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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