Letters To Heaven

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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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