I sat in a place of peace and sweetness,
my thoughts became poetry.

Don't allow thoughts in your nursery
to grow big and trouble you.

Bonsai them.

Tiny things are Cute !

I've run out
Of places to hide
Somehow you manage
To find me
Is it my
Pounding heart
Or maybe my
Tangled hair
Are my legs
Hanging out
It didn't help
That I just
Sneezed
I can't go now
There's nowhere
Else to go

Dad had the pen
Mom had the spoon
Dad had the paper
Mom had the recipe
Dad penned
Mom cooked
Both used their gifts
At one time or another
Mixing of words
Mixing of foods
Dad dished up words
Mom.dished up food
And when all
Was complete
A feast of words
A feast of food
Was served
And digested

Tonight I miss you
And each and every day
Everything around
Is so a part of you
Christmas lights you
So enjoyed
The Charlie brown tree
You had in your room.
With dangling gifts
Of pencils and.small
Trinkets for
The nieces and nephews
To choose from
Yes even one for me
The Christmas gifts
Wrapped in newspaper
And you never knew
What you would find
Oh but for your
Laughter and stories
And love to
Last the whole
Year round
You are no
Longer with us
But your love
So deeply given
Will forever be
In our.hearts
To stay

A poem breathed
Into me
And awakened
My senses
Visualizing colors
Of sunny morn
And moonfilled night
Animals being animals
Trees and nature
All.around
Smelling stinky feet
Warm fires from
Someone's home
Homemade bread
Fresh fallen rain
Tasting crunchy apples
Sipping herbal tea
Hearing yapping dogs
And the crackling logs
From the fireplace
Touching baby's  toes
Or sandpaper
Thouhts were overflowing
Of the wonder of
It all
Grabbed a pen
And paper
And a poem
Was born