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Glorious Water
Small clear caps of pebbled beads that glisten in the light
race across the sidewalks edge, aborted in mid-flight
Tiny drops of precious water collect upon a flower
Thirst is what the rose projects, intending to devour
Gentle rain from pregnant clouds release a cool mist
Mixed with rays of warm sunlight, a rainbow in the midst
Pools of liquid gather proud into a dancing creek
Sent below from high above upon a mountain peak
Roaring rapids gather steam, their destination clear
In the distance luscious waves proclaim the sea is near
Sure of what her calling is and where she's meant to be.
What was once a simple drop, is now part of the sea
Grandpa Val
You are my inspiration
Losing you so young makes me appreciate your gifts
I miss the way you crunch celery
Your garden
Horseshoes on a summer day
Sitting with you in the screen house
Riding in the back of your pick-up
Solving the riddle on the back of bottle caps
The smell of cigars instantly takes me to you
Calm and patient
Always a place on your lap for me, always willing to hug
The way you said my name, like only you could
Lying on your deathbed, you asked me how I was
I held your hand and you comforted me!
This was you
Unconditional
Considerate
Loving
Strong
Happy
Forgiving
I feel you watch over me and I know you are always with me
Walls
That little smirk upon your face is what gives you away.
You dance around your true intent with little to display.
Inside your heart, a vacant chamber, echoes rhythmic cries.
Behind your pride's a lonely place you secretly despise.
Entombed in walls that smother joy, repelling loss and tears.
You're safely tucked away from pain as well as secret fears.
Numb your mind; deny your lust, shut down your inner voice.
Convince yourself you must survive with precious little choice.
A hostile martyr to the lost, the lonely and the vain.
Your character and sense of pride forbid you to complain.
Resigned to let your fortress stand. Immersed in silent rage.
You've no one left to set you free from deep within your cage
The Seasons
Winter shines with crisp white snow
that glistens on the trees.
Bundled up in furry cloak
you feel the winter breeze.
Cups of chocolate brim with steam
and keep your fingers warm.
In the fire crackling wood
warms you against the storm.
Spring O' what a glorious time.
The soil sprouts with flowers.
Dancing rain will soak the grass
in April's soothing showers.
Birds return with happy song
while seeking food and nests.
All is new in fields of dew.
It's nature at her best.
Summer takes the chill of spring
and warms her cooling breezes.
The firefly glows into the night
and ventures where she pleases.
Hot and humid is the day.
The suns persistent glare.
Then graciously she goes away:
Night lends her cooling air.
Fall then enters with colors of gold.
Her brisk air nipped with chill.
Taking away the summer's burn
she casts her glow at will.
Leaves descending to the ground
make piles of glorious shades.
And then in time the winter calls,
and all the color fades.
The Trial
Fourteen years old when you come into my life.
Such a pivotal age.
Leaning on a fence watching a baseball game.
I catch you in the corner of my eye. Panic begins.
You look me up and down.
My body stiffens as nausea sets in. The trial begins.
Wanting to ignore your scathing words, I cannot.
I grant you full rein to judge me.
I brace myself for the verdict.
"She would be perfect if she lost weight".
I am crying inside. Not worthy of pleading my case.
The food in my mouth becomes soggy as I hesitate to swallow.
Again not good enough. Again stripped of value.
I say nothing.
Impacting my life without your knowledge.
I do not know your name.
I do not know where you live.
Yet you have forever altered in my life.
Distant Witness
I don't live close; I did not hear the thunder or the crash.
I didn't hear the cries for help or see the metal thrash.
I didn't witness buildings fall. This was on TV.
I didn't run from plumes of smoke. I know that wasn't me.
I didn't arrive with photo in hand looking for my wife.
I didn't tell my only son his dad has lost his life.
I didn't send my oldest child into a burning tower.
To try and save whomever he could and die within an hour
I cannot say that I was hurt while saving someone's life.
I cannot say I've ever lost a daughter, son or wife.
I do not daily pass this site where bodies still decay.
While people who must get to work must pass it everyday.
I am not brave; I do not grieve for loss beyond compare.
I know I am not a party to the death and the despair.
In some small way I'd like to say I hold you in my heart.
Although this won't amount too much I hope it is a start.
There was a part inside of me that died upon that day.
I cannot look at life the same or trust in the same way.
I look to God to give me strength, my trust is in his grace.
And deep inside within my soul, I find a peaceful place.
Kelly Malone
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