When I think about growing old some day
I smile because I think of you.
Of all the loving words you say
And the generous things you do.
Sometimes while walking the golden path,
You come across a silver one.
Glistening in the moon light, you turn
Never realizing what you’ve done.
So innocent and sweet, perfection could not come close
Your tiny lips form a big yawn and I can’t help but to think,
Why would the gods grant me with such a blessing as her?
What did I do to deserve this angel wrapped in pink?
As she undoes the latch and pushes open the door
The blue-jays breath catches, he wants to say something but can’t.
Before she turns to smile, she re-latches it behind her.
The Blue-Jay reaches out to her silently, if only she could understand.
Well, once again I find myself at the part where I must share who I am with you. Strangers soon to be friends. I was born and raised far up north in Green bay Wisconsin. I cannot say I ever felt that was where I was meant to be. From the beginning of my memories I dreamed of Sandy beaches, clear blue water...Golden and russet deserts and regal moun ...