You dreamed of seeing me up there, Alas, I never made it; I moved beyond, to other things, And your hopes slowly faded Oh yes, you had so many plans For this fly in the ointment: I was a minor talent, but A major disappointment
We want to see our flowers grow, But somehow, don’t suspect We won’t get buds of love, When we have watered with Neglect
We last ate here decades ago. It hasn't changed.
Now may I be a covered bridge to you To lift you o’er the turbulence below; With walls to help you some in blowing winds, A roof to shield your head from bitter snow. May I provide safe passage on your way A respite from the frigid arctic blast: A covered bridge along your winter’s way, That … Continue reading "A Covered Bridge"
He worked until the day he passed. A man his children barely knew; His son and daughter came back home To do whatever they could do And out there where he’d left it last: The old truck that he’d always had – They sat and watched the sun go down And traded stories of their … Continue reading "Love’s Last Labor"
few things are sadder.
now watch a mother push her daughter laughing, on a swing; now ever see the joy that is or can be, everything not on the phone off somewhere else, but focused on – and of – now love the moments that you have, while they are there to love
I smile every single time I see.
What she's lost, only her sister would know.