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

Swing

  We used to swing as children From branches young as us Telling stories Whispering secrets Breathing wishes Into the future But would we ever catch them there? Swinging from branches Aged and weathered Carrying the weight of life Our stories Our secrets Our wishes Those we’re still chasing Those forever lost to us