Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

I Am Water





I am fluid
as the river
flowing through a canyon.
I am not stagnant water
still in a bucket.
I am rippling,
I am free.

Sunday, April 24, 2022

The Sun


The darkest hours

will unravel the light.



the conundrum.


will be late coming.

In Mariupol, the smoke

is rising.

The land is ravaged.

In the steel factory

the girl has sheltered

52 days


All she wants is to

see the sun.

Saturday, April 9, 2022

The Rubble


The Rubble

The rubble stained.
The rubble cloaks shame.
Innocence taken.
Innocence lost and forgotten,
as if it never existed.
Once, there were children playing,
their laughter echoing through these streets.
Their faces beamed with joy as they ran free,
playing hopscotch and hide-and-go-seek.
Once, fathers and mothers tucked their children into bed.
Teeth brushed,
bruises tended to,
bedtime stories told, as
the moon and stuffed animals listened.
Once, there were lunches made,
homework examined,
board games played,
holidays celebrated,
music played.
Once, there were grandparents conversing,
tending to the children,
bridging the present to the past.
The sun rose.
The sun set.
Life was lived.
Love was shared.
Underneath the rubble,
bodies are buried.
Hope ravaged.
Laughter silenced.
Life ended.
The promise of tomorrow stolen.
Praying for the people of Ukraine