What if...

Is it true that we are stars
come down to earth
upon our birth?

Is it true that we are dust
traveling light
with sacred plight?

Is it true that we are seeds
upon the wind
never to end?

Then make it true that we are nice
and we are fair
and that we care.

What if we cared?

Growing pains

A vegetable
a vegetable
a vegetable I grew.

I thought it was
I thought it was
A favorite of yours too.

But you said 'red'?
and I heard 'green'?
Will be the strangest
will be the strangest
will be the strangest vegetable I've seen.

Two vegetables
two vegetables
two vegetables I grew.

A nice green one for me
a nice green one for me
and a nice red one for you!


~silly gardener

Wringing in the new

I work with me
and hope to change
the things that sadly linger.

But what I see
as changing fast
did not escape the wringer!

And oh the joy
I find inside
which makes me quite the singer.

For I have peace
with life as such
that everyone has their wringer.

I do miss you

As I grew I realized my Dad had little time for me. It wasn't personal, as it was the same for my brothers. The man was simply, always gone somewhere. He was one of those people who could not stop; in constant motion as he investigated the world he lived in. There were some good moments and I hang onto those, hoping his life was what he wanted it to be. So I can only guess that the little angels wave goodbye to him every day as he's off to explore another plane.

Yes, I do miss you.