their last breath.

Grace is found in giving your heart completely

without reservation or hesitation.

Grace is found in the taste of coffee

when migraine robs you of your sleep

and you are grateful

that you did not die 

while fighting the battles of life

when you thought you were invincible .

 You wrestled with demons,

while you were hungry to live

in the moment.

You learned hard lessons 

when your hand was in the fire,

in the burn you

found truth,

you found courage,

you found grace.

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My Angel

The morning after Halloween ,

the leaves were scattered

on the ground,

the air was crisp,

the sky was a glorious blue.

I caught a glimpse

of Bella,

My heart stopped for a moment,

my thoughts caught up .

The beautiful Shorthaired Pointer,

walked with grace,

intention,

and beauty.

My heart longed for 

you Angel.

Your brown eyes filled with 

promise and pure love.

Your floppy ears swung

as you chased lizards and butterflies.

You ran in the fields,

you danced,

you looked for the light in our eyes

and you listened to our tender words.

You swam on endless summer days,

the sound of cicadas in the air,
you watched the fish swim by.
Our heart full of your memory
the life we shared.
Forever you will be remembered
and loved.



Our dear German Shorthaired Pointer passed away on February 2010. She was an amazing dog and a part of our family. I wrote this poem after seeing Bella, a neighborhood dog. Every time I see her my heart stops for a second because for that second I think it's Angel. Please join us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts.

I Am Enough

The light does not wish to be 

darkness.

The Finch does not wish to be 

an Eagle.

The thorn does not ask to

be the rose.

The sunrise does not wish to be

the sunset.

The lake does not wish to be

 an ocean.

The sun does not wish to be the

 moon.

Neither do I wish to be anyone

but

 myself.

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My Soul Gentler

I wake up my soul gentler,

my thoughts clearer,

my heart seeking the balance

of dark and light.

I wake up my soul gentler,

her voice echos in my head,

her eyes wounded,

her daughter on drugs,

she is raising her child.

I wake up my soul gentler,

a friend weeps,

placed in the middle like a

ping pong ball

between her son

and the man she loves.

I wake up my soul gentler,

another friend her daughter

fighting for her life.

A sister fighting for her brother,

a victim of a hit and run accident.

I wake up my soul gentler,

I lost another friend to cancer.

Fragments of his life

carried by those he loved,

hope floats through the room

when he is remembered.

I wake up my soul gentler,

the stories change my vision,

change my day,

transform my being. 

 

 

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9/11 Memorial

I stand silent,

a single tear rolls down my face.

My hand touches the bronze plates,

names inscribed.

My mind is silent,

my thoughts drowning as the

waterfalls cascade down.

A storm brewing within,

the tears are flowing.

An ache I buried,

rising to the surface.

The wound oozes,

it bleeds,

the sun is shinning,

the wind on my face,

neither comforts me

nor ease my sorrow.

Stories told by loved ones,

about loss,

of lives gone too soon.

They will be remembered 

their faces, and smiles,

their birthdays

and the moments that 

made up their lives.

I want to search for your name,

but I am told that I'll never find you.

I glance down,

and there you are.

We never met,

but I was told you were

 a gentle soul,

a hero,

a son,

a brother,

an uncle,

a boyfriend

a friend.

You were so many things to

so many people.

Your name inscribed,

among your friends.

I stand silent

drowning in the moment,

closing my eyes and feeling the pain

inside.

Sunday we were at the 9/11 Memorial in N.Y.C. I felt honored to be there and to pay our respects. So may lives lost. So many lives gone too soon. I felt an ache that's hard to express. Here is the link to it .wikipedia.org/wiki/National_September_11_Memorial_. A friend of mine lost her brother in-law that day, he was a firefighter and a hero. http://longisland.newsday.com/911-anniversary/victims/Kevin-Donnelly I was so happy to be able to find his name and share it with my friend. The first few weeks of 9/11 we watched all the reports and stories and we felt devastated. I wrote this poem on my flight home. I was grateful that I could share this with my son Daniel. He was a baby when this happened. Please meet us here, http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts.

Dare To Dream

A green notebook 

I bought in the Harvard bookstore.

A notebook filled with words

of triumph and despair,

of highs and lows,

of salvation and redemption.

 I didn't dare to dream,

 to study in a beautiful

university 

with beautiful

minds

 and manicured lawns that

I could rest my weary head on .

I didn't think I was good enough

or brave enough.

I was told that I was beautiful

more often than

I was told that I was smart.

I didn't dare to dream for me

but I did dream it for you

I dreamt the sky was the limit and you

would sparkle in the universe

you would learn

and you would

grow.

My little boy

you held a beating heart in your hand

you saved a life today,

and yesterday .

You shine when you speak

your actions filled with

compassion

even when you are tired and weary

you find the strength to help someone.

