I Am Here

I am here and you do not see me.
I am an invisible spot in your world.
I try to cry out and get your attention,
But still you do not see me.
I follow you around,
But, still you do not see me.
I wonder why you do not see me,
I try to find out.
I see you in the evening,
And you begin to cry.
I look to where you lay
And finally I know why.
I am gone from this world.
I have left you all alone.
Now I know why I am invisible,
I am only a ghost who’s new.

Afraid

Afraid to peer behind the curtain,
Who may be out there on the other side?
Afraid to open the door,
To see what the world has in store for me.
Afraid to walk down the street,
And see people I have never met.
Afraid to open my mouth,
What do I say to express myself?
Afraid to do or go anywhere,
I will continue to stay in my home a little bit longer.

I See

I see through infant eyes a world that is new and young.
I see through toddler eyes a world where I stumble along.
I see through child eyes a world of learning and knowing.
I see through teenage eyes a world that is independent and growing.
I see through young adult eyes a world that is open and challenging.
I see through adult eyes a world that is mature and acknowledging.
I see through old adult eyes a world that is slowing down and dimming.
I see through many stages of life a world that is full and brimming.

Thank You God

Thank you God,
For the bright blue skies that contains many clouds passing by.
Thank you God,
For each starry night that contain many bright stars that twinkle so bright.
Thank you God,
For crystal clear rivers that contain many marine mammals.
Thank you God,
For mountains so high, that I can see from many miles away.
Thank you God,
For the forests so green that contains many leaves that I have seen.
Thank you God,
For the waters I drink that keep me refresh all day long.
Thank you God,
For the foods that are fresh that leaves me full and healthy.
Thank you God,
For my body that is full of life and is meant only for me.
Thank you God,
For making me who I am and that I am different from anyone else.

Storm Hearing

I hear in the distance what no one else can.
The sound of a storm coming in.
My ears have hear it from miles away,
To which no human has yet to hear.
I pace back and forth,
Nervous of its coming.
My owner not aware of the distant drumming.
Then it comes with rage and torment.
I run to my hiding place under the stair basement.
I stay there panting through its loud droning.
Hoping, that it would end in the morning.
I stay there throughout the storm,
My owner finally aware of its form.
She comes to my rescue below the stairs,
And stays with me for as long as the storm airs.
Then it is gone with a flash of an eye.
I am glad it is finally passing by.
My owner and I leave our place,
I am happy now that it has left my space.

Like a Broken Record

Like a broken record lying on the ground,
The pieces are scattered all around.
Trying to pick up a shattered life,
Where and how to make things right?
To begin at the beginning or start anew,
Too much to pick or choose.
Finding out how to make it through,
Is very tough to do.
The pieces of a record are like your life,
That can sometimes be easily broken.
Slowly the pieces come back together,
How long it takes it doesn’t matter.

Soaring Love

Like eagle wings my love soars high.
So high that I could reach the sky.
What love is this, that enters my soul,
So new that I have never seen before.
Like a cloud I float above the sky,
In dreamy world of love is where I seem to be.
My heart has finally found the one
That sent my love soaring high.
Through days our love has grown,
I know that she is the one.
Our love will glide through the wind,
All the way till our final end.

Waiting Branch

A branch sits alone through winter months,
Waiting for the time that’s ripe.
Through sun and rain it waits,
For the first budding of spring to arrive.
At first there is nothing, no budding or petal to be found.
Then with flourish it happens one day,
Buds appear on branch once bare.
They slowly open their wings for spring has come.
Beautiful petals of white with golden pollen inside,
Finally bring the branch full in bloom.
Through spring and summer it continues its show,
Until the first frost kills its flowery bloom.
Once again a branch sits alone waiting for the coming of spring to come soon.

A Dog’s Love

My love is a different kind of love.
For I love you unconditionally.
I love you regardless of whom or what you are.
I cannot speak my love out of my mouth.
No words can I perform.
I cannot hug my love to you,
For my arms are furry paws.
My love comes from licking your face,
Or even wagging my tail.
My love comes from ruining your best stuff,
Or having you chase me around the home.
The only other love that I can show to you,
Is grinning a big doggy smile,
While my tummy is being rubbed.
I wish I could speak my love,
But only woof would do.

Old Tatter Boxes

A dusty corner pile high of endless old tatter boxes.
Tatter, musty boxes that are lost in time and space.
Pull the boxes from their places, they creak upon the floor.
The flying dust in the air of ages passes and is gone no more.
A whiff of old as boxes open to new eyes they see.
Hands gently take out the object never before have seen.
Old they are, just like the tatter, musty boxes,
But preserved with stories of old;
Stories of a person’s youth are where the object is now in hand.
The hands gently fond the object that once was used so well.
Back to its place in the tatter, musty box it goes;
Back the tatter, musty box creaks along the floor.
Back to the dusty corner pile high with old tatter boxes;
In a dusty corner lie endless old tatter boxes high,
Lost for a while until another time comes by.