i am restless
waiting for a great wind
to blow through me
like leaves that shimmer on the trees
waiting for my chance to fly

This cool summer morning,
Walking down the street.
I press puffy white clouds,
Tall trees and bountiful blooms,
Into my memory like a scrapbook.
I don’t know how many of these days are left for me,
but I want to remember as many and as much as possible.
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It’s something we all have to deal with - eventually.
I’m old,
I’m over.
People call me ma’am.
I feel like a forgotten toy no one wants to play with anymore.
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Why does summer drain me so?
I feel depleted, and only return to life
when autumn comes.

I had a dream once
And held on to it tight

It was all I ever wanted
But it ever came to light

That dream
I finally had to let it go

Would never come to fruition now
It and I am too old

I couldn’t hold on anymore
It was never coming true

I wonder about dreams
Sometimes

Are they just something to do

Or do they actually come true

It is a new year and I
Having no dream
Only can focus on the day to day

One step at a time
That is my dream

Today

Today is like any other
Cloudy skies
The rain pours
Trees shift
Traffic slows

Umbrellas are useless

I feel gloomy, misty too
But it’s not the weather

It’s the silence

A piece of my puzzle that is missing

My mother

It’s been nine months

It seems longer
And shorter
Time has no worth

It just is

Like my broken heart

I like the night
with its peacefully drawn black curtains
and stars winking
they speak softly and elegantly
I close my eyes and open my arms to the sky
I feel the earth leave
and I fly