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I Believed, Part II

English: Santa Claus with a little girl Espera...

I believed – oh, why did I believe?

He said to me, “I’ll always be there,”

So where is he today?

If ever he’d fly to the moon,

Thoughts of me would never fade.

And as long as there was mail,

I’d receive his news.

Like a child who believes in Santa,

I hung on his every word,

Let those words melt my heart,

Permeate my soul.

I believed – oh, why did I believe?

Why did I believe in him?


July 20, 2013 Posted by | Poetry | , , | Leave a comment


The Heart

The Heart (Photo credit: petalouda62)

One day he was there;

The next, he was gone.

I missed his boots, his shirt, his letters, his voice . . .

I missed him.

His leaving left a hole in my heart,

One that never mends –

That hurts.

Even so, I had to move on.

July 1, 2013 Posted by | Life, Poetry | , , , | 4 Comments

Distant Memory

Something to Remember

Sometimes when gentle rain falls,

When lazy days stretch and yawn,

My mind sifts

Back to a distant time –

A time when there was you

and laughter

and hope

and joy.

But like all things that pass

When truth does not prevail,

You’re just a piece of HISTORY –

A MEMORY that will not last.

April 6, 2013 Posted by | Poetry | , , , , | 3 Comments


Sometimes in life, we try to scale mountains.

beach leaping!

beach leaping! (Photo credit: Foxtongue)

We want to swim across oceans,

Leap across seas.

But there’s a time and a place for all things.

Sometimes we just need to breathe.

We think we can walk before we crawl.

We want to prove manhood and womanhood before the time is right.

We want it all now – what life can offer.

But there’s a time and a place for all things.

Sometimes we just need to WAIT.

April 2, 2013 Posted by | Poetry | , , , | 1 Comment

Blind Man, Part II

shades-300x240The blind man and I met for the first time, face to face.

I was anxious to see this person who made me feel so alive in ways that no one else had.

His words moved me.

The gentleness in his voice stirred me.

His kind words endeared me to him.

When his fingers caressed my face, Continue reading

March 19, 2013 Posted by | Poetry | , | 1 Comment

I Believed

Someone once told me that my eyes were magical.
When I glanced into the mirror,
I saw the magic

He said my smile was sweet.
When I gazed at my reflection,
My lips looked full and soft
Like fresh, ripe strawberries,
Delicious enough to eat.

My teeth gleamed pearly white.
My hair sparkled with sunshine.
My cheeks blushed a radiant pink.
I was beautiful, he said, Continue reading

March 12, 2013 Posted by | Poetry | , , | 8 Comments




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