The splash of refreshing rain revives
as introspective thoughts are discovered
Dry dusty things begin to feel energize
Rescued by soothing sounds… recovered
...
Throughout the day
I go about my business
Steady to the challenge…
images surface in the stillness
...
Her husband died… her child was grown
had many memories… lived all alone
Always was ready to greet and share
fashionably dressed with beauty parlor hair
...
The angry man cursed
At those he loved.
He was in a rage…
What was he thinking of?
...
The extent of my lineage, I can not trace
When I examine the features of my face…
There are many lines of unrecorded history.
There is a familiarity that creates a mystery.
...
Is there something
that would
insure that all your days
will be sunny…
...
When the sky turns deep purple
and the piercing sounds of scorn
seep into much sought after peace;
thoughts of the future are stillborn
...
Moms and Dads quarrel and fight
During the hours of day and night.
Flames burst into shouting matches…
Children hide and batten the hatches.
...
Unconsciously breathing the essence of life
Memories are etched with an indelible knife
Moments accumulate creating your being
Shaping you into the person you are seeing
...