When Sarah Murphy planted A single seed many years ago Never in her wildest dreams Did she imagine how tall it’d grow; For months the young girl waited Hoping patiently That with the thaw of winter A miracle she would see; On hands and knees, she searched The muddy dirt and debris Until her hand,… Read More Sarah’s Sycamore
May your days be bright And your nights be merry; With memories made May they all be cheery; And if they’re not Because no, they won’t be; Make the best of life And yes, advice is free
A place holds memories Of all who came before Of the one who built its walls To the last to lock its doors; It’s the layers of the people And all the memories they’ve made That live on forever In the places, they have stayed; It’s what makes you think If only these walls could… Read More Layers
As raindrops do Souls fall to earth Are given life And breath at birth; Some will gently nurture While others flood Where one aids in growth Another turns to mud; Then just as quickly As they once fell to earth They evaporate Back into the dirt; Where one sprouts new life The other causes only… Read More Evaporate
Find a place To call your own A perfect house To make your home; A home to fill With happiness To share with those You love the best; A home to share Laughter and tears To store precious memories Year after year
Fill your life with color That will seep into all your days Blending away the blues And smudging out the grays; Make your finished portrait A collection of each day Stretched across a canvas A scene, ready to display; As artwork, you’ve completed Through blood, sweat and tears Only truly finished When your signature appears
A warrior on your battlefield I bleed and do not hide Knowing the goal is not to win or lose But simply to survive By capturing lost memories I’m sealing my own fate Always to remember Even though pain for me awaits To brand me with scars And then tease me with joy Until I’m… Read More Warrior
It all begins At a starting point And grows from there With a single choice; Which direction Will you choose And with that choice Will you win or lose? A lucky few end up At the starting point, again With a second chance to choose What they should’ve chosen then
It’s the pieces When combined That finish the design In a mosaic collection Gathered over a lifetime It’s the pieces Mended together Where broken edge Meets broken edge That turns imperfection Into a masterpiece instead
A classic Is remembered Cherished and kept It’s something important We should not forget Formed with much thought By talented hands An art piece ages As patina expands Though the petals have dried Still beauty remains A classic Adored in youth Is now revered with age
Jessica M. Collette 
You must be logged in to post a comment.