Reflect
Sometimes It’s as simple As pausing To reflect on it all
Tag: Poem
Your Story’s Not Done
Memories are alive They breathe and age With us, like us They’re never the same They shrink and expand With each breath in our lungs They return us to places Where they once had begun They remind us how far We all have come Before whispering, “Your story’s not done.”
A Home
At the top of a hill Overlooking the sea Is a little red house In an apple tree It sits empty Waiting patiently For someone to make This house A home
Happy Little Flowers
It’s right about now When dandelions appear With bright yellow flowers Blossoming far and near Though they’ve been called Nothing more than weeds They are so much more So much more, indeed The bees and butterflies Find them, “Oh, so pretty!” They’ll grow anywhere Whether country or city They add much-needed interest To a lawn… Read More Happy Little Flowers
Spring Cleaning
Just as the birds are Searching for the best Moss and leaves To line their nests We, too, should start With our spring cleaning Gathering and keeping What, to us, has meaning A helpful hand An encouraging word A promise kept A prayer heard A thankful heart That counts its blessings Every time a songbird… Read More Spring Cleaning
Be Mine
Out of all the disposable Paper cards Melted chocolate hearts And fallen flower petals I hope you find The warm hands Kind eyes And soft lips That shout Without saying a word, “Be mine, Because forever, I’m yours.”
Cradled
It’s in the cries Of yesterday We find the purpose Of the present That points us to the hope Cradled in the hands Of tomorrow
Humble Road
If we all just tried To make this place A better place to be With hugs to give With ears to hear The cries from mouths Both far and near With eyes wide open And hearts that beat In rhythm With those we meet Along the humble road Of life
Stripped
It’s in the moments When our senses are deprived We finally figure out Just who we are inside Stripped of flesh Pretense and perception As small as we are large Freed from perfection Simply alive As we were always Meant to be
Roasted Coffee Beans
Was it the caffeine Or the nostalgic scent Of roasted coffee beans That came and went Like the steam rising Softly from my favorite mug It encircled me With a heartfelt hug It warmed me deeply Flesh and bone It traveled further To touch my soul Before it welcomed me Back To a place, I’ve… Read More Roasted Coffee Beans
Jessica M. Collette 
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