You don't seek recognition

or merit

your reward is

 the fulfillment you feel within.

I didn't dare to dream 

for me

but I dared to dream for you.  

This morning I read Author Dani Shapiro's post http://danishapiro.com/on-small-seismic-shifts/ which resonated with me about the things that we dare to dream for ourselves.  The things that we fear and the things that we learn along the way. Her thought process is something that I am familiar with because I was raised with the same thought process myself. Her conversation with her fourteen year old son and her words about having tough feelings, we all had them and we all met someone who experienced them. Those of you that read my poetry know that I am a big believer in learning from our scars and evolving as we grow through this life. I thought about my son Josh and how no dream was too big when I thought of him. (as well as my son Daniel) I knew he had a great heart and a great mind. As a doctor in an  Emergency Room in Boston, I am so proud that his life is about helping people and saving people . I've had an interesting life, with many lessons learned but I never dared to dream for myself what I dream for my children. Meet us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts. 

Love Finds The Way

Love finds a way

across a room,

across railroad tracks.

Love finds a way

despite religion or 

conventional lines

and ideas.

Love finds a way through 

darkness,

through obstacles.

Love needs no explanation,

the heart wants,

the soul desires.

I will always find my shelter in your eyes,

I will find solace in your arms,

I will feel the passion rising when

I hear your voice.

Our love is not a fairytale,

it is a love story.

Our love is not a river

but an ocean.

Our love is not a branch,

but a root of an old oak tree.

We weather the storms,

we dance in the rain,

our love always finds the way.

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Not Chasing Yesterday

I am standing still

in the moment.

I'm not chasing my youth,

I left it behind me.

I savor today,

I carry a lantern to light

my way through the walls

of my heart.

I possess a childish enthusiasm,
even though the road was rough
my sense of wonder
may be tainted but
 not diminished or broken.
The light in my eyes
at times filled
with darkness.
 I remember pieces
of my childhood,
laughter and sadness.
A pin an astronaut gave me when I was six,
songs I sang with dad on a worn out tape,
books holding secrets,
poems I wrote as a little girl,
in colorful dog eared notebooks.
Dots on a map of a life
 well lived.
I have savored sweetness,
and swam in melancholy,
I have climbed over
walls that imprisoned me,
I have confronted what was expected
of me
and chose my own path,
my own way.
I chewed those moments
without regret.
I don't want yesterday's
leftovers,
I don't wish to recycle my dreams.
No,
I have grown,
changed,
evolved.
I'm not chasing yesterday,
I am living today.
 



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Patron Shots With My Brother

Patron shots,

with you ,

brother.

Our road smooth and rough

our journey sweet and sour

when did we get so old ?

It seems like yesterday

we were erecting tents out of sheets

playing cowboys that

we loved to watch in 

the town theatre.

We found refuge from the heat

and delighted in the smell 

of fresh popcorn.

You resented the little

tag along sister

that looked up to you. 

Here we are

we have lived,

we loved,

and we lost our parents

we walked through

grief and pain.

Yesterday is present,

a soundtrack of our life,

a loving home,

with treasured memories.

A life not perfect,

but a life well lived.

Patron shots

to celebrate your birthday

to celebrate our life

magical yesterdays

that will live forever

in our hearts.

 

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I Know You

Love,

I know you

like the first sentence in a 

poem I walk into.

Love,

I know you like a wave in the ocean

washing over me,

like the wind in my hair,

like mom's baking.

Love

 I know you

like the breath I inhale,

like a song I hum,

like the sand in my feet,

like a dream I had

dreamt last night .

Love,

I know you,

like Sunday ,

like sunrise on vacation,

like the taste of my childhood.

Love,

I know you,

like coming home,

like rolling in the mud,

like banana ice cream,

like lemon,

unmistakable,

distinct,

irreplaceable,

defined.

My love fierce,

my love eternal,

my love yours

completely.

Murky Waters

Confessions of the soul

take place on dark alleyways,

and on sunny open fields

of green.

If I open my heart

would you still love me ?

The past resides within,

it is my companion.

Will you still throw bouquets 

at my feet,

and give me accolades.

 Would you deem me insane

for wanting to die.
Would you deem me insane

for wanting to live

without regrets,

with unbridled abandon

for loving without boundaries,

for fighting a battle I could not win.

I threw myself into murky waters

without knowing how to swim.
I learned lessons while
I was drowning.

Confessions of the soul,

we carry them like fragile threads

that comes undone.

The anchor within releases

we let them fly one by one,

we find ourselves free. 

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Letters To Heaven

,

In the moonlight

I write letters to heaven.

The wind whispers ,

my hair tangled and free

my eyes wide open.

Letters to heaven,

poems stuffed with love,

slices of my soul.

I leave a trail on the sand,

I draw on orange withered leaves.

