A child is the reflection of a mothers love.
Through smiles of approval, caresses and care
Sweetness is made of flesh and not stone
Enduring, it is passed on only by mothers
While men make names for themselves
A mothers love is her legacy
It lives on in her children
The foundation of all that is good in man.

I speak my mind
But no one listens
My voice meets silence
Passions are ridiculed

The world is deaf and blind
Lost in their own noise
They Ignore and cut off.
So willing to hurt.

But a spark of attention
Is a burning flame
Thoughts intermingled
are relevant and dear.

A sweet voice is heard
Away from the crowd
Far from the noise
Close to the heart.

We converse upon her shore
Sometimes a gentle whisper
Sometimes a racious roar.

Her mood changes by day
Sometimes a sapphire blue
Sometimes a dreary grey

Our dates aren’t always nice
Sometimes warm with sun
Sometimes cold as ice

Can’t get her to obey
But still I want to stay.

She whispered to a rose
A lovely morn do you suppose?
The daffodils have had their fill
The water on their petals spill
Chirping frogs and chickadees
Crickets add their energy
An orchestra! the sun joins too
A mist as sunlight frees the dew.
Her voice a quiet hush
In fellowship enjoys the rush.
Adore the offspring of her toil
Such beauty found on garden soil

A cool moist breeze stings my neck, and I shudder.
Gray betrays hope, guarding the sky against it.

Snowflakes meander and fall on dead leaves
Absorbed into an insipid scene

Twigs to be burned in spring celebrations.
Are no longer snow bound

Nature conspires against the grey
Life is its weapon of choice

Anxiety! My nerves are toast!
A long escape, I need the most.
I want a room, an ocean view.
This boring place, I’ll trade for new.
I’ll give my heart soul and time.
Damn the cost it shall be mine!
Like a star without the pay,
I’ll take my heart and fly away!
But everywhere my travels took,
I’d find myself in a book.
At hotels, ships, an unreal crowd.
We’d party hard and party loud.
My peaceful home called to me.
I dreamed of quiet, dreamed of trees.
The gentle breeze I’m feeling now.
Away from noise, away from crowds.
Away from cars, away from planes.
A patch of sod that stays the same.
Watch the leaves that slowly fall.
Close my eyes as wild birds call.
My home’s OK, at least it’s real.
Relaxing here, that’s how I feel.