Because I Must

I look in on your tiny
little self, sleeping in
a big girls bed, and
my heart soares.
I smell your pink velvet skin
that I am compelled to touch,
often. Just feeling your cheek
with my finger is
a pleasure unlike any other.
Later you would ask,
“Mommy why do you
touch my face?”
“Because I must.
Just like when you see
your baby brother, and
your heart soares.
You have to grab his
chubby little hands, and
squeeze and kiss them.
You can’t help it.
You just have to.
Because you must.”

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Good Teen Fun

Teens are dumb
It’s not their fault.
They must have fun
And then get caught.
Though parents do
The best they can;
They don’t know how,
Or where or when
To just say no
Or that’s enough!
The kid just laughs
And says that’s tough!

While fathers tend
To say just wait;
What future holds
Depends on fate.
The mothers’ woe
Is so much worse.
She cries all day
And wants to curse.
It seems all you
Can do is laugh.
And as they say,
This too shall pass.

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Nature Time

Earths’ sweet beauty abounds by me;
From a silent garden to a pounding sea.

Friends and family make a home.
But how I yearn for days alone.

It fills my heart and makes me see;
What loved ones really mean to me.

So clear the mind and fill the breath,
No nature time would be as death.

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Relationship Symphony

You knew me
When
My spirit was young,
With sharps and flats
On a music sheet.

Loved me
When
The melody was sung,
And danced along
At a steady beat.

Supported me
When
The song was somber,
And I could feel
My soul retreat.

Caressed me
When
The crescendo thundered,
And once again
I rose to my feet.

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I Ponder This

Where was my soul
Before my birth,
When mother brought
Me to the earth?

Was it above
Upon a cloud,
Or in a King
Who was so proud?

I ponder this
Both day and night.
A curious quest
That bares no light.

I sort through myths
That make no sense.
I had beliefs,
But no defense.

Where goes my soul
When I am gone?
Philosophy
May be a con.

Perhaps it’s simpler
Than we think,
A flake of snow
On an icy rink.

Or a gentle wave
On a pleasant bay.
If truth be told,
That would be O.K.

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