Flightless

Magnificent colors in vibrant hues
Reds, yellows, greens, blues.
Her downy plummage seems quite an array
It speaks of things she cannot say.

But everytime she tries to take flight
it is useless, a losing fight.
Her wings are clipped
Earth bound she'll stay.

What good are the colors
if the wings cannot spread?
If the colors will never be seen
from far overhead.

Her colors were meant to paint the sky
And share with the world from way up high.
She will never fulfill her one true duty
Because somebody decided to cage her beauty.

Miss Understood

She lets out a low rumbling threat
Inside the grey billows, her tension builds
Accumulation of sorrow, pent up for so long
A gusty arm ushers her in
and she announces her arrival with an outraged clap.

Her eyes weep so many unspoken hurts,
Each its own wound but part of one broken soul.
She pours out her pain
and releases screams of suffering.

The earth receives her wrath in torrents
An innocent bystander it would seem to most,
but not in the least.
She gives what she has been given.

Slowly, her sadness runs dry
Quietly she sulks out, her voice dying down to a whisper.
Everyone has heard her, but nobody really listens.
The hear the thunder, they feel the rain
and yet they never really understand her pain.

It's Time

A new wind blows

it sweeps away

the fog that loomed within.

A new sky shows

it gives me hope

that I can smile again.

A new field grows

full of flowers

they bloom a happy grin.

My heart it knows

that times are changing

pain will not always win.

So life bestows

a change of seasons

time to let joy back in.

Lost

Fog is rolling in around in my head
I do not know this place
An unfamiliar song in my heart
When I look, I can't see my face
How did I end up in such a realm?
When did I take a wrong turn?
Where did the feelings of joy go?
Why do fires of anger burn?
I miss the girl I know as "me"
I miss being in a place I know
I want to recapture the heartsong
that I sang before you had to go

"Precious Note"

My breaths are numbered

and I know not the day,

so as you slumber

I let my heart convey

...A precious note

penned just for you.
Sentiments to linger

when my time is through.

I can't live forever,

but this note I will leave

to offer you comfort

when your heart wants to grieve.

The note contains wisdom

and speaks words of love.

May it be a gift

of guidance from above.

Please keep this tradition
and pass the note on
so our grandkids will know us
long after we're gone.

Now open this note

with the peace of mind

that my memory remains
though I left you behind.

Where You Are

I drove as fast as I could,

though I knew you were gone.

What would I say

If I had gotten my goodbye?

There would be no words to keep you here

and they would not be enough

to express my love and gratitude.

I stood by your body,

and kissed your cold shell.

It was no longer you.

Where are you?

Sitting curled up in your chair

in wee hours of that morn,

watching Grandma slip into the fog of loneliness,

I waited for you to walk into the room.

You never did.

I waited, all that week

as I stayed at your house,

planning your final service.

But you never came.

Planning that service was the last thing

I wanted to do...

but it was the last thing

that I was honored to do for you.

I did it just the way you would have wanted.

Yet, I still waited for you.

I took Grandma to get something red to wear,

and hoped that you'd join us.

You didn't.

I bought a new dress and wore the shoes

that I wore to your birthday party.

I hoped that you would be there to see me.

I sat at your casket side, singing for you.

I went to your graveside, crying for you.

I left your body there, sobbing for you.

But you weren't there.

I go back to your house

and I still look.

Even though I know exactly where to find you,

and it is nowhere near me.

The Healing Power Of A Child

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you crying?"

"I am sad."

"Why are you sad?"

"My heart is hurting."

"Why does it hurt?"

"It is broken."

She scurries away.

I ask her what she is up to.

She returns, glue stick in hand.

"We'll fix this right up!"

She kisses my cheek.

No need for the glue stick.

I feel much better already.