Reminiscing inside your favorite childhood tree
How many other children have sat here like me
I think about all the stories I told this living tree
Coming back as an adult to say thank you for being there for me
When your small it feels like your a humongous tree
Now as I grew older and bigger, you seem so much smaller like younger me
Climbing back up to my favorite branch on the tree
I felt protected from this living, wild, twisted thing that loved me
As I grew up playing in this
               Giving Tree....

Ice crystals form in your eyes
You see the world through all the lies
Imaginative illusions swirl around your brain
Trying to keep them in line, looking sane
Plucking words to form a single thought
Looking happy on the outside but your not
Your soul fills the shell in which your body resides
Eyes well up with teardrops as you cry
Whimsical imperfections in the beauty through your own eyes

Keeper of the better places,
Take my soul,
Into the skies unfamiliar
Gazing at earthen seekers,

Why is not where I am,
Where is why I look,
What is where you are,
When is but a sun's tear.

All I am in hopes and expectations,
Unsalted under heat,
From whenst I came
Is home to my spirit.

Star,
A new home for the weary
I plant myself in many skies,
The dream I became,
Seeking a new sun....

Hope.

I lost my baby daughter
She was two months old
And for many years
My heart stayed very cold
Then I finally realized
All good people He lets in
But He only makes angels
Of those who live and die without sin

you are a ****, she said
she
she
she
she said, *you are a ****.
i have scraped knees and
a quickly bruising elbow,
a finger to my lips and a
dinosaur washrag dripping
onto my thigh.
but, grandma, she said-
there is a calming, silencing
tone to the thumb wiping
my face clean, a soft smile.
even gardeners mistake the
new, stray trees on their
fence lines sometimes, meg.