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Jam
I like watching you in the kitchen.

Your motions are swift,
from the stove to the food processor
to the sink to the dishwasher
it's one seamless flurry.
A graceful hustle.

Country music is playing in the background.
You don't know all the words,
but every once in a while
a lyric escapes your honeyed mouth.
I smile
because it's a line filled with weight.
A heavy pondering
with careful reflection.
I can see that in your smile.

As I sit here,
eyeing you with adoration,
you approach me
with a petite sample on a silver fork.
I do not hesitate
to open my mouth,
like a baby bird begging for a secondhand worm.

Just like everything you have ever given me,
it is marvelous.
It's of good quality and impeccable flavor,
ladled forth
from a generous heart.

I like it here in your domain.
My eyes will feast on this view
forever.
For Mom
At some point,
We all need
To have faith
Like that of
A little child,
In order to take some steps.
Like falling and staying in love,
Chasing after a dream,
Taking chances,
Doing new stuff,
Taking risks.
Because a childs faith is pure, without doubt,nothing is thought of as impossible by a child.
I sure do envy that faith.
You are beautiful
You are loved
You are smart
Never let anyone tell you different
In your own unique way
So never ever let someone put you down
My uplift poem for you guys
Getting lost in a daydream
What happens when fantasy is better than reality
Just one little thought
One idea
Your mind just takes it and runs
You get that sick stomach feeling
The butterflies
The what ifs
Wouldn’t it be wonderful
But expectations are never met
The story never ends the way you want it to
There you are
Standing in the middle of your own imagination
Just lost
Nowhere to run
You always just run into yourself
This little box you created to keep yourself safe has turned on you
No one to blame but yourself
Your legs start to break
Lungs collapse
Too tired to keep going
But you do
Why?
Keep on chasing this crazy dream that only leads down one road
You know the road
You said time and time again
I’ll never do it
I’ll stop
You never stop
Still that same little girl spinning around in tea cups
Cry for help but no one to hear you
Thwarted again by that **** box
Until one day you found a key
And that key fit into a lock
And so you opened the box
What now?
Ah, isn’t that beauty of it?
Anything you want
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