Jim Yerman Poems

We love to walk in the morning…we know our walk is not complete
unless we walk the way the native Americans did…
as if we're kissing the Earth with our feet.
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The last thing I do before I get into bed…is remove my glasses from my head.

When young my thinking was innocent…my emotions raw…I assumed everyone saw the world I saw.
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Is there an artist inside each of us? Of this I have no doubt.
It's just a matter of reaching down… and pulling that artist out….

"Mom…I have something to show you! " Christi said.
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We adults tend to lose ours innocence as the years unfold…
which is why the innocence of our children is a beauty we behold.

Children sing before they realize there even is a song.
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There is a specific kind of loneliness when you lose someone you love
It is difficult to explain…
For some it's like a hole in their heart…
For others…a permanent stain.
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GRANDPA'S CHAIR

One day as we visited Grandpa and saw him sitting there
we thought it was probably the right time to buy him a new chair.
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I've heard it said if you live in the past
the less future you have to enjoy…
yet, sometimes I long for the ‘good old days'…
back to the time I was just a boy…
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We haven't always got along…the neighbor down the street and me
When it comes to yard work…eye to eye…we don't always see.

Oh ours is but a minor disagreement…a tiny tiff I must admit…
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"Why are you always holding Grandma's hand? " she asked.
Grandpa smiled…as was his way.
"The reason we hold hands, " he answered
"goes back to that first day."
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As we walked along a wooded path beside the river's edge
enjoying the evening breeze
we began to notice the sunset…
peeking through the trees.
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