On nights the stars cast a

light on my backyard.

You can find bold letters,

left for you to gaze from up above.

I love you,

thank you,

you are forever in my heart.

Yesterday was four years since my mom passed away. I think of her every day. I think of her watching 

from above. Our son got engaged this weekend to a wonderful girl that we love. We were excited and happy. I know how much my parents would have rejoiced in this and I wish they could have been here.

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The Past

Ice cube under my tongue,

I close my eyes
not to savor
but to remember.
Ice cubes filled my belly,
drowning the sound of hunger.
Isolation,
thoughts unraveled
like threads undone.
Shackled by yesterday
a prisoner of the past.
Searing pain,
I close my eyes to remember.




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The Ceiling

We float through clouds

red crimson sunrise 

heavenly sunsets.

Cobalt waters,

budding green fields,

we are consumed by the magic.

We lie on the floor,

our senses sweeping us away,

like waves in the ocean.

Childlike we float even though

our feet are grounded.

We feel the butterflies of our soul

take flight,

inspired by beauty and grace.

Last week on our trip to Seattle we were amazed at the Dale Chihuly Museum which took our breath away.

My son and I were on the floor taking in the Persian Ceiling which was simply gorgeous. 

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Honeysuckle Summer

Love poems tucked away 

in your tackle box.

Love poems engraved on your skin.

At dawn the house exhales,

as I inhale your breath.

You walk through fire with me,

you dance through the storm with me.

You give me honeysuckle in an empty

Coca Cola bottle,

just like that summer in the Hamptons

long ago.

You whispered tales

and secrets of your childhood

enchanted summers.

I marveled at the stained glass windows

on the charming little church down the road,

by the graveyard.

The sun nurtured us

and caressed our bare skin

and yellow flowers in

an empty soda can

were a gift I treasured

because you loved me.

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Hope

I hold you 

and wish your tears away

like a flock of birds flying away.

My desire to wash your pain

is ambitious and unreasonable,

but it is my desire,

even for a moment

or an hour.

I want to hold fireflies in my palm,

so you could smile,

let them play hide and seek with you,

let you dream.

I want your wounded heart to heal

and find solace.

Like a flower 

let your petals of sorrow

shed into the wind.

Let the wind carry it

far away from you.

Let the seed of hope 

grow in your heart again.



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Questions

The trees whisper in the woods,

dancing to the sound of the wind.

The sun rose holding secrets

of the night.

My thoughts once raging,

left diluted by sadness.

Why do we have to lose

someone we love,

to celebrate our life,

to savor the days

and feel the joy in the simple and mundane.

We weather the storm

and extract wisdom 

from the lesson learned.

Why do we have to feel depleted

before we discover life again

and all it's wonder.

The wine glass half consumed,

winks back.

Life is not perfect,

life is not a Hallmark card.

Sometimes life is fought in trenches,

lines are blurred,

with sorrow comes rediscovery,

questions unanswered.

Slowly we sip the

other half.  

I want to thank all of you for your kind comments for Jacob and his family. I appreciate each and every one. Please meet us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts.

Jacob

Your spirit will live in the woods,

running wild and free.

Your spirit will dance through 

the Sequoia trees.

Your spirit will shine

brightest among the stars.

Your spirit will frolic in

the waves of the ocean.

Your spirit will live in

the house you dwelt in

with your soul mate.

Your spirit will live in your daughters eyes.

Your spirit will live in green vineyards

under a turquoise sky.

Your spirit will live in vibrant

flowers blooming in the spring.

Your spirit will live in

everyone you touched,

your soul soaring high.

Goodbye my friend,

until we meet again.

My cousin Jacob passed away Saturday at 5 A.M.  Many of you sent prayers when I first posted this poem http://asunkissedlife-ayala.blogspot.com/2011/10/battle.html. He was a warrior that fought his battle bravely. He was a wonderful human being, a great husband and father. He touched people with his spirit and everyone gravitated toward his kindness and the light in his eyes. Our hearts ache for Rena, Dalia, and Stephanie, his wife and his daughters. Our hearts ache that he left all of us. He will forever be in our hearts.

May he rest in peace.

Life

Kernels of wisdom

to chew or spit.

We die a little every day

I tell you.

The migraine invades the night

and robs me of my sleep.

New York is waiting,

a carriage ride in Central park,

a sandwich at the deli,

cheesecake at the Plaza.

I choose not to linger in thoughts 

of tomorrow,

getting old,

dying.

I want to soak in today

Tomorrow is not promised,

fragments of us,

half conversations.

Words withheld,

dreams I must contain

while my soul longs 

for the moment.

Abandon my words,

abandon my wishes.

I turn the light on within,

the moths of my soul linger feasting.

Unclutter my mind,

drink from my well,

captivated by the light

and this dance called life.

