not always an overcoming bliss...
love is...
conversing with a friend over a sad event that happened in there day,
stopping for a minute in the playground with your brother to play
showing steps in a math problem for your little sister
spreading the cheese over the lasagna for your mom and her mister
carrying grocery bags to an elderly person's car
picking up a **** in a yard
letting someone know some insight you have on a particular action
looking into someone's eyes and absorbing how they feel (for a minute, forget attraction)

doesn't have to be relatable.
doesn't have to be fun.
but this is the kind of love,
that when you give it,
you can't help but feel
some warmth coming from somewhere out there
and unwillingly, unknowingly
makes it's way inside your heart.

When i read your poems
I am happy to see
that love is still among many
even though it may be hard to see…

striving to make sense of our feelings
our deep and inner dispositions
when we are presented with this thing,
this thing, someone named "love"

because people
with there beaten and broken hearts
the medication, alcohol and ailments
do not heal or stop this predicament…

it is so hard to see the light
my friends, look beyond the situation

everything is as meant to be.
though hard to see

your life is held in the palm of a hand
whose gentle care will never end

so raise your head
and stand up tall

you are one among all
whose hearts have been broken

but you, this individual
my friend, you are

for I am a witness to say,
you are a blessing to me every day

Cheer up, dear
it's only a moment.
you're sitting through a sunrise
that's taking longer than it promised.
those kisses that you remember
are no better then the ones
waiting in front of you.
remember where you came from
and look to where your going
your smile is so radiant
your soul so strong.
keep striving on with diligence
because the new day is about to dawn
and when you see the bright light
you'll realize how much you're meant
to really be and become.

Blue orbs of blue
eyes of oceans
eyes of skies
eyes of winter
eyes of ice

Green orbs of green
eyes of grass
eyes of lime
eyes of moss
eyes of thyme

Brown orbs of brown
eyes of chocolate
eyes of rust
eyes of tree-roots
eyes of dust

When we are children,
life just goes on...
forever,
days like...
years,
sighing and hoping,
to be "big" soon.

I look back so fondly on those amazing, memories,
wishing to be back there,
to see as I do now.

If we had only known,
that this was our time to stop,
and REALLY see,
appreciate it,
catch glimpses of everything,
snapshots saved for when we really,
need them.

Perhaps in age we would slow down more,
appreciate every single second,
like we did then.

I have no real regrets,
because pain and suffering
taught me love and patience.

I was always in turmoil inside,
I wasn't aware-
enough,

Until a day when everything,
became too clear,
it blinded me,
& broke me down,
till I submitted,
and finally I see the real beauty in life.

I only wish,
just a tinge of bittersweet,
that I had been,
able to always,
allow what is,
and just...
let it be.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

I envy children
They have something I have lost
That magical sense of wonder
The joy of waking up to a new day
They don't know the hardships of life and are content
I envy their ignorance
One more dreamlike day would bring me solace
Sadly my childhood is long gone
Good things always come to an end