OctPoWriMo #29: Laugh Lines
Hills and valleys converge
and take shape along
the soft silky brown texture
of your landscape.
It is with these features
that you reveal your wisdom
like the natural and carefully
designed rings of a tree.
OctPoWriMo #27: Drive
The young ones would ride in the back seat fearing for their lives.
The old kids would learn how to drive in the front seat with you.
I would panic at the thought of my cousins out on the road,
but you would calmly teach the drivers who were brand new.
We would sit in the back seat of your large van completely carefree,
listening to music, playing with cousins, and the foster kids that you raised.
My first memories of you were on the back roads in your car.
You were always out helping your town which always left me amazed. (more…)
OctPoWriMo #25: Mississippi
You will never forget how to spell
After the teacher put you through hell
You tried desperately not to cry
You had to know about the place you lived by
A nearby Southern state
Another word that you probably even hate
OctPoWriMo #22: Tough
Your smile, soft as silk
smooths over the roughness
that we encounter.
I take an easy
and calming breath
knowing kindness from you.
You see the good in others,
and view the glass of life half full.
OctPoWriMo #19: Joy
Pure joy can’t be kept hidden by you for long.
You end up spilling
the bits and pieces of happiness
with everyone around you.
You smile warmly
and spread your contagious laughter around.
You can fill a room of cold silence
with love that can thaw the hardest of hearts.