I can take it

denial
know it is going to happen sooner or later
rather it be later
not ready for you to go.
I know you do not tell me everything
because you do not want to see me upset
or lose focus of my studies
but I am not a child anymore
I do not need to be protected
I am strong
I am a suvivor
I got that from you
no more secrets
no more denial
no more protecting the heart
just the bare essentials
the truth
I can take it.

one who walks past without noticing, is not observent.
one who walks past, then turns back around, is pre-occupied.
one who stops, and notices, then continues, is not concerned.
one who stops, notices, and assists, has the time and heart.

Rest in Peace

lost one of our own. at times doesn't seem real.
anniversary of one's death rapidly approaching.
I know the family remembers. I know the family will be honoring their beloved.
her other family will honor and remember as well.
we shall never forget. her smile. her laugh. her tears. her selflessness.
personal courage. loyalty to family and friends. honor. respectful of others. duty to country.
you will not be forgotten. rest in peace soldier. we salute you.

Soldier and their family

in a far away land. surrounded by sand. sandstorms. strangers, foreign and domestic.
doing their duty. some agree and some do not. family back home holdin' their place.
hugging their pillow. sending prayers out to keep them safe. wishing they were home.
they know they are doing their job. proudly. they all feel the pride.
the soldier and their family.

Autumn

the breeze outside is cool
the clouds a blanket over the earth
appears to be approaching nightfall,
but really it is only afternoon.


quiet outside today
not even a bird in sight
or squirrels playing
fall is here, winter is on its way.

before you know it the snow will be falling
the temperatures will dropping below
with winter brings the hustle and bustle of
Thanksgiving
Christmas.

the breeze outside
the quietness of fall
watching the leaves change color
from a park bench
near a lake.

WRITTEN WoRdS

the words on the paper written by a poet
words with meaning
to the poet
to the reader.
the written word
strong and unafraid
the words written by the poet
a diguise for the heart.
the poet writes
because the poet cannot speak
what is felt from within.

A Shell for a HOME

Home...
A house...
it is just a shell for what a real home is, should be.
Home is within yourself,
knowing who you are,
being happy, truely, and completely happy with oneself,
That is the tricky part of being HOME,
but once you have found that place,
it will be well worth the journey.
It is a long journey, one that can take a lifetime,
some do not even find this place, we call HOME,
then we wonder why we wasted our time looking,
when we come to the end of our journey...
A HOME,
a place to call HOME,
inner peace,
inner happiness,
searching and searching,
for that place.