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Michael Murphy Oct 2023
No more wick to light
The candle lost its fight
It actually is about a candle that I couldn't light. Lol
Michael Murphy Sep 2023
I built a house of many rooms
Each different from the rest

The threads of time, each memory
are woven through my nest

The room of youth
Just windows now

I peer but
Cannot see

So many rooms of love within
I feel the memories

Each room is filled with lessons learned
The staircase as you will

I'm still building strong and true
New memories UNTIL...
Thinking about life
Michael Murphy Aug 2023
Be my muse
If you accept
I'll immortalize

Your beauty
Forever in verse

With words
Will describe
The ecstasy

Of a fantasy
I would love
To traverse

Be my muse
And feel the
Passion I feel

Surrender to the
Moment sublime

Take a leap and let go
Be my muse and you'll know
The love you will feel

When you're mine
Certain people move me to write
Michael Murphy Jul 2023
It happened fast
In a step, a stroke

Happened shortly
After he awoke

From very clear
Fog, confusion, weak

Once strong and vital
Now cannot speak

Still sees the world
With healthy heart

Can't express
Where to start

For me,

Yesterday morning
I was free

Yesterday child, now
Parent be

Role accepted
For tender care

Cooking cleaning
Cutting hair

A smile required
To ease the stress

Parent, child
Needs me to dress

I play the role
I play it well

My role an honor
I'm here to tell
My father in law had a stroke a few weeks ago. It is amazing how life can change in an instant.
None will understand the footprints in the sand,
The magic held within, the wand in your hand.
Bangles on your wrist, an untold story they bear,
And wagons with bands, creating melodies in the air.

None will know the bond, like I do,
Between the sun and moon, forever in view.
Flowers that bloom, their colors so bright,
Gone too soon, in the realm of day and night.

In goodbyes and gloom, an affair only shared,
Like chess and its pawn, a game of hearts bared.
Home and alone, in solace we find,
And in the cold, the horn's mournful grind.

The secrets they hold, the ocean's blue hue,
In between, the unseen, a connection so true.
None will perceive, only I have the clue,
In these whispers of life, shared between me and you.
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