What is special?
When someone says
You’re not that special
That others have more value
Than you
What does that mean
But what is it to compare
People to people
Relationship to relationship
As we are all unique unto ourselves
No one is the same
So if someone says you’re not special
What are they also saying
About themselves
For how can we judge
A person’s worth
To another
Without being in their skin
We are all unique
Each with our own destiny
Different from another
How can we be anything
But special
For we each are an individual square
On the quilt of humanity
Together making up the whole
That’s special

Sometimes in our darkest times
We are given a miracle of hope
When we want to give up
A thread to something
Comes
Light shining through
A hand reaching out
In the deepest darkness
We need to have faith
To believe
We should never give up
Even in our toughest times
Light will get through
Eventually
Believe
Let that faith light up the world
In the darkness

Brrrr today
Baby it’s cold outside
Jackets and scarves required
The air is crisp and clear
The sky is clear
The sun is out in it’s full regalia
The city is awake
Traffic moving
The café is almost empty
Too cold to come out
People huddled with their coffee
The steam offering warmth
Baby it’s cold outside
Hard to go out
Bed sounds nice where it’s warm
Winter is here and
Brrrr

I am sitting in a café by the street
I am scene watching
People coming to and fro
Coats and hats on
Scarves around necks
It’s cold outside
Winter

Seeing what is going on outside
Watching the people inside
Sipping coffee
Eating breakfast
Smiling and laughing

People from all over
Different languages in the air
Baked goods on display
Like valuable jewels

Trees full of oranges decorate
Fountains nearby against pink
Crisp day
Sun brightly shining

I am scene watching

She’s been with us for 2 years
She was born on the street
Separated from her mother
Way too soon
She asked for help
We rescued her
She’s a white ball of fluff
She’s our cat
Absolutely beautiful
Stunning
When she first came
She was starving
Ate like she never had
Her tail looks raccoon like
She has piercing green eyes
Sometimes they look deep blue
She talks all the time
Has learned quite a few words
Is mischievous and curious
She’s my angel pie
Her name is Luckee
That’s a very long story
These days she’s around more than not
Following us around
Or just hanging out
She loves her toys
And to play
At night when we exercise
She sits up on a table
Watching
Overseeing
In the morning
She expects to be greeted
With a good morning
Every day she has her treats
Before eating, she smiles
She’s part of us now

She’s my angel pie

I’ve got the Monday blues
Weekends over
Time to go back to work
No more fun
No more sleeping in

I’ve got the Monday blues
Time to focus
Time to work hard
Time to get things done

I’ve got the Monday blues
No more sleepyhead
No more relaxing
Time to work
Time to get things done

I’ve got the Monday blues
Yearning for another weekend

There’s still darkness outside
With hint of light appearing
It’s still early
Traffic starts moving
Towards their destinations
Ever so slowly
The morning is just beginning
Empty roads in places
Full morning has not yet started
As 7am approaches,
A golden ball can be seen in the sky
The sun is rising
It’s a glorious sight
Another morning has arrived
As the city starts to get up once again
The beginning of a new day
Time to start