Lying in the dark
My mind begins to race

What was left undone?
What do I wish erased?

Each morning full of promises
Not all can be fulfilled

Keep moving forward
The pile on my desk tilled

Little victories
Sudden disappointments
Each day a new combination of both

I think I did my best
Try to get some rest

After all Miss Scarlet
Tomorrow's Another Day

Create a new profile
Awkward at first
Anxious to try
Putting feelings to verse

Words dance in my head
Trying to arrange
Make them line up
Bring meaning and change

What is a poem?
What is it worth?
It's just like a dance
Decorating our Earth

I know some days are dark
And you curl up to hide from this world
That seems to not understand

You shiver with cold and feel like the clouds have come down from the sky
Just to swallow you whole

But I believe you will find light
You will find the energy and courage to lift your head back up
And you will see what I see

A brilliant and talented and loving girl
Who has an important life to lead
Who will make her way and make a difference



First you need to believe in the light
Then believe in yourself
And believe that many of us are here waiting for you

We want to help where we can
We want to dance with you in the light
So please be strong, and carry on

Those clouds will lift and you will raise your head
You will feel the warmth of the sun and the love of those around you
And light will shine on you

Most beautiful of all is that this light will shine from within you as well
You will share yourself again
Because you will know that you are worth sharing

It started out huge
picking my tiny daughter up for school on the first
of many many too many days

She would hop on
sometimes begrudgingly
hopping off always joyfully

But as she has grown
that bus has begun to shrink
and become ever so small

That bus seemed plenty big enough
for her and her giant backpack
her crayons and papers

It seemed to be just right as she
continued to board with her novels
and friends

It seems too small now
Too small to hold her and all of her
dreams and ambitions

I no longer see her on that bus
but walking through some bucolic campus
sitting under shade trees sketching

Or stepping off of a busy curb
over puddles and around cars
on her way to a gallery or show

Yes, that bus has been shrinking
and I can't stop it
but I can marvel at how it has changed

Are you ever so cold that it startles you to touch your own skin?  A cold so deep that you feel it in your bones, and so complete that you shiver and quake.  And all you want is to go home.

You try to put on extra socks or mittens or scarves, but the truth is that you can't get warm until you are home. With those who love you.  With 4 legged friends who look at you with unbridled adoration, or with family who surround you with their rumbling white noise,   You find yourself wrapped the blanket of the familiar .

Home is not a perfect place, but is the place where I am warm.  Where I can finally thaw the chill of the outside world, think warm thoughts, and curl up inside my own dreams.

Hello Super Bowl Sunday,
I don't really know you

I know I should be attentive,
but I haven't got a clue

You are a holiday to many,
a really big deal

But to me you are a mystery,
and an excuse for a meal

A game to watch, I get it,
and some really pricey ads

I can watch what others scream about,
and pick up on new fads

I feel I am outside looking in,
on others' joys and sorrow

They will hype all day beforehand,
recapping all tomorrow

After all, its just a game,
Not filled with reason and rhyme

But I will get my revenge next month,
when it's Oscars Time!!