Tuesday, July 26, 2016


Softened, gnarled, rubbed
loose by years, wrinkled,
worn, revealed; laid bare
in truth once hidden, so
does age make real.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Crack of time


Crack of time did open,
slick the memories,
lock the day in sadness;
succumb to what has been.

In the thrum of grieving,
hope did irk the pain,
shine a spark immortal;
luck would come again.

Crumble did the moments,
lock in space and time,
optimism was my chum;
friend which did remind.



Saturday, July 16, 2016


Softly came the knowing,
understanding reigned,
holding on to reason,
truths were full proclaimed.

All that had been hidden,
now revealed at last,
scattered through the days;
remnants of my past.

Knitted into costume,
finding place to be,
healing like a second skin;
the scars which made me.

Monday, July 11, 2016

Bird of love


Laugh lightly at the end of days,
weep deeply in its warmth,
spice of wit dilutes the shock;
the bird of love released.

Memories hold fast, in place,
sure twinkle in our dreams,
to  grow a quilt of trust;
and soothe the hours of grief.

Let love lift up its voice in song,
to smooth life's coverlet,
so time can bring its healing;
acceptance takes small steps.

The wren of hope sings quietly,
in words we may not hear,
but sing it does, eternally;
reminds us not to fear.