Gift of Life

Don’t you think it would be nice If life could be: Wrapped up, Made pretty, Topped-off with a fancy bow? Though that probably won’t happen In your life or mine Life is still the greatest gift Any of us will ever find To unwrap To tear through To savor The gift of life Inside

Irish Sweater

It is warmly made Of intricate threads Connecting the past With the future ahead Woven by hand Finished with heart A textile relic A proud work of art Its Celtic knots Are proudly worn Even when its threads Are old and torn The sweater strong As the wearer stubborn

Mind and Body

At the end of the street Where it turns to gravel I walk on As my mind too travels Down different paths Some old, some new Some fantastic Some simply true As the gravel rolls Under my feet I know I’m back At the end of the street Mind and body Lighter than before