Squeeze the nectar,

taste,

savor

tomorrow may never come.




I celebrated my birthday Sunday and I wrote this one night at 4 A.M while a migraine kept me company. Today is also my three year blog anniversary. 

Three years ago today I began "A Sun Kissed Life". I was broken after losing both my parents. This blog brought me salvation and took me on a journey that I never imagined possible. I found a community of thinkers, poets, bloggers, writers that have become friends. Their words and support shined a light inside me. Thousands of comments later, I feel blessed and I want to say, "thank you" . I wanted to quit a couple of times and your support and love carried me to a better place. I will always be grateful.

Thank you.

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My Rant

A penny for your thoughts,

a dime for your poem,

what are we all searching for?

A pedestal to stand on,

a mention,

a comment,

or to leave a mark on this world?

To scatter our thoughts which

we claim to be true,

wisdom learned from

pain and living.

We all learned a lesson

or two,

perhaps several lessons.

We have been there at one time or another,

lied to,

cheated on,

betrayed,

abandoned.

We are all connected,

I feel your pain,

sharp on my skin.

This is not my war,

but I have fought other battles,

and if this gate is open

I will run towards you.

I will lift you 

with a kind word,

a smile that warms you,

I will scatter sunshine

 on your cloudy days.

I will let distress and bitterness

dissipate.

I want to save one soul,

one life,

one dream,

today.

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Poetry

Words,

I placed you on the shelf,

in a wooden box

to lie and rest.

"Shh," I said,

"don't whisper in my ear."

I am sad and disillusioned,

I've been beaten and 

I no longer want to tend to 

your garden,

nor laugh with you,

or carry you in my soul.

Do not wake me

from my sleep to unfold beauty 

at my feet.

I have locked my doors and windows,

to keep you outside,

wash you in the rain,

bake you in the sun.

I tell you that
I won't dance with you,

and then
 I watch the crimson sun,

I feel you breathing on my skin

and I let you back in. 

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Lessons

Your fears melted like snow,

you confessed

 your father's sins

knowing they were not yours 

to absolve.

His sins were not your 

burden to carry.

You held your head high

and marched into the world.

I had wished that I 

possessed your courage,

I wished that I was brave like you.

You let out the secrets,

ripples in the pond of life,

scattered like confetti in the wind,

pieces of our life.

Vulnerable you ignored,

the judgement of others,

you gave me strength to blossom,

wings to carry me home,

you made my burden lighter.

I watched your courage,

and I knew then,

that the fears were never yours

but mine. 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Gift

The walls are sea foam green ,

like small paint swatches at Home Depot,

unlike serene green fields.

I smell fear,

my own

and of others in this waiting room.

Anticipation,

palpitation,  

results , 

lucky ones and not so lucky.

Will life become a battle or

another day to take for granted

after we forget sitting on this edge.

I hand over the red Target Visa card,

gladly paying the out of network fee.

In a corner I sit and watch,

finally sinking my head to the phone.

I drift

 thinking of you,

will you remember me 

by the sink washing grapes plump

and delicious for you to savor?

Will you remember our bedtime 

when I showered you with kisses

and I told you that I love you from

here to the moon and back?

Will you remember my laughter when

you would tell me jokes ?

Will you remember all the things that

make up our life?

I hope that you remember that

my love will carry you always

through dark and light days,

that I will live on in your heart,

forever.

Thankfully, I am okay. But while I was sitting nervous waiting to see the specialist my doctor sent me to after having a mammogram and ultrasound I started writing this poem. Having a little scare puts things in perspective.I am blessed to have good news. My thoughts wandered to everyone else in the waiting room. I 

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On This Day

 

I love

 loud jovial voices

carried on the waters in the bay

on a summer day.

When the sun is caressing our bare skin

and the light is dancing in a festive celebration.

In those moments 

I don't question life,

or life's meaning.

In those moments

I feel it in my core,

unspoken,

throbbing,

clear.

I watch smiling children

and I laugh as they play

with dogs with sweet faces.

I know the meaning of life,

I may question it on another day,

I may ponder,

but not on this day.

I taste salt on my lover's skin

and I ache for more.

I breathe in the ocean air.

This makes me feel alive,

I know I have arrived to my destination.

The hunger in my soul,

moans less,

because I feel a little fuller.

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Love Is Simple

Loving you is simple

uncomplicated,

like opening my eyes 

no thought invested,

only instinct.

Love is my religion

my rock,
 my roots.

Loving you is simple

like following the smell of  baked cookies

and the stars on a dark night.

Loving you is easy

even on days I question the sanity of it

even on days when my soul is defiant

and seeks to be free

but never of you.

Loving you,

it's a hunger that must be fed

it's a road I must travel on

it's a light that shows me the way.

Loving you 

brings me home

makes me better
Lets me dream. 



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