The lines around my eyes...
Are from the joy you give me every day of my life....
My frown lines are the times
I've worried about you...
The lines on my forehead...
Are the many times
You've surprised me
with your kind little gestures
Every line on my face ...
Tells a story...
Of caring, loving, laughing , crying, living....
A life I'm so proud of
A life with you my sweet child
A life so full because you are in it

Our feet sink in the soft sand
As seagulls make their way across the sky..
At the sight of us kissing ..
the sky blushes red...

Flaming red skies…
Makes me melt…
Like butter on toasted rye…

For twenty years…
You laid beside me…
Lying with a straight face
Telling me things
You thought I wanted to hear
Pretending that you were mine
But why am I blaming you
I pretended too
Pretended to unsee what I saw
Living a lie
Too afraid to lose you
Too afraid to be alone
Afraid to see who you really are..
A stranger by my bedside…

I see her hurt, I say nothing
My pride getting the better of me
Her eyes red, filling up with tears
She says nothing...
Her pride getting the better of her
The silence thickens....
as it gets more painful...
more uncomfortable..
I want to stop her
Pride like a stone stuck in my throat...
won't let me..silence prevails
Her bus comes halts
She gets in doesn't look back
Her pride won't let her
I stand there...
A few drops of rain bounce off my coat
I stand there letting it all come down
Now a heavy shower
Drenched to my skin
A tear rolls down my cheek
Mingles with the rain
A man never cries
I cry like a baby
No one notices
In this pouring rain nobody does..
Life goes on..
Too busy to notice this one lone man crying in the rain....

They never tell me anything outright
But the moment I enter the shop
There is a stiffness in the atmosphere
The shopkeeper's eyes stern and alert
watching my every move...
I turn the corner and check the stuff on display
He comes up to me and says "hey watch it - no messing around, what do you want ? "
I mumble, "a pack of Marlboros"
He gets it and demands for the money as if I would not pay
I am walking down the street
with my hands in my pockets
A police car drives up to me
The officer gives me a ***** look and asks me to get lost and never be seen in the neighborhood
I am made to feel like a fugitive everyday of my life
Everyday I have to give explanations for things I have not done
But it does not affect me no more..
I feel no hurt
I feel no pain
I feel no humiliation
Just a feeling of numbness
spreading thru my brain
So that I don't think anymore
I don't feel like - why do they do this to me
I just accept it

He talks…
I listen…
The conversations go well..
Only when I listen…
And he talks…

Waiting for a bus…
In a snow storm…
Trying to keep warm…
Just me and my thoughts…
Warming me up…
Hot chocolate…
My baby’s sweet face..
Warm chicken soup…hmmm
My coat once brown…
Now totally white…
“A snowman”
No it’s me…
Still in Hawaii…
My feet nestled in soft sand..
I dream on…
Far away I see a flickering light…
Oh Yesss, I see “HEADLIGHTS!!”