Like fingerprints on windows forgotten or left to remember, your existence lingers, clinging to me as if still a newborn warm upon my chest. I dare not wipe away these sacred stains within my lifeline, your presence, your mark on this world, your fingerprints clutching my soul. Lovely reminders etched in glass to forever markContinue reading “Fingerprints”
And see just like that it’s gone – a fleeting thought, a whisper, the twilight and the dawn. In that moment before waking and in the shadows of sleep, were you truly there beside me or somewhere beyond my reach?
Sometimes I’m caught off guard when the thought of you hits me so hard, tugging at my memories of you, so rare and so few. You’re the one person I’ll never get over – no real closure ’til I get to hold you a little longer. Merry Christmas, Faith!
Hell beckons me home where the promise of comfort soothes my restless feet and calms my aimless heart. The demons speak in familiar tones reminding me that I belong to this desolate, dying land where only the slightly insane can exist but never live. It is here that generations regenerate the myth that this isContinue reading “Oklahoma”
I sat on that porch at least a hundred times, imagining the stories you once told us on an empty night, prolly while you faced your own ghosts of unspeakable truths. You said, “Listen.” And I did, but all I heard were toads and crickets and some coyotes far off. Today I drive past thatContinue reading “Grandma’s Steps”
(to Faith on her 13th birthday) So far removed from where I once was, I often fear you will not find me; yet, when you do, I’m reminded, I’m never far removed from you. I know one day, no one will remember. And one day, no one will care. But as long as I’m stillContinue reading “Removed”
(for Hailey Owens) Last seconds can wreck your mind break the strong and destroy the weak. Angry words spoken, love rushed and often forgotten in the split seconds of what nobody knows will be the last. Imagined cries and agonies of the injured, torment the living, but I tell you this, cause I heard itContinue reading “Gone Before I’m Gone”
9-9-2009 to my grandmother and my daughter Run, baby, run, to the gates, to the sun, welcome her there where you two can share stories of home and reunions to come. Grandmother, Mother, Daughter, one day we’ll all be together. You two can prepare for our arrival there. Run, baby, run over golden streets toContinue reading “Run, Baby, Run”