Her.

“Good Morning gorgeous”
echoes down the hall
her voice altered
into a decibel
that she created
a clear tone only meant
to the one who knows

I have looked at her for 27 years
and counting, I witnessed growth
naturally aligned with her stars
never gone astray
with a mind for a compass
a heart to balance and a body to embrace
those who need

Her strength bewitched me
from mishaps to miracles
her legs never failed her
from tree climbing to moving houses
from cartwheels to driving in foggy weather
Her courage moved me
from enduring unfairness
to teaching about fairness
her rationale calmed me
and it was when she carried her baby
that I felt mother nature adopt her into motherhood
blessing her with power unknown to man
with endurance with love, with intensified
fountains of love, waterfalling everyday
every night into her baby’s heart
filling her with a glow only she knows how to grow

I saw her in a different light
with her own world between her arms
marveling at the strength that body has
to carry and nourish

She has become a mother
even though from time to time
I still steal a glance at the sister I knew
but I, now, am the proud sister of a mother.

Looking through the window
at floating clouds
sun beams melting away
in their fluff
a bird flies by

A slight shiver awakens my spine
your warmth slowly slithers
around me
a strong embrace

The sun shows up again
the clouds have passed
blue skies, calm me

you land a kiss on my shoulder

you go back to bed

and sign off with a light caress down my spine

sign language for

"come back to bed
the sun understands"

Here's to the poems that never made it
I will forever smile in your memory
clandestine

Dear fellow poets,

Try to vocalize
what you immortalize on paper.

Sincerely,
your courage.

Can my muses
be revolting with my sisters
while my pencil carves
its sorrows
on papers
wet with tears?

When a poet's heart skips a beat
it's only a comma before the
******

a space between the next
best adjective

a period before the
capital start ....


(takes a deep breath)

I always say
it'll change
but the morning
will never be a sunset

I left no stone unturned
now they thank me
for they see
the
sun

At this age
I still haven't figured out
how to become the life-connoisseur
everyone else has seemingly become