Category Archives: National Poetry Month

The story go-round

I write stories true; to share me with you – I’m happy because then I get back a bit of you. Which helps me give even more of me to you. So thank you. And round and round we go, we two.

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Mirror, Mirror

You were little, and then you were not – my baby boy; missed you a lot.  In between our minds, next we knew it was teen-time; lost time and more blindness; leaving hurt all around.  Love swirling – never ending, never bending; came without bounds…taking root, no longer at the foot, rising tall – can’t understand about the fall.  Stepping it off – make the most of grace and all.

Man, man -truly grand to see me in you.  By the hour the power of children creating time lines and mine kinds; just like you when you were me all over again. And so it begins to dawn that the best – always the best, that’s true – was given to you.

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