Hanging On

it slips away…life
between our fingers
over our laughs, cries
even our adventures

just when you think you have it
everything changes, and
there you are naked, wondering
left hanging by a thread

this is nothing new
despite some folks’ protestation
it’s always been the same
only the names change, which doesn’t matter

you will arise tomorrow
everything that was
still will be in your deepest place
hanging by a thread

Still a Part of Me

A part of my life
You will always be
Happy and sad
Both parts of me

Looking back on the years
So many struggles come into view
Roller coaster feelings
Ups and downs, the life we knew

Twenty-two years you’ve been gone
It seems just like yesterday
Where did the time go
I don’t know what to say

A boy can never just forget his mom
After all, I was a part of you
From the very start
Our lives together grew

Spring brings back memories
Of earlier times we both knew
Happy and sad times
Still it’s hard to let go of you

Pondering Poetry

Poetry is
one of those things
I like to do
and do often

Poetry is
one of those things
seizing my imagination
and never letting go
until it has had its say

Poetry is
something that starts
deep inside you
and doesn’t stop starting
until it has run its course

Poetry is
one of those things
helping you find your way
when you’re lost
and I would be lost without it

Poetry is
something that people tried
to live without
at points in history
only to discover
that poetry is who they were

Poetry is a blessing and a curse
and those possessed by it
have no choice but
to let it write itself
through them

Finally
poetry is not
the exclusive domain of poets
with special gifts.
Poetry is for anyone
who breathes air

With Springtime Comes Memories

every spring, uncharted water
an adventure in becoming
a day by day unfolding of secrets
some buried beneath leftover snow
others much deeper, in the heart

the crocuses slowly show themselves
they too test the water
not convinced their time has come
the birds sing songs of change
yet romance fails to fill their eyes

the older we grow, the more we have to remember
so many childhood memories sprout this spring
like shedding our coats walking home from school, and
seeing a robin hop across the neighbor’s yard, and
wondering why God has so many secrets