Pulling Weeds
One of the most important tasks We all must do Is pulling weeds That have encroached Into our beautiful places Before they strangle out The peace, the hope, the dreams We gently planted So many moons ago
One of the most important tasks We all must do Is pulling weeds That have encroached Into our beautiful places Before they strangle out The peace, the hope, the dreams We gently planted So many moons ago
She has a way about her Hot-tempered She boils and stirs The air Until heavy and thick Weighted In the intensity We bow Resigned to knowing Mere flowers, we are Dried between August’s pages An homage to her When the calendar reflects The depths of wintertime
Let’s take a ride in a time machine So, we can witness what has been seen Let the music bring us to days gone by We thought they’d last, but away they’d fly On catchy notes and nostalgic lyrics We’d reminisce but never truly hear it Lost in the noise of time and space We’ve… Read More Time Machine
I’m very pleased to be the featured author in the Discover Rhode Island July issue highlighting my new book, Happy is Here! It’s also cool that this issue showcases this delicious-looking sundae from one of my favorite spots to get something sweet, Wright’s Dairy Farm!
Some days are for praying Down on our knees While asking for a miracle We cannot yet see ********************** Some days are for praying Down on our knees To joyfully give thanks For the miracle received
My t-shirt states Good Days Ahead Since I’m a realist I half believe what I’ve read Because I know they’ll be hard Challenging and sad Some days to forget That were mostly bad But there will also be joy Celebrations and laughter Days to remember For many, many days after There will be days ahead… Read More Good Days Ahead
If you’re living right You’ll understand Life doesn’t always Go as planned It’s a hurry up To wait some more A hallelujah You can’t ignore Life will hit you hard With a closed fist Then pull you in For a hug and kiss Before sending you On your way To places unknown You’re not long… Read More Day By Day
Honking horns Shouting voices Commuter trains Construction noises Wailing sirens Screeching brakes Blaring music Stress headaches To silence the noise A sparrow sings
In a world of poison ivy Be the hope Be the cure Beautiful, strong, and resilient Able to endure
How do we find Meaning In a pile of Messy moments? We search We sift We sort For the elusive In the rubble Only to realize The pebble in our pocket Was the answer We carried with us All along
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