He stirred her moons—
left them pulsing like distant stars.

Her inner tides rose
quietly—
and in the moonlit
water,
her face blurred, yet
shimmered like something sacred.
She laughed, even in—unrest.

The moon saw her—better than
she did.

Thanks for the brilliant rainbow that you sent me last night
Bright and vibrant colors
You were saying Hello and the tears flowed in our car
You know I hate Fathers' Day
Will wish your son- in law and your grandsons - in law
You have two great great grandsons and great granddaughter now
Please watch over them with Mom
Along with all of us
Can't spoil or wish you a great day
You left us long ago but still broken hearted
Fifteen and twelve year old girls in our hearts and minds
Just know that we love you and miss you.
Saw the Zebra butterfly earlier.
Thanks for accompanying me on my walk
I am still Daddy's girl

He went looking
But couldn't  find it
Anywhere
The fuel in his tear drop gas tank
Could of took him beyond care
After a realisation
That tear drop explodes
The American dream
Red White and Blew
All over the road.

We talk about the
past like it's a
movie we
watched together.
You liked the
cinematography.
I didn't care for the
cruelty of the
protagonist.

We disagree on the
theme, and every
scene holds different
aspects of
symbolism for us.
I'm not sure I want
there to be a sequel,
despite the good
acting.