Throughout the day they chime
Telephone off the hook ring
one eight hundred calls are frequent
Unknown names appear periodically

Despite my number being unlisted
The owner decides to tell it straight
And it goes on nevertheless
To make him do the ultimate

Would pull the plug for fear of
draining the brain from restating
All that have been stated far too often
And that's the best choice to remain calm

This pulling plug thing works great
As the answering machine would not pick up
The intruder's voice thus stopped
Before it had a chance to irk

Throughout the day they chime
Telephone off the hook ring
one eight hundred calls are frequent
Unknown names appear periodically

Was it not yesterday he held my hand
Was it not yesterday  he called me  mommy
Was it not yesterday he knelt in pew with me
Was it not yesterday that he believed in goodness

What happened to that boy who held my hand
What happened to the innocence of yesterday
What did he trade with to avoid me
what made him forget to believe in God

When will all this be just a dream
When will this distance be removed
When will we work together happily again
When will we make our home a paradise

Why did we part from our friends of old
Why did we part with our families
Why did we disconnect and strayed
Why would all this make me suffer greatly

Who will help my boy be a man of honor
Who will help little one to find his purpose
Who will keep us together till we are in heaven
Who will I go to for help in this hour of need

Where are we headed, my boy and I
Where will we get our answers, my boy and I
Where will I rest my head in peace
Where will I see him walk with integrity

Was it not yesterday he held my hand
Was it not yesterday  he called me  mommy
Was it not yesterday he knelt in pew with me
Was it not yesterday that he believed in goodness

What happened to that boy who held my hand
What happened to the innocence of yesterday
What did he trade with to avoid me
what made him forget to believe in God

Last day in November
A day to culminate thoughts on souls
All souls departed remembered
For many are the legacies left behind

Legacies of those dearly beloved
once seen but now no more
Thanked for their existence
Loved for the links they left behind

Links thus born out of feelings
stemming from day to day dealings
Many are those thus gone by
Love connections they left behind

Gratitude tugs gently at the heart
of legacies, links and connections
breathing life in the present
breeding yet another to be left behind

Last day in November
A day to culminate thoughts on souls
All souls departed remembered
For many are the legacies left behind

For yet another autumn marking a new cycle
Foliage that once decked the tall oak and maple
Downed in breeze, embracing mother's *****
Delighted earth  sense their tender embrace

For man that owned the trees with foliage
Man of might thinks of getting his gadget
To gather the lovely but messy leaves
To bag them and send them out of sight

Tedious is the task in the cool brisk air
For he knows not what they spake to him
Had he just listened, he would forget himself
In their language of love and acceptance

Alas the split between two worlds ripping
At the heart of man and  his foothold
Will one you let go and let the other be
Without having to lose the love between all

It is for that day that I long for
I die here having nothing to eat
For I know not how to survive
Having lost in thoughts of earth and man

Will I wither like the leaf and be happy
to be laid down on my earth's *****
when my time is here to embrace
Mine own mother from whom I came

Dust into flesh and blood was formed
To be human with veins and vessels
Muscles and movements
Mind and brain that took me far

Far from presence and the present
Far into the wilderness  of human jungle
Rather than be here and the now
Rather than be with my mother and yours

To be reborn or to be put to rest
Unconcerned of what may come next
For having complete trust it is for best
So let it all be in the breath of the moment

Stepping onto leaves thinking of raking them later
Ocean of dry leaves posing the question to her
Where would you start, pretty miss of yonder
How would you finish it all before dinner

Oh I'd start way back in the south corner
Where the old cabin shed stores the rake
Thinks she of her afternoon's tedious chore
Wishing that she could set the piles on fire

Alas, it's dreaded to have outdoor fire
For fear it would burn down more than you desire
Back where I'm from that would be campfire
Here I'd better bag'em for easy transfer

Stepping onto leaves thinking of raking them later
Ocean of dry leaves posing the question to her
Where would you start, pretty miss of yonder
How would you finish it all before dinner

When too full of self
When too hasty to bring
All attention to self
No limit to singing
Of glories of self
To the self-serving egoist

Ego dwells in all
Serves a purpose over time
Ego screams and hollers
Like one stuck in slime,
When it is time to let go
Go it must for the good of all

Just thank and let it go
Promise it is for the best
That the ego that lets go
Finds peace to reside within
All tamed and mature
To tell many a story
To the future progeny

When too full of self
When too hasty to bring
All attention to self
No limit to singing
Of glories of self
To the self-serving egoist