Perhaps it was a bit wrong

For me to expect so much.

Opening the cupboard,

And expecting a full lunch.

Instead I have to go and buy

More things to fill the shelves.

I’ll take Daisy, maybe Pete

We’ll pick things out ourselves.

And when we’re done,

We’ll drive on back,

And fill the shelves

With the foods we lacked.

We’ll make dinner, then

With pasta and bread.

Before we put

The kids to bed....

As spring approaches,

The air gets warm,

The birds chirp louder,

And the first bloom appears.

It feels so familiar—

The anticipation of spring—

But the first bloom

Misses your gaze.

She misses the way you

Smile.

She misses the way you

Laugh.

She misses the way I

Tell you

To smell her…

Forgetting you’ve told me you can’t.

The birds chirp

Without audience,

And the breeze goes

Stagnant. Stil...

I’ve been told

To keep my balance,

Walk the straight path,

Follow the rules.

I’ve been told

That a life well lived

Is constant and steady.

“Unpredictable” is for fools.

Yet “unpredictable”

Makes life exciting

And excitement

Makes life worth living—

So why should I strive

For consistency?

Why should I desire

Routine?

Let me dance in the rain,

And speak my mind.

Let me stay up all night

Jus...

It happened too fast, one winter night.

Suddenly you were gone.

None of us even got to say goodbye.

Not before you were gone.

I miss you sometimes, well, more than that.

But my happiness is not gone.

I see you in gardenias. I hear you in the Beatles.

It’s like you aren’t gone.

But I can’t help from wishing. I can’t help the thoughts saying

I wish you weren’t gone....

If wishes fell like rain

Then certainly I’m a storm.

Never ceasing, never easing

In my constant downpour.

I wish for peace and love and joy

They’re standard things, I know.

But how could I be happy

If others aren’t so?

I wish for more time with those lost

A chance to say goodbye.

I wish that they could comfort me

When I remember them and cry.

I wish that days were longer

And perhaps that...

Oh how I adore you, my willow tree.

Rooted firmly in the ground, never ceasing to stand tall. With your arms, long and graceful, reaching out as far as possible. Creating a shelter of shade beneath your leaves.

Your strong branches hold a rope swing that goes higher than any playground swing could. Your weak branches serve as crowns when we rip them off and tie them in circles to place gently ...

It used to be much easier to forgive

Than to forget the pain caused.

But now I’m old and, alas,

My brain isn’t as it was.

So I’ve noticed now that I forget

Long before I decide to forgive.

And perhaps it is good,

And perhaps it is bad,

And perhaps

I should write things down,

So I can go back to forgiving

Before I forget....

She used to look in the mirror and recognize her reflection. She saw her hair and her eyes and knew who she was.

But now she looks in the mirror and wonders what happened to the woman she knew. Still the same hair, still the same eyes—and yet she can’t seem to recognize herself when she passes by a mirror.

Perhaps it’s the lines on her forehead that make her look different. That remind her of ...

He once knew a girl named Dakota.

She was rash—startlingly so. Like the sun piercing through the curtains while you’re trying to sleep. She was never known to tell a lie, in fact, it probably wasn’t possible. Brutally honest comments under her breath were most often heard by the people around her—people who would have to bite their tongue to keep from snickering at her words.

She was foolish, ...

Void of all instincts, new to the world—the kitten stretches its paws, reaching to things she doesn’t recognize but wants to learn about. She blinks—once, twice—and makes a small noise of contentment as she curls into the blanket surrounding her. Tomorrow she’ll explore the house. Meet new people, learn new things. But for today…she rests. Snuggled in the arms of a child in awe, she has no idea of...