What you did for us It’s in the air It’s in the blades of grass And rims the clouds What you did for us Always there In the sounds all around And in the silence found What you did for us Has no words In the looking back And the looking forward […]
Dr. Clayton by Jan Price I’m sorry For asking far too much Far too many times With good reason but no rhyme Knowing never quite what to say Needing your help right then anyway Calling often so very late Being in an upset state Seeking solutions from seeming nowhere Finding you were always there Asking
New Me It’s on its way to turning gray What to do now? Leave it go? Take a look At the camera pose See what’s there Lots of gray hair Oh no. I don’t want I’d rather see The other hair The old me there It was brown All the way around No gray across
What could be better than hugging Frank?
When Frank and I hug, it’s an enveloping total wrap around embrace tight hug.
It’s warm and soft and lasts a long time.
It’s often and expected and necessary.
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When I die
Don’t lie
Tell the truth
About all the times
I cried out loud
Or pitched and scoffed
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What would it be like to be a white squirrel? Traveling about without a clue Or maybe so, he does know As the world is aware of the chance here Of getting there and back or not And maybe this squirrel no different than us We see the field ahead past the fence And then
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Why do we love the moon?
We do.
Does it take us somewhere else?
Or bring us back to where we belong?
So far away down here alone.