Kara –  A true story

The joy of feeling, at last, joy
lost young, 

through a life’s work regained,

was shining in my eyes.

You touched them with your gaze,

warming in ancient remembrance.

I gently turned to leave alone

to spare the cost I would not pay,

But you were braver than you knew

and chased me when I tried escape

And heated me with honesty;

that I would give you more of life

than ever I might take away.

So simply was I undermined

my solitude revealed as fraud,

my trust returned in taunting lines,

that ran as tears along my face.
Despite the fact that you have fled

Across the land unto its end

When all you sought was granted you

And proved more than you expected.

I keep the gift you left with me

I need not ever choose between

the beauty of your company

And being true and truly me.

So lover let me call you friend.


More Gently Than Frost

Refusing all invitations
You are excluded by no one.

Trusting no one
you are never deceived.

Bright and strong
you are never defeated.

Green thorns grow on bare stems
beneath the spring sun,

As if holding fragile blooms
safe from corruption.

Take my hand let us gather flowers;

we will hold them more gently than frost.

On Winter nights, your heart frozen,

your eyes weeping snowflakes that gather,

 In drifts around an empty bed;

there you may learn
that tears are only water
to make the heart grow.

A note to my daughter

Driving nearly 2 hours round trip 

to Share an Easter brunch

between school work and homework.

It amazes me how much beauty and joy

I receive 

from the gift of Your consideration

Having earned a place in your mind and heart is surely

one of my most meaningful accomplishments.

Love, Dad