I met you making movies.
We made them on the sand.
Drama and artistry moulded wonderfully 'tween our hands.
We cast out ropes to catch sweethearts.
Making movies.
Raptures art.
Throw roses round the fireplace.
Dress the mantle with perfect lace.
Captured cherries.
Fed with grapes and wine.
Love may be mine.
I shall not whinge nor ever whine.
(c)LIVVI

Ambitious and cheerful
She smiles
And fills our days
With giggles
And contagious laughter

But as you look into her eyes
Her beautiful brown eyes
empty
A bird stripped from its wings
Yearning to be free
Free from all the sorrows
Sorrows of today
And maybe of tomorrow

She's a warrior
Who never gives up
A sonnet
Beautiful and graceful
A diamond in the rough
Waiting for the perfect time to shine

She's my inspiration
My reason to look forward to the day
My partner in crime
My **best friend

She draws Crayola green meadows
in which she frolics and laughs
snuggling up to her
imaginary daddy whom she colors
in unstraight multi-hued stripes
accessorized by a large
unselfish heart in brick red
proudly erupting from his chest.
Her sepia brown-blob puppy is
rediculously happy,
just like her
holding the perfect father
she has always dreamed he is.
Together they stare at
blue construction paper skies
and cotton ball clouds
discovering sailing ships,
famous people heads,
and all the animals they will see
on the day he comes
to take her to the zoo.

~

He labors intently within the lines
coloring subdivided spaces
in one direction just the way
he would teach her
if she were here.
Pressing into the bold
outline on a tiger tail
he hears her giggle in his thoughts.

He closes the book
each page fully given life
placing it on the teetering pile of
earlier masterpieces
filed beside his desk
where he and his daughter stored
the art they created
on regular dates they never had.
He rises on the ritual of completion
toward his omnipresent closet
full of stacked and redundant "if onlys",
each one shaped as
a 64-count box
purchased and purchased again
with every book
he intended to share
on their next wax pencil excursion.
On his toes,
one more "if only" goes to the top.

He still colors.

She still dreams.

~

An Orange/Red sun drew itself
out of the bleacher tiered palate
and hung high betwixt
her cottonball clouds
29 years from the start.
Daddy holds his daughter in deep embrace
while a secret artiste' paints
a tiny translucent drop
on her quivering cheek.
The diligence of construction-paper prayers
are answered in the evidence that
there is no crayon for clear...
it is a tear,
and we are really here.

(I love you my precious girl, with every color in the box :-))

I remember the day you hugged me with all your might,
Indescribable feelings and emotions subside; thing’s that I really cannot hide.
It was during that night when I also hugged you tight,
turning back time is all that I can feel inside.

If you only knew the day you left me all alone,
the dreams you dreamt for me to all vanished.
Everything was shattered, my paths became dim and everything was broken.
But the memories you have left to us; we always cherish.

I can feel you, I can sense you, you are everywhere.
The moment when we were together, the moment we loved each other,
The journey you have not finished, I will start building somewhere,
And carry all your words of wisdom, today, tomorrow until forever!

May you be happy as you are with our God Almighty.
This sonnet is for you, I will love you till Eternity!