Rhyming rues
and woes
Sorrows
laden with
reincarnated regrets

Wounds of my age
irremediable

Cracked my skull like a walnut
Hitting me on the forehead
My water proof skin
did not soak my own tears
When they turned me into a coat
and sealed  my fate

Aw the mornings come by and go
through the vapor of the newly steeped tea
Carrying the innocency like that of the baby oil odor
And the freshly sliced tomatoes
Cut to gather the people of the house around
How do I long for you and the mornings we all rushed to catch up with life
A folder full of colorfully sketched moments
Sometimes left in the car to be carried back to kids at school
Decaf coffee sipped with good memories and a lot of laughs
Friends, jokes and giggles, happy smiles
Knowing that my name on the paper cup has been written correctly because you spelled it to the barista
Warms my heart

Not that I don"t remember
how you stood in the hallway
and looked at me from away
filling my heart with an amber
like yellowness of sorrow
until that day we’d always been daisy like
in a naturally popped up joy
unexpectedly there like daisies
through many different colors
shining easily in all seasons
truly sunny and funny
and  all cheerful
innocent and pure
Soothing, relaxing and healing
We were playful  “love me or not”daisies
When all were plucked, it was aways a “loves me”
That day when you stood there
everything turned amber
beautiful but cold
Enticing but distant
Graceful but still
like fossilized trees

words are the worst
like life a blank bracket
you think you plan
when walking the plank
love is the worst hurt
like a-life an alluring alief

Cautious  
You should have been
When uttering words
To someone
Who utterly loves words

When marching with the whole lot
I can still move along
With you
My body’s rhythm is always the same with yours
We inhale and exhale at the same time when we walk the same steps
We march along together
My feeble ant steps are strong when I follow you
love keeps us together
When marching with the whole lot
It feels like there simply is nothing and no-one  around it is just you
It feels like you have always been there in all the stages of my life
It is like my egg cracked and the first thing  I saw in the whole of my life was your beautiful black eyes
My little egg life like the size of a period at the end of a sentence became a whole full sentence of its own when you first held me and showed me the way
We traveled all day with the whole lot
But it was just you
Starting with the lights of the new day
I always knew where I was heading towards as long as I had you
And every night we built a nest together
Nights were my favorite
I put my head on your chest and looked up to your beautiful black eyes
I knew that I was not the queen
I was not yellow or red in color
But you always treated me as one
Making your body a nest for me
Through my blurry ant vision
You were always clear and bright
It all started when you gave me an ench-anting smile as we paved along on that fine morning