Poetry

Just Imagine...

Imagine your own death, just imagine…

Seeing your body, lifeless in a coffin…

Just the thought of it would probably give you a heart attack;

Beware! The treachery of death is not an innocent prank!

Do you look pretty darn good in that cold casket?

Are you wearing your favorite color or outfit?

Have they covered your pale face with much make-up

Simply to conceal the kind of life that geared you up?

so many words left unsaid,
like raindrops falling from the sky,
to numerous to count

so much time we had
we could talk whenever we wished

tonight there is no rain and I find myself
wishing you were holding me

I spoke a thousand words to you today
and wondered if you heard them
or were they like un-danced songs

if I screamed I love you…..would it rain again
would I hear your words
or feel only your tears as
they fell from the sky mixing with mine

My Memorial Day Prayer

  Father God,

the sweet aroma of nature’s bounty overpowers the sense of smell in flavors of hundreds…and the eyes in myriad colors of endless beauty

the sound of bird song fills the air with sweet melodies as they flit from oak to maple and back

nature’s rebirth surrounds me its smells enfold me and awe my senses

stepping off the old wooden porch now worn and weathered, so in need of repair, it is like stepping into the past

so many memories carried within from times well remembered